A wolf, a demon, and a fiend.
Forsaken angels with burned wings.
Hold your breath and stop your tears,
for a Reapers beast is drawn to fear.
A decade ago, they were hunted, only for the surviving two children, Raze & Rainy Reaper, to be forced ba...
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"Mom." I place my palm at the mid of her back. "Get in between Raze and that woman, like you're calming him down." I whisper to her as I slightly urge her forward. She doesn't question me and jumps in between the two.
If there is one thing I can count on, it's for my brother to read my subtle ques without having to connect to The Anchor. He tenses for a moment and chances a glance to me. Good Raze. I nod to him, and he understand right away.
Lingering back, I slip upstairs to change into something that will better conceal my weapons. While conveniently taking in the number of men in their entourage, which I find is more of a small army. Shit. Were they really that scared of dad? Bunch of babies.
Entering my room, I head to the closet. My eyes fall on the only bright colored piece of clothing at the far back. I slip off my black pajamas and pull down the white beach summer dress that screams girly and fragile. It falls to about mid-thigh with thin spaghetti straps. It slightly accentuates my curves and covers enough to be adolescently innocent.
Eyes on the mirror, I undo my hair from its messy bun. Brushing out the leaves and twigs with my fingers, then I run a brush through it. I'm satisfied when my hair falls in loose curls down to my waist.
I don't bother with make-up, to keep the innocent look. Taking a moment I fix the gold chain holding my heirloom, blood diamond, reaper pendent. Slipping on my classic Chuck Taylors, I glance over myself once more in the mirror and slowly make my way downstairs to the murmuring voices. The wall is cold against my shoulder blades as I lean against it, listening from the foyer as mother pipes up.
"But why now!? It's been almost ten years. Why should he start the Academy now?" Her voice is higher pitched than normal, I detect a slight barely audible wobble to her vocals. This tells me, she is surprised by the news and is trying hard to not be emotional.
"Well," A commanding female voice responds. "You know, Mrs. Reaper that Carnage Hill Academy is the only school this side of the nation that caters to Alpha families, their house betas and warriors to ensure the values and shifter government are moved smoothly from one generation to the next. The Academy, as you recall, has always remained in the possession of the Reaper family. It's your son's rightful home as the last blood heir. The Council does not condemn your son for the mistakes of his father, we only hope that he would have learned from his forefathers' mistakes to pave a better and brighter future for all our kind in this modern age."
I hear the positive direction of her speech, but something doesn't feel right. I peak around the wall dividing the foyer and the living room to meet my brother's gaze. I look wide eyed to him then to father's chair, signaling I want to sit in on this convo. He catches on easily.
"Sis." He gasps with surprise and adds little dramatics by immediately jumping to his feet, which puts the bodyguard on high alert.
I let out a small yelp and make myself flinch, as if scared of the burly man.
