[1st draft] Bora's near-death experience caused a brief separation from Gemma, but to live in peace, he must end the Seven Shadows.
Bora Hawk, the polar wolf, has an unexplained target on his back. His enemies want him dead, caged, or becoming the...
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The sun hues cornflower blue and salmon overseeing the mountain. Who was he? A stranger impactful enough to intervene in the space of my thoughts.
I wait at the traffic signal to veer into the dorm. How should I handle this predicament? I hang my elbow out the window, pressing my teeth down on my fingernail while trapping the breeze through my sleeve to contemplate. Should I alert the campus patrol of my incident if it was that? Nah. They might consider it a normal conversation. Assume I am paranoid. That eerie sense, similar to the jet black werewolf that day. Soren's eyes are nowhere deadly, but that wolf's irises were silver with ice white specs. My arrow could not slow that beast on fours.
A full image covering the passenger side appeared, crashing into the spot. With a shriek of exerted force from my ribcage as I jabbed the intruder. "It's me, Hobbit, it is me!" Nobody but the dummy. My gut was braided because of his antics. While holding the brake with my lefty, I lifted to crush him against the door with my other. "How flexible are you? Ahh, I am sorry."
Malinda obliges sessions to learn to use my limbs as a weapon. She referred to me as her protégé, training for weeks in Broadmoor Seven Falls. Your legs are the strongest part of a human. Apply it to the same as your arms. Let's go, plunge your knee into my thigh, she says while demonstrating the movement. A while ago, when I reflected on managing my left, it was impractical, tiring out way too fast, showing her greasy irritable expressions. You're right-handed. I get it, but utilizing both hands is more effective and versatile. For the hundred-tenth time, she explained.
I restrained myself from using force, but she assured me I could not harm her. I breathed and did it until I had a tempo and, in the course of less than a minute, vigorous acceleration sucking into a dark tunnel. She clenched both the shoulders to pop me out of it - excellent; she encouraged with a satisfying smirk.
Que dies laughing, unable to exhale out of his nose.
"What the hell, dude?" As I straighten, a car honks, tailing me, urging me to make the light. My look conveyed the impression that my brother was stupid as I parked.
"What? I did not expect you to fold, working with an were-mom." He adjusted.
I pinched my nostrils, catching a whiff of his stench, and leaned further apart while his brows raised in astonishment. "Boy! Why do you stink?"
"Oh. Haha, I was practicing rugby with the fellows."
"What guys?" I marveled, and he gestured behind at the open field, observing a group of free spirit men roughhousing. His fascinating social network fueled his popularity in high school and college. It was ridiculous from the stories he told me. A well-rounded dingbat. But I love my ding-bat. "Awe, you making friends?" I fool with him, tickling his belly what I do to babies.
"A, yo. Stop!" He crawls up the seat, shoving my advances. "Have you made any, huh? Have you?" nudging me away for the last advance, and I fluttered my upper lids, twisting my lip. "Exactly what I expected."
