Magnolia
I make my way down the steps, carful to avoid the creakiest spots. The house has already become so familiar to me in such a short time.
My fingers glid against the railing, the cold metal causing goosebumps to run up my arm. The smell of bacon and buttery rolls hit my nose as I make my way down the hall, past the massive full-length mirror that I still haven't been able to look at.
Or rather look at the thing that'll be staring back at me.
The light from the kitchen illuminating the entry way, inside I find Luther's mum standing at the stove. Swaying to the song she's humming, her grey speckled hair cascading down her back and swaying with the beat.
I envy how carefree she is in this moment. Theres nothing keeping her spirit in. Nothing clouding her mind besides the task to keep the bacon from burning.
There was always someone watching me, thinking I couldn't feel their stare and hate the shiver that would track their eyes.
She turns around, tongs in her hand and pink apron tied around her waist and neck. It reads "Kiss the Cook" and I can't help a light chuckle from slipping up my throat and past my lips.
Her attention snapping to me, my face paling as I'm caught lurking.
"Oh hello, I didn't see you there." A warm smile taking over her whole face. The dimple in her right cheek cresting with the force of her happiness.
She moves to set the tongs down on the rag behind her, moving towards the fridge and retrieving the orange juice.
"Hi." Is all I can muster, tucking myself behind the door frame.
Her airy chuckle dusting the tense air surrounding me. Relaxing my muscle only a little bit.
"Its okay little one, I don't bite." She pauses, thinking before, "Well I do but only those who hurt my pup." She grabs a pitcher from the cupboard and begins pouring the orange juice. "Do you plan on hurting my pup?" she points her stare at me. Harsh but somehow still motherly.
"W-what no n-never." I stutter, moving a little more into the kitchen. My lips frowning at the idea of hurting Luther.
"Perfect." She instantly brightens again. "Then we won't have a problem." I'm a little taken back by the whiplash that is this woman, but a nervous chuckle leaves me anyways.
"I'm Magnolia..." I itch at my arms, not sure what else to say.
She nods, moving the OJ and some other breakfast condiment to the table before returning to the kitchen and positioning herself in front of me.
I almost flinch at her closeness but hold back. Bracing my fingers behind my back and squeezing.
Her face warm but stern as she takes me in, then suddenly, she huffs and pulls me into a bone crushing embrace.
"I am so sorry about yesterday."
It takes me a second to adjust. Slowly I wrap my arms around her torso and adjust my head so its resting on her shoulder. She at least 5'7 so I fit nicely in her arms.
She pulls back, her eyes searching my face. Only after does she finish her perusal does she arch an eyebrow with expectancy.
Oh right.
"It's okay." I ring my fingers together, her hands sliding down to my wrists and pulling them apart. "I tend to react badly to... well everything really."
"I'm still sorry. I shouldn't have burst in here like some dragon lady."
She wraps her slender fingers in mine, bring our hands up to our chest. The movement slightly pulling me forward and closer to her.
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Mated but not Tamed
WerewolfShe was beaten and abused, never allowed outside, or to meet anyone. Her father was a wolf, her mother a human. When fate had other plans, they parted ways non the wiser. Her mother marries and the beatings begin. After years of abuse, things only...
