SUMMONED: SEASON 1

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟕: 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥-𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. (Please note, this book has not been proofread and may contain minor grammatical and or punctuation errors. If you find any please feel free to berate me in the comments. Thanks. (￣ε(#￣)

𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙥. https://www.patreon.com/saydahope

Sitting in bed, Creep's forearm sets on a raised knee, his hand hanging, claws loose. Leaning back against the headboard, he's been in the pose for long enough he's getting stiff. Feeling it mostly in his neck from its bend as he watches Jane sleep.

Peacefully lying in her dreams, her hand rests limply by her face on the pillow, long white hair a mess around her. Each breath is taken through gurgles of snot in her nose, residue from shifting through dimensions of cold.

Strong as Jane is for a human, that is the key word in his thoughts, looking down on her, human. With the summons in the subway, and now the otherworldly creatures from yesterday, Creep knows there will be some things she can't fight on her own. Big deal, he figures, her short comings are for him to go farther anyway.

Creep may not grasp every instinct his body has, the fact of his being a nearly extinct breed giving him no reference, but he can understand the simple things. He can understand, when Jane's in danger, his body says fight to the death to protect her, because it's his roll as her male, as her mate. It's the simplest of animal concepts.

Finally blinking, Creep moves, disappearing into a wisp of black mist, Jane pulling the covers more over herself from the chill the shifting gateway makes.

Heels clicking on the polished wood floor, Madam walks across the foyer of her Washington home, leaving her bodyguards.

She pauses at the dual doors to the library. "I will be in my study for another couple of hours. You may retire for the evening."

"Yes, madam." The males nod.

She moves through the door, into the dark room, the entry shutting behind her. Making her way to her desk, she pays little mind to the familiar surroundings cast in pitch shadow. Her thin hand reaching up for the chain of the lamp on her desk, she halts, her instincts warning her as a scent begins to float past her nose.

Sniffing, the prey is more certain of the predator in the room. Her head whipping up and around to find the animal shine looking back at her. The reflective yellow orbs stare at her from what she remembers is a cushiony seat in a corner of the room. One she has relaxed in many a time, relaxed is not what she feels seeing those eyes from the same chair.

"...Creep." She states with certainty as she pulls the chain, lighting the room dully with the single lamp.

Revealing him enough for her concern to be assured, he blinks, the shine still half in his eyes from the dim light, a curl of his lips showing white fangs that bare their own glean. "How's it go, Bird?"

His casual manner makes her head instinctively lower, protecting her throat. "What are you doing here?"

"Here I thought you was too smart to ask stupid questions."