❝ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ?❞
For generations, the Blood Moon Pack and Grave Shadow Pack have been at war, the werewolves from each side bearing high tensions and malicious in...
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Yellow.
Oddly enough, that's the color that Cyrus notices the most while studying the rest of the flowers here. Since Jax is still engaged in a discussion with a few other employees, he's been trying to shift his attention elsewhere.
Yellow.
Smiling sunflowers, dandy daisies, and cute carnations sprawl out from beds of dirt and clay pots. Marigolds with thick ruffles, lilies with trumpet-shaped petals, and tulips with cup-like heads—all of them blossoming with a variety of yellows. Dark golds, pale pastels, and bright blondes.
The only reason Cyrus knows them all by name is because they're all bunched together in their respective groups, slanted signs with shaky cursive planted in front of each and every one. Otherwise, it would've just been flower this, flower that–
"Yellow is my favorite color," a soft male timbre chimes in. "I guess that's pretty obvious. Do you think it might be too much though?"
When Cyrus suddenly spins on his heels, facing the source of the unknown voice head on, he freezes. It's a Grave Shadow stranger. The black apron strapped across his torso indicates that he works here.
Other Grave Shadow betas within the greenhouse have avoided him like the plague so far, all except for this one. Lean and slender, this middle-aged man sports streaks of gray running down his long, raven black hair. Crow's feet are prominent in his pale complexion, especially around his red eyes. Despite his impressive height for a beta, he has a slouch to him as he wobbles forward with a wooden walking cane.
Vaguely, Cyrus recognizes him. He's the head of this greenhouse and someone that Jax spoke with earlier.
"Uh..." he lamely trails off, surprised gibberish stuck in his throat. "Well, um–"
"Sorry, sir." The beta offers a shaky smile. "I know I'm not supposed to talk to you, but I couldn't help being nosy. You're Alpha Cyrus Pierce of Blood Moon. I was curious to know you since you've been hanging around Jax lately, due to Luna's curse and all. This is certainly quite a turn of events, huh?"
"Right..." Is this real right now? Is someone from Grave Shadow actually being friendly? "Uh, yeah. That's me. Cyrus Pierce."
"I'm Evan." Evan extends his hand out, the clumsy wobble in his smile still intact. "It's nice to meet you, sir."
Cyrus can't help but beam at the gesture. A rush of giddy energy surges forward. Evan really is being friendly. Like, genuinely. It's questionable, sure, but he also won't turn down a handshake when given to him.
"Nice to meet you too!" he chirps out, more enthusiasm slipping past. He grabs a hold of one of his gloved hands and shakes up and down, all while trying to not grip Evan too hard since he seems more on the frail side. "You're really good at growing flowers. Yellow is a nice color."
