"For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again."
- Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun -
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His broad shoulders slumped with the weight of his pack's problems.
His chocolate eyes were hazed with exhaustion.
His hands slid down his face, attempting to shake off the weariness that crept throughout his limbs.
Forrest Thatcher was suffering so far beyond repair that even his mother's homemade coffee wasn't strengthening his ability to remain awake.
He would be ashamed if his pack saw him in such a dreadful state rather than the usual invincible man that he played.
Soon enough though, there came a knock upon his office door that had him placing a mask of inhuman invincibility on to cover the bags that rested underneath his weary eyes.
"Come in," his voice was low and gruff, due to the fact that he often led by action instead of words.
In popped his mother, wearing a large smile on her face that he could tell was as fake as his Aunt Shirley's nose.
Since his father had passed, she simply was biding her time until she could join him.
If werewolves lost their soulmates, they would no longer have eternal life, nor would they want it with only half of a soul.
"Hunny, you been workin' that smile right off yo' face," his mother said with disdain, spotting the exhaustion beyond his faux expression. He was used to her sweet, Southern twang, as that was the part his father loved most when he met her in Georgia.
"It's just...," he started to say.
"You'll find her, sweetheart. It just takes time," she graced him with sympathetic eyes, and a soft smile.
"I hope so," he whispered.
"Guess what I went 'n' did," the mischief rolled off of her in waves, breaking the tension that consumed them.
He tilted his head in silent question.
"I hired me some help," a gleam present in her eye she said, "real pretty thang too; pretty black curls and a heart ah gold too, I tell ya. She's sweet as strawberry pie."
"If I was dumb, I'd think you were tryin' to set me up with your new help. You know I'll only settle for one person, so it's a waste of time trying," his words were harsh with agitation.
Etta disregarded her son with only a smile.
"I need ya to help me with some uh... papers at the shop tomorrow. Say? You'll help me?"
"Yes, mama, I'll be there before opening."
Etta came around and planted a small kiss on the top of her boy's head and then practically skipped out the door with a large grin on her face.
YOU ARE READING
Deviant
Manusia Serigala"I could trace the curve of his face with the glance of my eyes. An elongated nose, with a wide base making a staple on his unique face, and his coarse curls gathered together in a flock, falling over his forehead with the tilt of his head. Eyelids...
