~~~Shadow's POV ~~~
I could only stare after her figure. An after image of Mable but... different. She was full of rage and energy... whereas Mable was sweet and calm.
She shut the door behind her after that snarky comment. I huffed to myself, she wouldn't know of she didn't try it. I chuckled. I'm making dirty jokes to get my mind off what I can't hide! My smile quickly turned into a frown.
I dropped the sheets practically suffocating my crotch. I walked to my closet and got dressed. I casual PTV T-shirt and some gym shorts. I walked out of the room and found Storm downstairs.
"Hey, uh, Storm. We-uh - I have cereal on top of the fridge and grits in the top cabnet." She looked up and smiled a sad smile.
"Thanks, Shadow, do you have any extra clothes?" She pulled at the Avenged Sevenfold shirt she had on for the past day. I nodded.
"That seems to fit you. I have some of - uh, " I took a steadying sigh, " my late wife's clothes in a box in the attic. I'll get it for you and you need to wash it but you can have it all."
"Thank you Shadow, really." She gave me a sad, sweet, smile.
~~~ Storm's POV ~~~
I heaved the box of old clothes through the house. I was serching for the laundry room. "Three doors down the right in the kitchen" I told myself. I wandered into the kitchen and lugged the box with me. I turned and threw myself into the wall. "SHIT!" A huff of a snickered from behind the doorway.
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When Shadows meet Storms
Teen Fiction*SLOW EDITING* Storm Anne Howler came from the most notorious pack of wolves. Her connection? Her father... After being banished by the Alpha of the pack she had strayed through the sweet PineWood forest. Using her training she found her way into th...
