~~Storm's POV~~
"WHAT THE FUCK, SHADOW?!" I stood up and brushed off my fluffy tail. It's gonna be bruised...
Shadow's ears drooped for a second but he still had laughter in his eyes. I noticed he looked my up and down. "Upstairs, three doors down and to the right". He sunk back into the living room and chuckled a bit.
I gathered up the clothing; noting all the band t-shirts. Falling in Reverse, My Chemical Romance, A Day to Remember... God she has all my bands... I lugged the box upstairs and followed Shadow's directions.
Locking the door behind me; I shoved the load in to the washer. Taking my old clothes off with it. I scavenged into the dryer to find comfortable large shirt of Shadow's.
As I went searching for gym shorts, a loud crash sounded downstairs. I booked my way out of the laundry room as quickly as I could. The door was jammed and I heard a gun shot ring through the air. The door finally opened and I ran down the stairs and saw the living roomed upturned and shadow with a shotgun at the ready... aiming right at my face.
~~~Shadow's POV~~~
The glass was shattered across the carpet... my sawed off shotgun in my hands. The second the stranger ran down my stairs half clothed... her angelic face in fear... the way the light bounced off her silver hair.
"Mable..." I noticed my finger on the trigger the way the barrel was right on her face.
"Shadow? I-Its me, Storm. Put the gun down. It's okay." I lowered my barrel, I noted my favorite shirt that came down to mid-thigh. She made her way over to me, and knelt on the ground next to me. The shirt creeping up to show the laces of her lingerie. "What happened?"
"The window busted and..." I looked at the shattered glass. A brick with a note was in the middle of it all. She followed where my eyes were looking . She stood up and walked over to the brick. The second she saw the note she backed up and ran upstairs. "STORM!" I called. A door slammed and I stood up. I picked up the brick and read the note on top.
SO... YOU THINK YOU CAN HARBOR A PIECE OF SHIT LIKE THAT WHORE?!
Then you will suffer, and experience the wrath of the pack.
You will experience the fate...
THE FATE OF A ROUGE WOLF.
I took the note off the brick, shoved it into my pocket, and walked up stairs. I tried every door. Until I got to the bathroom, it was locked and inside I heard crying. Knock... knock... knock...
"Storm, are you okay?" I started going through my training from the army on how to pick a lock. A muffled moan sounded on the other side of the door and I panicked I HAVE TO GET IN THERE. I ran into my room across the hall and bust into the bathroom door over and over until it broke.
Storm was in the shower, stuck away into the wall like she wanted to disappear forever. Her tail was tucked under her knees, her ears pinned to her head, her hands covered her beautiful face.
I stepped into the shower and sat next to her, as she once did me. I smoothed her fur and pet her for what felt like eternity. She uncurled her body and put her head into my lap. She closed her eyes and began humming a tune.
"Storm... what does this mean?" I pulled the paper out of my pocket.
YOU ARE READING
When Shadows meet Storms
Novela Juvenil*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...
