Fire Rage

Chapter 1

As you lay in sleep

I saw the chart

Of artery and vein

Running from your heart,

Plain as the strength

Marked upon the leaf

Along the length,

Mortal and brief,

Of you gaunt hand.

I saw it clear:

The wiry brand

Of the life we bear

Mapped like the great

Rivers that rise

Beyond our fate

And distant from our eyes. Louise Bogan

 Devlin's P.O.V

Devlin Murray opened his eyes and took a deep breath. His gaze roamed the room in which he found himself. As his gaze passed the window he noticed that it was pitch dark outside. He knew it was late, close to midnight.

“Guess I fell asleep at my desk again,” he murmured to no one in particular. There was no one there to reply to him anyway. He took a deep breath as he glanced at the clock on the far wall. It showed 12:43 a.m. Damn. As he sorted the various scent he had taken in he realized that Charlie had been the first to leave the office. His scent was the faintest. Then Marie left followed by Angie and then Pitbul. Damn. That was over five hours ago. Dev got up from his chair and went into the secret room he had behind the bookcase. All the while he kept trying to remember what it was that he had dreamt and why it left him feeling so on edge.

He took a quick shower to fully wake himself up and dressed in black jeans and a black tank top. He exchanged his Italian loafers for biker boots and grabbed his leather jacket as the made his way to the door. He left the office by the garage. Needing to feel the wind wrapped around him he went straight to his Ducati and started the ignition. As he allowed the vibrations from his bike to settle him he thought about the fact that for seven nights in a row whenever he slept he had the same dream and woke up feeling edgy. He couldn’t quite remember the dream but it disturbed him enough that he would wake in a cold sweat. He couldn’t figure out why he felt he was responsible for whatever happened in the dream or why he remembered a female scream. A scream that seemed to cause goose bumps to rise on his skin. His wolf growled at him.

“So, you feel it too,” he asked his wolf.

“Ummmm, whatever it is, I don’t like it,” replied his wolf.

“You and I both,” Dev whispered.

An ordinary person would think he was slightly insane for talking to himself and answering himself but Dev was far from normal. He is a werewolf but not just any werewolf, a three hundred forty nine year old werewolf. Give or take a few decades. He existed the underground garage of his building and turned onto Maine Street which would eventually get him to the freeway. He needed to get to Serenity. He needed some answers and he needed them now.

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Darda's P.O.V

I looked around my new room. It had a lot of space. Maybe this time we would stay longer here than we usually did in any one place.

“Do you like it?” my dad asked from the doorway.

I turned to him. Robert Liam Chanez a.k.a Bobby was one of those men that had a magnetic aura. He stood at six feet five inches with long reddish brown hair. He kept it just below his shoulder blades usually in a ponytail. He had tattoos running down his neck, across his broad shoulders, down both of his arms and around the upper part of his chest. He was a force to be reckoned with but women seemed not to recognize that fact. Everywhere we went they flock him on all sides. I studied him trying to figure out what it was about him that attracted them like flies to honey. Was it his cerulean blue eyes or was it his aristocratic features or his arrogant profile?

“The room is lovely, Dad,” I finally respond.

“You must be exhausted. I know we have been travelling for days straight. You should get to bed. We’ll unpack tomorrow.”

“Dad… I really like my new room.”

“I know, sweetie – pie. I know.”

Dad left and I sat on the edge of the bed. Since my mom died fifteen years ago it’s just my dad and I. We have been moving around a lot. The longest we have ever stayed in any one place was ten months. In all that time I can’t recall ever seeing my dad interested in any of those women. I hate to see my dad looking so sad and tired. Well, Serenity seems like a quite, small town. Tomorrow I’ll start looking for a nice companion for him. One of the women in this town should be able to take him and his overprotective, anger issues. I smile to myself. This should be fun. That’s the last thought I remember having as my eyes close.