World of Anarchy

Chapter 2 Hank

I wish I could tell you that Haley and I lived happily ever after but my story isn't filled with happily ever after. The way we felt for each other wasn't the same and Aeonian made sure that I knew that she and I would never last. I wanted to bring her with me on this insane journey but she refused. Saying her place was in the forest, not out in the world. I tried to hold on but she wasn't my mate. In reality, she was just a notch on my belt to my end goal. I had to keep moving, it was never safe to stay in one place for long. I decided to continue with my current mission that Aeonian had planned for me to rejoin my family. A long walk was an understatement. I traveled south, halfway across the continent to my mother's other children that I grew up with when I was young but don't remember very well. Aeonian told me they moved to a desert area that was backed by mountains. Creeping on the border of the wanders I couldn't help but have a sinking feeling in my gut that this would be my last place to stay before she took over completely. Nearing the edge of the camp I was met by two young boys I didn't recognize.

"Freeze intruder!"

"Who dares enter our land?" I looked behind me.

"Me?"

"Yes, you." I looked around again.

"Is there some kind of secret password?"

"No, we just want to know who enters our land."

"Okay, you keep saying that but this group is nomadic." The boys looked at themselves confused.

"We've been here for more than fifty years."

"How did you know we move around?" I puffed my chest out.

"I'm the last child of Nyx and the only one of Death."

"That's suppose to mean something to us?" I looked at them confused. I haven't been gone that long, but then again all I had to measure time was the way Haley aged. I could have been gone for decades if I thought about it.

"My name is Andromeda and I demand to speak with Hank."

"How do you know about Hank?" They raised their weapons to my face.

"I don't want to fight you." I put my hands up defensively.

"Hand over your weapon."

"You're not going to like it." I handed them my father's scythe feeling a little bit of happiness knowing that it would fry anyone who touches it.

"Don't touch that." Hank grabbed the child's arm and pulled it back before he could touch it. Sadness and disappointment flashed in my face but was quickly replaced with anger when I realized who said that.

"Come on baby! I wanted to see the light show." I smiled wickedly at him. He gave me a deep sniff and frowned.

"You've been fucking a witch." My smile dropped.

"What I have been fucking is none of your business." He looked down at me.

"It is when I'm supposed to be your mate." I squinted my eyes at him.

Our history is a bit touchy, to say the least. Hank lived out his life waiting for his mate and I lived my life running away. He was the first of Nyx's children and had to wait for the longest for his mate since I was the last to be born. Eventually, he turned to drinking and sleeping with anything with a hole. When I finally came along he was a total mess, but I was still intrusted in his care. As an immortal, you are able to remember everything from the time of your birth and a few can go further to the time of conception. I was born a boy and when Hank learned this he turned his alcoholism up to a howl new level. After that, I did everything I could to make myself seem and look like a girl. I was just a child when I was kidnaped right from our home. They used me for experiments, drained me of most of my blood, and cut my pinkies off both my hands and feet. Ultimately someone convinced his drunken ass to save me and when he saw me on the verge of death something snapped in him and he became super protective. The touch of my mate meant everything to me but it was always cruel and unwanting. I was not prepared for what he did, he held me like he did the first time he ever held me. It was so genital and kind that I began balling at his sudden kindness towards me.