ZEPHYR
I woke up with a raging headache, foggy brain, and a throbbing cheek.
I laid back on my couch...
My couch...?
Why the hell was I on my couch?
A memory tried to break through my hazy brain but for some reason, my stupid brain wouldn't compute it.
I groaned, clasping my hands in front of my eyes.
A wet nose touched my side, where my shirt rode up.
I peeked through my clasped fingers and smiled.
"Hi Shadow" I said, rubbing my Hellhound's head "Where have you been?"
He nuzzled my ribs again and I smiled as his fiery fur licked my skin, the flames tickling my side.
He rose to his full height and look back towards the door where I saw a smaller, and female, Hellhound gazing at us.
I raised an eyebrow and Shadow nipped my skin playfully.
My hound, the size of a panther with the bulk of a lion, sat down next to me and growled for the female.
She took a hesitant step in and sniffed my floor rug, her obsidian eyes shining with curiosity.
"Oooh..." I chuckled, wincing when a sharp pain went through my head "Someone has a girlfriend."
My hound snarled, fire dripping from his mouth and scorching my carpet.
I just patted his head as the female hound took a weary step in front of us.
I held my hand out and she took a hesitant sniff.
When she deemed I wasn't a threat, she crept up next to Shadow and curled her body against his.
I raised an eyebrow and puffed out his chest proudly.
"What's her name?" I murmured softly as the pain in my head became more prominent.
I put my hand on his head and he used his limited knowledge of language to communicate one word with me.
"Midnight."
"Pretty."
Shadow barked in agreement.
"Shadow, I need you to do me a favor" I murmured to him as one particular gut wrenching memory came back to me.
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BLOOD MOON
Werewolf"Legend has it there is always a reason why souls meet. Maybe they found each other for reasons that weren't so different after all. They were two souls searching and found a home lost in each other. When souls find comfort in one another, separatio...