I'm eating dinner with my husband, spaghetti and meatballs, we're drinking wine.
He smiles as he glances up at me, his eyes showing that sparkle every time he looks at me. He takes a sip of wine and holds my hand.
"I love you" he whispers in my ear, then he kisses the back of my hand before he continues eating his spaghetti.
I can taste the sweet taste of whine, I can feel the heat of his leg as he brushes mine, I can feel the dampness of his kiss lingering in the back of my hand, I can even feel the light breeze coming through the window and smell the wet dirt outside as it rains softly barely making a noise.
Yet I know it's not real, I know he's been dead for over two hundred years.
I love these dreams, when it all feels real, when I can feel as if I was with him again.
Everything starts to fade, all I see is darkness, I feel the fresh tears in my eyes as I wake up.
I wipe them away to take a shower, it's a new day, better start early.
I wash my face many times trying to erase the past from my eyes.
I walk out and dry my hair quickly.
"Morning Rosa" I greet my best friend as we make our way to the headquarters. She notices my slightly swollen eyes but doesn't comment.
"Morning bestie, I have something for you today, a solo mission, a mermaids daughter was kidnapped by the Mosquite Coven up north, they're pretty feisty"
I smile, I like solo missions, I don't have to worry about keeping anyone safe, we enter the headquarters as I head straight for the secret tunnel.
"So what's the plan?" I ask as I put on my mask.
"You'll have to fly there, but you have to be very fast, reach the middle of the coven and burn it all to the ground, the girl is in the small lake by their settlement, I'll send you the location".
I nod as I let the fire bleed from my veins and engoulf my whole body, I slowly levitate off the ground getting ready to leave.
"Good luck girl" she says as I take off.
The white fox will destroy the werewolf world. It's a legend that every wolf knows. We never hunt white foxes for fear it will be the one in the legend. If a white fox burrows in your territory, it's a sign of bad luck. We all run from white foxes. We were told as pups that if we were bad, the white fox would come to our pack, and the next day, our pack would have never existed. There are laws from the elders that if we find the white fox (not that anyone wants to or will), we were to hand it over immediately. We were not to engage in conversation with it or interact with it at all. So we never expected her to come so peacefully...
| "What do you want from me?" I exclaimed. He stopped walking and laughed.
"You stupid fuck. I want you to stop fighting me. I want you to shut up and do what I say." He grabbed me again. My muscles tensed and I tasted blood in my mouth. My pupils were dilated.
He dragged me to the kitchen again and grabbed my cup that was still on the table. "Drink. It."
I grabbed the glass and took a sip. His nose crinkled. "No. Down it. Drink the whole thing."
I down it and coughed again. It was so bitter and I recoiled. My head spun and I felt like I was going to throw up. I held my head and closed my eyes. The world spun so much faster when I closed my eyes.
He held me under my chin. "Listen. You pissed off a powerful man while you were gone. He wants you and I'm not giving you without a price. So next week, after the paperwork is filled out, you're gonna be good. Or I'll lower that price. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head as best I could but it made me even dizzier. He let go of my chin and I felt myself falling. "Now you haven't drank that much. Don't tell me you're out for the count. I haven't even gotten started with you."
he grabbed a bottle of beer and handed it to me. I almost dropped it but managed to grab the bottle by the neck right before it left my hand.
"Drink."
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