Hi,
New story, this one is in the Mercy Thompson world.
Enjoy :)
R&R
Chapter 1:
Bran was in his study, talking on the phone with Mercy, his coyote shifter-stepdaughter.
She was in the hospital, again, this time after defeating a volcano God, and almost dying after breaking her neck.
"…I will be there soon, good bye," he finished the call.
"What now?" asked Leah.
"I am heading to the tri-cities area, Mercy is in the hospital,"
"So what?! She is nothing yours, just a stinky coyote-"
He growled. Bran understood that Leah doesn't like Mercy, but he wouldn't let her insult her in his face.
"She is like a daughter to me, you know that. We will talk when I get back,"
Leah turned around and went upstairs without another word.
Bran was tired. He visited Mercy, that was quite o.k. considering her injuries, and now he was heading back home to Aspen- Creek, Montana.
He knew that Leah probably will make him a hard time about Mercy again, and he was so tired.
Bran parked his car in front of his house and walked in. He went straight in to the shower, and he fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.
Blueberry Bird was standing above her parents' graves. They just crushed in a car accident a few months earlier, just before she finished her junior year in high school.
She wanted to start fresh and on her own. Her aunt agreed to let her go if she will promise to keep in touch.
That's how she ended up in the tri-cities area in Washington.
Blueberry started her senior year in high school.
Surprisingly enough, her first friend was the sixteen years old girl, Jesse Hauptman, daughter of the local Alpha, Adam.
"… so, you are still staying at the motel?" asked Jesse as she looked at her new friend on their way to Blueberry's car.
"Yeah, until I will found a place for me," answered the older girl.
Blueberry has a long dark hair, quite pale skin and deep blue eyes. She is not very tall, but she put high heels on her feet. Right now, she was wearing black jeans, red blouse that her white strapless peep out from the blouse cleavage and black jacket. She has black ankle boots with high heels and black wool hat on her head.
The girls got in the car and started the drive from school to the Hauptman's residence.
"So… your dad is a werewolf, an Alpha, are you too? A werewolf, I mean,"
"No, it doesn't work this way,"
"So how it does work?"
"Well…"
Jesse started to explain.
Females werewolves can't give birth because the embryo can't survive the change his mother going through every full moon. Humans can give birth only if the child happened to be human, otherwise it will end up with natural abortion. This is exactly what Jesse is; a human child to a werewolf father and a human mother.
"Wow, rough life," said Blueberry as she parked the car in front of Jesse's big house.
"Come inside," said Jesse.
"I don't want to interrupt,"
"Don't be ridiculous, come on," said Jesse.
Blueberry sighed and followed the younger girl in.
"Hi Ben," said Jesse.
"Hi, Jesse, who is your pretty friend?"
"I am Blue," said Blueberry.
"Blue? Like the color?"
"Well, you write it the same, but it's a nickname to Blueberry," said Blue.
"Oh, it's an odd-" said Ben.
"He means rear," said a deep voice from behind the girls.
"Right, sorry." Said Ben.
"It's alright," she smiled and turned around. "Are you Mr. Hauptman?"
"Yes, miss…?"
"Blueberry Bird, but you can call me Blue, sir."
He smiled. He could tell that the girl was couched by his daughter about werewolves 101.
"And you can drop the sir, and call me Adam,"
"O.k. sir, I mean, Adam,"
He smiled again.
"How was school?"
"Fine," said Jesse.
"And the test?"
"O.k."
"What about you, Blue?"
"Oh, I didn't have any test, I am a senior,"
"Really? So how do you know Jesse?" he asked as he led them to the living room. Jesse went to bring them some soda while Adam released his tie.
"From the cafeteria, I am new around here, and she saw that I am alone so she introduced herself,"
"How is it that I only met you today?"
"She drove me from school since the day we met, she just refused to come in until I finally convinced her, today," said Jesse as she sat down.
"Really? Why?"
Blue just shrugged.
"Do I know your parents?"
"Unlikely; they died in a car accident a few months ago, in DC. I moved here in the end of the summer,"
"I am sorry for your loss,"
"Thanks,"
"So you live alone? Where?"
"I am in a motel at the moment, and I talk with my aunt a lot, it's o.k."
"Young girl alone in a motel? It's not safe,"
She shrugged again.
"It's temporary, I am looking for an apartment,"
"Why don't you come and live here? It's quite crowded now and then as Jesse probably told you, but you can have your own room with a bathroom, and my wife is a mechanic, so she can take care of your car if needed," suggested Adam.
"Amm… it's generous and odd, you don't even know me,"
"It's a werewolf thing, they are very protective," explained Jesse.
"Oh," Blue frowned a bit.
The motel room was eating her money away and she was barely there, and the clerk was creeping her out.
"Can I pay you rent?" asked Blue.
"No,"
"So how can I pay you back if you let me stay?"
"Just study good and stay out of trouble,"
"It's an odd way of rent,"
Adam laugher boomed in the house. Jesse giggled.
"I like you, kid, I truly do. Now, you need to get your stuff from the motel."
"Ben," he called and Ben showed up.
"Go with the girls to get Blue's stuff from the motel, she is moving in with us,"
"let's go pink," said Ben. Adam growled.
"It's just a joke," said Ben. Adam flashed his eyes at him.
"Sorry, let's go girls," said Ben, and they went outside and in to Blue's car.
It was dinner time.
Blue already settled in her new room, her clothes were in her closet, her shoes in a drawer, her books and laptop on her desk and a photo of herself with her parents was on a night stand by the big bed. Her makeup and toiletries were in the bathroom.
Now she was lying on her bed and reading a book.
a knock on her door cut her short, thought.
"Come in,"
The door opened and a woman walked in.
"Hi, I am Mercedes Hauptman, Adam's wife, you can call me Mercy- is that welsh?"
"Yeah, do you know it?"
"A little bit. How do you know it?"
"It was a chosen class in my former school, so I took it,"
"I have some friends that will be thrilled to meet someone so young that knows welsh," said Mercy in a smile.
"Cool, I never met welsh people before,"
Mercy chuckled.
"Come on, dinner is ready."