Whaaat? A chapter that's more than six-hundred words? *unedited
I know.
(author's note at the bottom)
Chapter Six
It was chaos.
Heat slammed into him, roaring, propelled by some unnatural force while its flame lay trapped, devouring the unsuspecting and unwanted.
The overcast sky darkened as a black roiling mass of smoke towered up and up and up, outside of its invisible containment until it collided in an angry torrent of cold air and hot embers.
His tongue ghosted over chapped lips as the flesh of his enemies coated his skin and hair in soft clumps of grey.
The Call hummed through his veins.
He had heard the Swan girl cry out but he couldn't—wouldn't—tear his gaze from the center of the dome.
That woman was still in there.
Alive.
He could see her between the shifts of orange and blue, swaying with the tendrils, a stick held up in her hand.
He had no idea how she wasn't burnt to a fucking crisp but he was sure she was the one controlling the fire. It followed her as the pups followed him.
Unwavering and unyielding.
A cackle sounded off to his left as the first body threw itself at the translucent wall. Like a switch was flipped, humanoid shapes slammed into the barrier, hopelessly looking for a way to escape without realizing there wasn't one. Some were already burned beyond recognition and lasted only one launch before they crumbled.
Literally.
Others were relatively unscathed—
Not for long.
Mindless, they continued to use themselves as battering rams, breaking themselves apart with the force even as the fire slowly but efficiently ate them.
All the while this stranger stood at the center of the storm.
"Ho-ly fuck."
Sam finally tore his eyes away from the decimation—and had to blink away tears because staring into a flaming vortex apparently causes shit to dry out—to find his entire pack staring at the scene with everything from awe to fear.
Not a closed jaw among them.
Paul snapped his mouth shut with an audible click before turning toward him.
"You gotta admit boss, this is way more badass." Paul smirked before sending the back of his hand across his forehead and eyes. He went for sweat but only served to smear the ash, a black shadow streaking against his brown skin. The sharp whiteness of Paul's smile twisted then, becoming demented with the black slash across his eyes and his image morphed into something other. Something wild and demonic that hunts by the heels of the moon.
Like a wolf of old.
The sharp iciness that he associated with a leech was finally beginning to diminish as the blaze soldiered on, consuming everything in its path and Sam felt an answering grin form on his face.
The Cold Ones wouldn't win today.
Someone behind him howled into the dusky sky—Jared—a story of triumph and death and justice to those Unnatural.
A promise.
Sam's body vibrated as the voices of his pack rose, their energy and excitement feeding into him.
But his eyes remained fixed on the woman in black.
She and these people, they didn't smell of monsters but they weren't anything he's ever encountered.
He was hesitant to name them.
But as he watched, he also waited. There was a movement under his skin.
His wolf was prowling.
Anticipating.
He had no idea for what but he always tried to listen.
He blinked as the brightness in front of him dimmed, the fire still active but not an inferno like before.
And the woman was walking out.
The stick she was carrying was gone and her arms were relaxed as she made her way to their group. The flames swirled around her thighs and tangled in her fingers, creeping up her arms. The black duster billowed behind, her braid bouncing against her shoulder with every step she sunk into the ashen floor.
Amber eyes flicked up and away but it was enough.
His blood sang as the adrenaline kicked in, and he just barely restrained his wolf before it overtook him. Lust and knowing hit him like a fucking sledgehammer as her scent washed over him on the wind.
She was salt and sea and smoke and fire. Conflicting. He smelled earth, fresh after the rain with the musky scent of dark places and brittle bones. But she also smelled of the sky, light and airy and the striking glimpse of lightning lingered under it all.
She smelled of wild things.
Dangerous. Seductive.
Intoxicating.
His bones hummed in acceptance as the bond settled into place, his soul tethering itself to hers with the barest caress—
Her eyes snapped to his and stayed.
Oh shit.
That whiskey stare seared straight through him, heat shooting low and pooling. He was frozen, caught in that predatory gaze and utterly transfixed as she moved, slow and sensual but powerful, with purpose—
His fingers twitched. His hands longed to be on that pale skin, gripping those hips as she came undone on top of him—
He was positive she had no idea what she was doing to him.
Or she might because he was pretty sure that not-so-little-Sam was standing at attention.
But how could it not? This woman was sex on legs all wrapped up in a tight little package of his favorite color with eyes made for the night. He tracked down her face, across freckles to pink full lips —
Nibble those—
To the turtle neck that outlined a thin bra and hardened nipples—
Lick those—
Tucked in to poured on black pants that he'd love nothing more than to rip away.
With his teeth.
His breathing was ragged now. She invaded his senses, possessed his soul in one world-shattering look and he was lost—stranded and she was the one that called him home.
Hell. He was adrift and she was the boat, the ocean, the breeze, the stars. All encompassing. He just didn't know it until now.
Sam opened his mouth as she finally, finally, neared him—
—only for it to go completely tits up.
So. Hi.
Here it is. The moment. Sort of. I wish I could tell you that I have all the chapters written out and all that jazz but it's definitely not true. My muse is a fickle bitch and unfortunately only lets me write when she thinks I should. This chapter for example-cranked it out in about twenty minutes.
Right? Tf.
Anywho-I will be drastically changing some things (obvi) but I thought it prudent to let ya'll know that I will be trying to incorporate more Quileute lore than the shiz Steph came up with. For example, imprinting was made up specifically for twilight and while I'll be keeping it for the sake of storytelling, it's getting revamped. And the Cold Ones were never a thing. Also made up and also keeping.
I am not Quileute. But I want to try and be better and be a little more accurate if I can. Now, if anyone has an issue with this, please message me. I don't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable by talking about something I'm not a part of. I have been doing a shiiiiiit ton of research so hopefully I can do this a little justice.
I'M SORRY I haven't responded to reviews! I will! I read each and everyone of them and I love them all so much (some more than others, such is the way of reviews. And children).
And if you haven't figured out that this will be a wee bit more dark and lot more sex filled-get out now or be dragged down to the gallows with the rest of us degenerates.