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Rooftop Warriors || Shiloh, Zach

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Despite having wanted to spend the entire day alone, she felt much more relaxed now that Zach was there. Her wolf that she could feel pacing inside of her, calmed down as well. Whatever tension had formed in her back and her shoulders dissipated. She couldn’t help but wonder if Zach was doing it on purpose of if she really was that naturally relaxed with him around. It was almost the same as with Thom. Almost. The blonde closed her eyes for a moment went she was pulled a bit closer, smiling for the first time all day when she felt his cheek against her own.

Thinking about it now after saying it seemed a million times easier. She’d broken up with Flynn after their fight, a fight that consisted of Shiloh doing what she needed to do and wanted to do for the pack. All she wanted was to be strong, protective, valued. She didn’t want to be the little pup when she wasn’t one. If Flynn couldn’t understand that, then it wasn’t her fault. Her heart was broken, but Shiloh wasn’t going to be one of the girls who cried for weeks and threw little fits. It happened. The future holds what’ll happen next.

"It ain’t, but I’ll get through it."

Shiloh turned her head to the side, looking at Zach. It wasn’t the ‘let me just smile at you’ look or a passing glance. She really looked at him. It was odd to her, how he wasn’t that much older than herself and yet between the look in his eyes, the dark circles, the overall aura that came off him seemed to age him. She worried about him, especially as of late the more she noticed Zach never stopping to just relax. “I don’t wanna talk about me. I just needed to hide away for a day and I’ll be good to go. But what’s goin’ on with you, Zach?” Shiloh moved one of her hands to take a hold of Zach’s that was near her side since his arm was over her shoulder. She gave it a reassuring squeeze as she looked back up at him. “Don’t hide from me, ain’t like I’m gonna tell the world.”

Zach took in a breath, prepared to answer when the impressive view finally registered and he closed his mouth. He let it out through his nostrils while taking in the land surrounding the mansion, trying to pick out specific scents from the breezes as they passed on by while enjoying the silence for the weight in gold that it was worth. The Beta didn't return the squeeze of hand but the gesture wasn't lost on him, and Zach reconsidered what was originally going to be the usual vague, generic answer he gave when people inquired as to how he was. He thought on it as little as possible because it didn't change from day to day. How was he? Unwell. Those days, though, who was doing any better? He didn't know. Maybe that was half the problem.

"Ain't hidin'. Clements don't hide for nothin', tellin' you now."

Somewhere under his beard his mouth twitched in a little smirk, murmuring out his answer playfully though he let a little bit of the tiredness he was starting to feel in his bones reach his tone. His beast enjoying the company of a packmate, Zach sighed out a breath he'd seemingly been holding forever and shook his head gently, keeping his eyes on the scenery before them.

"Goin' on with me? Nothin'. I don't know, sweetheart. Been some rough times, lately, gettin' rougher still. Reckon my spirits've taken a blow or two, sure."

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Rooftop Warriors || Shiloh, Zach

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There was a peaceful wind that blew over, kissing the visible skin of her arms and her legs. Her sweater was laying at one side of her, having taken it off after the heat had gotten to her and she couldn’t take it anymore. She roof scratched at her legs, but she paid no attention to it as she shifted to lay back completely. She was partly in a daze, letting herself stop worrying about everything she usually did now days to just sit outside. Her phone was stashed in her sweater and she’d been fully aware of it having been going off for at least an hour or two occasionally, but the ‘wolf didn’t make a move to check it, reply, or answer. It was the least of her concerns to her at the moment.

Shiloh had worried when her head started to clog too much and she couldn’t sort what she needed to sort out. Since figuring out how to get herself onto the roof, it had become a place for her to easily think and so the moment everything went to shit, she found herself crawling her way to the roof and finding a nice little spot, not too far from the little window. Her mind had already played through her argument with Gabe, not even sure what she was going to do about that, if anything. Shiloh didn’t see herself in the wrong, not for worrying about the other ‘wolf. After the first hour, she’d already made the decision to let it be and put the ball into the other girl’s court.

But then that left the bigger problem. Shiloh had gotten herself up and walked around the roof, silent little footsteps gracefully over the roof and the slopes and the curves. She’d picked up fallen leaves and sticks to toss off the roof, she’d written a few lyrics down in her notebook, and she’d taken a short little nap. The entire time, keeping the one topic she didn’t want to think about away as much as she could. That didn’t stop the entire scene with Flynn replaying through her head a millions times. Was she wrong? Was he wrong? Was it a heated moment? Was it coming? But all those questions, she left unanswered. She didn’t want to analyze it.

A scent had carried over to her nose, circling in the air and making Shiloh wrinkle up her nose. Only because she knew the scent and she knew she’d been found. Hearing Zach’s voice as if he were right beside her, she groaned and rolled over on the roof where she was laying for a second before rolling back. “Other side.” Shiloh said as she sat up, looking over at Zach. “I’m not movin’.” The blonde went straight ahead to say, turning her head to look down at her lap. She pulled her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them lightly till the movement she heard ended with Zach beside her.

The ‘wolf looked at her Beta, a long look of swimming blue eyes that held so many emotions and at the same time, had something about them that was missing. “Didn’t want to answer the phone.” Shiloh mumbled, looking forward at the land. “Been up here since mornin’. Didn’t wanna go down to the farm or be in the mansion.” She was being short with her sentences but she was at least saying something. Now there was a war raging inside of her, one side wanting to tell Zach what happened while the other still wanted to shy away from everyone and pretend on like nothing was happening. Shiloh knew she’d tell him no matter what. Zach made her feel the most comfortable now days,

Maybe it was the move to the mansion or maybe it was something that she didn’t know about, but her relationship with some within the pack had altered. She didn’t feel as close with Gabe or Indiana anymore and her relationship with Flynn had obviously changed. Shiloh had gotten much more closer to Thom which seemed impossible considering they were close enough as it was. But now Zach had found his way up there, leaving everyone else behind except for Thom. “I broke up with Flynn.” Shiloh said finally, quietly and staring off as she shifted to lean into Zach’s side.

Zach had been trying his best to be mindful of how he spoke to Shiloh, knowing the respect she was starting to demand (and deserve) and understanding that he, himself, had spoken down to her considerably before she had been thrown down to Omega. The little white wolf had made a surprisingly strong comeback, earning Delta once again as well as continuing boot camp and side training. Shiloh worked hard and still found time for family and music. She was different than what he could first recall of meeting her…but then again, who wasn’t? Even though the Beta bit back the lectures he wanted to give and the questions he wanted to ask the Delta knew him well enough and answered them anyway, though shortly, and spared him the trouble.

After hesitating a moment, he did eventually join her and kept his mouth shut. She knew already that doing what she wanted and doing what needed to be done were two separate things and it was up to her to reconcile them. If there were going to be consequences to her day spent on the roof then Zach could only assume that Shiloh was already prepared with having to face them. The underlying concern was that there was something the matter enough to make her not seem to care about those penalties whatsoever. He didn’t have to wait long to find out, moving his arm without much thought given to it as he kept Shiloh held close against his side once she found her way there.

Zach would be the first to admit he’d lost touch completely with the other Beta. Save for some odd texts and even rarer in-person encounters, he and Flynn had barely interacted since the last moon. It was something he assumed fault for, along with for nearly forgetting that Shiloh and Flynn had been together. The two had seemed to be doing fine, had never been something to worry about before. The Beta scolded himself for not bothering to read between any lines or notice any changes in demeanor that would’ve clued him in to there being trouble. As if in apology, he squeezed the little blonde a bit closer to his side and ducked his head down to graze his bristly cheek against the smoothness of her face, his wolf nearly whining.

“M’sorry, sweetheart. S’not easy.”

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What a Charlie Foxtrot || Zachary, Drake

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Drake attempted to chuckle at the comment but it was hard and the welts down his torso only made it painful. His dark eyes followed the other man’s as he glanced around. The comment about hospitals ‘sucking’ rang true. Drake couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in one either. He nodded in agreement and then shrugged. It was what it was and there wasn’t much that could be done to change the sterile appearance of the hospital. Pickens being such a small town probably had a lot to do with that as well.

At the mention of Dean, his ears perked up. “I hope he’s not giving anyone too much trouble,” he said honestly, “he can be a real asshole at times, if you haven’t noticed already.” The thought of anyone else having to deal with his brother made him shake his head. Dean had such an angry streak in him and Drake wasn’t sure it could ever be changed. “You have my permission to kick his ass if he’s causin’ trouble,” he added as an after thought, his mouth pulling into a slight smirk as he glanced over at Zachary.

He swallowed hard at the thought of ‘other people’ asking if he was OK because he wasn’t so sure that was true. Drake had no clue what happened to his mother, never mind his father. Sure there was Dean, but who else really cared? He hated this self pity shit. It was never an issue before the attack and now it seemed it becoming a part of his everyday life.

"Yeah, I guess we were," he said, nodding, "I supposed you’re gonna have’ta find someone else until ‘m better, hm?" There was slight disappointment in his voice because he had been asked to do a job and now he could no longer do it. Drake didn’t want to let Zachary down but what could he do?

“Don’t need your permission.”

Zach did his best not to be snide in his reply but he didn’t return the smirk, his tone level with just an edge of warning that was more his wolf than anything else; know your place. The subject of Dean was a bit of a testy one with the Beta, as he was not in a position to handle the young wolf in the way he would prefer to. He had a mansion full of Deltas to keep in line, himself. Dean was Woodmere’s problem unless they called on his help and even then he knew he had to watch his behavior, to some degree. The wolf spared the injured young man the lectures that could have come because they were both tired, and who wanted to really fucking hear it besides? Dean was…Dean. They could agree on that. Drake had more important things to focus on and his recovery should have been at the top of the list.

Though it made his skin crawl, Zach forced himself to sit with his back flush against the chair and he was unable to stop himself from looking over his shoulder. He moved to cross his arms over his chest, locking his arms firmly with a tension easily hidden under his clothing. With his eyes on the small window, he focused on the noises outside the room until he was satisfied nobody was coming. That didn’t stop the sensation of being watched from still flooding over him and his shoulders knotted with apprehension as he rolled his head to crack his neck. The wolf looked over to the young man when he noticed the tinge of sadness in his haggard voice, letting his eyes glimpse over the machinery around his bedside before he brought himself to shrug.

“There’s a sayin’ in life, son: ‘shit happens’. Ain’t much you’n I can do ‘bout what happened to you, one of them acts of God the looney folks is always talkin’ ‘bout.”

Zach let out a haughty scoff, shaking his head to himself at the thought of an act of God. Or what civilians considered one to be, anyway. The wolf didn’t dwell long, though, knowing better than to let his mind wander to Iraq when he was already tightly-wound from being in a hospital of all places. It wasn’t his intention to stare but Zach stopped examining the room finally to keep his sharp eyes on the bedridden young man in an attempt to drown out thoughts of anything else but the current moment. He didn’t hide the scrutiny in his stare, taking advantage of the one-on-one time to better learn Drake’s mannerisms.

“There’ll be ways to help, later. You can be some eyes an’ ears here, in the meanwhile.”

Rooftop Warriors || Shiloh, Zach

The text message from Thommy didn't really surprise Zach as much as it perhaps ought to have. It was either given the current state of things nothing could really phase the Beta anymore or he was simply running too tired to muster appropriate concern. For all the talk Shiloh did of wanting to be treated less like a child and more like the she-wolf she was becoming it didn’t stand to reason that she would foolishly run off and away from the mansion. Leaving the study shortly after receiving word from his best friend, Zach frowned at the fact that she hadn’t answered her phone…but had to remind himself that he’d dared to take a shower not too long ago and had almost missed out on some important texts, himself. It was impossible to sit around all day staring at the home screen. Maybe she was playing her guitar or the phone was charging in a different room. She had to be around somewhere and there were a lot of ‘somewhere’s to search in the estate that Zane had left them so he reserved any panic or overwhelming concern for when there was more proof of it being needed.

The soldier trekked carefully through the house, starting with the obvious rooms like the kitchen and living room before he started examining room by room. He made sure to take his time, using his nose and ears to the best of his ability as he tried to pick up on any trace of the young blonde. It was some while later when he’d searched the main floor twice and sent three or four texts of his own that he decided it was perhaps time to take his search to the next level. Literally. The Beta returned to his study only to get his shoulder holster and the Sig Sauer- you just never knew- before making a quick detour to the kitchen again so that he could wrap a piece of pound cake in a napkin and tuck it away in his sweatshirt pocket just in case he needed to feed the Delta in a pinch. Once he felt prepared enough he headed for the steps that would lead to the attic.

Zach carefully pulled at the small hanging string, opening the trapdoor in the ceiling and easing the collapsible ladder into place so that he could pull himself up into the attic. The Beta took in a deep breath and sneezed shortly after, shaking his head and some of his body as if ridding it of water though he just felt altogether and suddenly dusty. Taking the time to make note of the state of things, as he hadn’t much had time to organize the storage in the attic let alone keep track of it in the basement (and since when was that his job, besides?) , Zach caught sight of the open window and muttered a breathy ‘bingo’ to himself before making his way over. Minding the gun at his side, Zach stuck his head out the open window and tried to take in what he could of the roof while letting out a whistle.

“Shiloh! Shi? Got Thommy sick worryin’, girl, where you hidin’?”

text >> Zach

Thom: I've been lookin for Shi and I can't find her. She ain't answering her phone and I'm lookin all over the mansion.

Zach: Girl's gotta be tucked away somewhere. Wouldn't just run off. Check the basement, I'll make a sweep of the house myself.

Txt Messages || The Pack

Kinsey: This just in. Indi's pregnant. Figured y'all would wanna know. This stays in the pack, though. If it gets out, I'll know why. Hope y'all are havin' as good a night as I am.

Zach: About time for some good news, sir. Anything you need, you holler.

Phone Call || Zach

Indi: [smiling] As the day is long. [pauses] I'm really happy, brother.

Zach: And it can be mighty long, trust in that. Well shoot, sister. Anythin' that puts a smile on that pretty face is a-okay in my book. We need to celebrate proper.

Phone Call || Zach

Indi: Not quite. You're gonna be an uncle.

Zach: Maybe a monkey's uncle... -he chuckles, then a pause- ...you're serious?

Phone Call || Zach

Zach: Lemme guess. Dean.

Text : : Zach

Shiloh: Still has to bleed plenty good. Aint a good steak unless it's very rare.

Zach: So you make sure to seat the fathead clear on the other side of the table.

Zach: Or he gon' get himself bit.

Text : : Zach

Shiloh: Dinner and a show? Must be a good night.

Zach: Depends on how rare you're planning on leaving that meat.

Text : : Zach

Shiloh: He likes stealing your food.

Zach: Watch how quickly I put that to rest, sweetheart.

Text : : Zach

Shiloh: Reckon not. Might wanna get down when it's ready before Thom does.

Zach: I'll bite him, swear.

Text : : Zach

Shiloh: What do you want for dinner? Figured I'd make something for everyone.

Zach: Steak and potatoes a hassle?

Text | Vanessa » Zach

Vanessa: I'm talking to you about it now. I'm asking you about it now. How is that doing it behind your back?

Vanessa: Enjoy it.

Vanessa: Sir, yes sir.

Zach: You're telling me now about conversation that happened two or so weeks ago. We're just nitpicking, now.

Zach: If you think I enjoy any of this, you are very sorely mistaken.

Zach: Clement over and out.

Text | Vanessa » Zach

Vanessa: Know better than what? Thinking about what could possibly stop the pack from getting hurt? I'll keep that in mind.

Vanessa: Real nice.

Zach: Better than to do it behind my back. Behind Indiana's. Don't get sassy with me, girl.

Zach: Have him just like Barncat. With ketchup.

Zach: If Indiana says it's all right, I'll take you there to meet him. It isn't my place to tell you yes or no...reckon you got an earful of my opinion, regardless. This isn't my call to make. Get back to me when you have orders.

Text | Vanessa » Zach

Vanessa: I'm not publicly sticking my nose into anything. What I'm doing is making observations.

Vanessa: David. He's a rat. Stutters sometimes.

Zach: You can make them from your room in Woodmere, y'all are supposed to know better than this.

Zach: Good, maybe I'll eat him.

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