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Baby Brother Blues
“He’s been in the woods the last few days..find him.” Mason said.
Annabelle stood, smiling slightly. “Thank you, Mason.”
Mason jumped off of the stump, glancing back at her. “Don’t let him put his guard up.” Mason said softly before he walked away.
Baby Brother Blues
“He’s been in the woods the last few days..find him.” Mason said.
Baby Brother Blues
Mason was sitting on a log in the form of a fox. He heard Annabelle and recognized her scent before he saw her. “You really shouldn’t wander the woods alone.” He said.
Annabelle reached for her bow before she realized the voice was vaguely familiar. She lowered it with a curse. “I do not wander. I belong in these woods. Do you, shifter?”
Mason tilted his head. “I belong in these woods more than anyone else…” He hummed. “You, Annabelle, really did a number on my little brother.” He said.
Annabelle hid a wince by slinging her bow across her shoulder. In truth, shed been valiantly trying to ignore any thought of Cato. “Surely a…man of his caliber has better things to do than worry after the affections of a simple commoner,” she said.
“He’s been very…whiney…you broke his heard.” He said, stretching out on the stump. “Your rejection shook him to his very core.”
Annabelle frowned. “But why, damn it all? He hardly knows me!”
“Because my little brother fell for you…and he fell hard. It’s not often that someone so young meets someone that was practically molded for them…you two found that…it was obvious…you shouldn’t ignore something like that.” He said.
Annabelle sat on the stump, resting her head in her hands. “Cato is fortunate never to have known the pain of love..I have. How can I willingly inflict that pain on someone so dear to me?” She caught herself, flushing.
“You’re instead inflicting a pain even worse.” Mason said calmly. “If you love him…don’t let him think he’s unloveable.” He said.
Annabelle blew out a harsh breath. “Its nothing to do with him. And everything to do with me.”
“So you’re hurting him and yourelf...seems a bit foolish to me.” He yawned.
Baby Brother Blues
Mason was sitting on a log in the form of a fox. He heard Annabelle and recognized her scent before he saw her. “You really shouldn’t wander the woods alone.” He said.
Annabelle reached for her bow before she realized the voice was vaguely familiar. She lowered it with a curse. “I do not wander. I belong in these woods. Do you, shifter?”
Mason tilted his head. “I belong in these woods more than anyone else…” He hummed. “You, Annabelle, really did a number on my little brother.” He said.
Annabelle hid a wince by slinging her bow across her shoulder. In truth, shed been valiantly trying to ignore any thought of Cato. “Surely a…man of his caliber has better things to do than worry after the affections of a simple commoner,” she said.
“He’s been very…whiney…you broke his heard.” He said, stretching out on the stump. “Your rejection shook him to his very core.”
Annabelle frowned. “But why, damn it all? He hardly knows me!”
“Because my little brother fell for you…and he fell hard. It’s not often that someone so young meets someone that was practically molded for them…you two found that…it was obvious…you shouldn’t ignore something like that.” He said.
Annabelle sat on the stump, resting her head in her hands. “Cato is fortunate never to have known the pain of love..I have. How can I willingly inflict that pain on someone so dear to me?” She caught herself, flushing.
“You’re instead inflicting a pain even worse.” Mason said calmly. “If you love him...don’t let him think he’s unloveable.” He said.
Baby Brother Blues
Mason was sitting on a log in the form of a fox. He heard Annabelle and recognized her scent before he saw her. “You really shouldn’t wander the woods alone.” He said.
Annabelle reached for her bow before she realized the voice was vaguely familiar. She lowered it with a curse. “I do not wander. I belong in these woods. Do you, shifter?”
Mason tilted his head. “I belong in these woods more than anyone else…” He hummed. “You, Annabelle, really did a number on my little brother.” He said.
Annabelle hid a wince by slinging her bow across her shoulder. In truth, shed been valiantly trying to ignore any thought of Cato. “Surely a…man of his caliber has better things to do than worry after the affections of a simple commoner,” she said.
“He’s been very…whiney…you broke his heard.” He said, stretching out on the stump. “Your rejection shook him to his very core.”
Annabelle frowned. “But why, damn it all? He hardly knows me!”
“Because my little brother fell for you...and he fell hard. It’s not often that someone so young meets someone that was practically molded for them...you two found that...it was obvious...you shouldn’t ignore something like that.” He said.
Baby Brother Blues
Mason was sitting on a log in the form of a fox. He heard Annabelle and recognized her scent before he saw her. “You really shouldn’t wander the woods alone.” He said.
Annabelle reached for her bow before she realized the voice was vaguely familiar. She lowered it with a curse. “I do not wander. I belong in these woods. Do you, shifter?”
Mason tilted his head. “I belong in these woods more than anyone else…” He hummed. “You, Annabelle, really did a number on my little brother.” He said.
Annabelle hid a wince by slinging her bow across her shoulder. In truth, shed been valiantly trying to ignore any thought of Cato. “Surely a…man of his caliber has better things to do than worry after the affections of a simple commoner,” she said.
“He’s been very...whiney...you broke his heard.” He said, stretching out on the stump. “Your rejection shook him to his very core.”
Baby Brother Blues
Mason was sitting on a log in the form of a fox. He heard Annabelle and recognized her scent before he saw her. “You really shouldn’t wander the woods alone.” He said.
Annabelle reached for her bow before she realized the voice was vaguely familiar. She lowered it with a curse. “I do not wander. I belong in these woods. Do you, shifter?”
Mason tilted his head. “I belong in these woods more than anyone else...” He hummed. “You, Annabelle, really did a number on my little brother.” He said.
Baby Brother Blues
Mason was sitting on a log in the form of a fox. He heard Annabelle and recognized her scent before he saw her. “You really shouldn’t wander the woods alone.” He said.
Fighting Brothers
Cato rested his forehead against her shoulder, not taking too long to catch his breath. He looked up at her, his eyes gentle. “We should head back.” He said.
Back at the village several of the villagers had tackled and tied Mason down. He didn’t fight them much, out of fear of hurting someone. He was starting to get worried that Annabelle and Cato weren’t coming back.
Annabelle nodded sadly. “We should.”
She considered walking into the village with her hand in Cato’s; she wouuld have done, if she hadn’t heard the angry voices of her people raised even from a distance. With a glance at Cato, Annabelle slid her hand free and gathered her skirts, bolting toward the tribe.
Cato followed closely behind her and when he saw his brother he froze, looking around at the villagers.
“What is the meaning of this?” Annabelle roared, storming into the middle of the knot of bodies and shoving away the man standing nearest to Mason. “Unhand him! Now!”
The man glared at her. “This is the second monster you‘ve brought into our tribe in as many weeks, Annabelle. What is wrong with you?”
Cato let out a low growl, storming into the crowd of people. “You can call us monsters, because that is what we were born to be, but birth doesn’t define our actions!” He growled. “I have not only never hurt any humans, but I defended this village with my life!” He yelled. “And my brother here, the brother that taught me that I could be more than a mindless beast, was bringing you all food.” He pointed at the discarded bag of rabbits. “And yet you tie him up to do what, kill him?”
The man blinked at him as if he hadn’t expected any argument. Annabelle laid a hand on her dagger. “Untie him,” she ordered. “The only monsters I see are all of you. I am ashamed of your actions today.”
When they untied him Mason leaned towards the man. “For the record…had I wanted to, I could have fought back. I just didn’t want to hurt anyone.” He said. Cato gritted his teeth and stormed away from the villagers, wanting to be away from all of them.
“All of the hunters, go. No. Leave!” Annabelle shouted. The men broke away, dispersing, muttering to themselves. “Are you all right, Mason?”
Mason shrugged and popped his neck. “Yes...I should head back, though...my mother actually notices when I don’t come home.” He nodded towards where Cato ran off to. “You should go check on him...he really likes you...and I think he’s upset.”
Fighting Brothers
Mason rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “My mother is hardly even tolerable.” Mason said. “You don’t have to worry about me telling her anything.”
Annabelle nodded, brushing the blood from cato’s face with her sleeve. “You’ll fill up my tribe with yours if you have your way,” she laughed
Cato smirked at her. “We’d be good protection, at least.” He said. Mason watched them and tilted his head. He could hear Cato’s heart pounding in his chest and he recognized the look on his face. He smiled softly at them and sat down on a rock.
“When you aren’t bloodying one another,” Annabelle teases
“I need to get better at fighting.” He said. “Mason has been trying to push me.”
“Perhaps he should teach me as well,” annabelle said, only half joking
Mason raised an eyebrow. “You look like you could handle yourself.” Mason said. “And from what I’ve heard you are more than capable.”
“Just like Cato, I am always capable of learning more,” Annabelle dipped her head.
Mason walked up to her and held out his hand. “Mason Jones, eldest son of Adam and Eve. Alpha shapeshifter. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Annabelle Elkund.”
Fighting Brothers
Mason rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “My mother is hardly even tolerable.” Mason said. “You don’t have to worry about me telling her anything.”
Annabelle nodded, brushing the blood from cato’s face with her sleeve. “You’ll fill up my tribe with yours if you have your way,” she laughed
Cato smirked at her. “We’d be good protection, at least.” He said. Mason watched them and tilted his head. He could hear Cato’s heart pounding in his chest and he recognized the look on his face. He smiled softly at them and sat down on a rock.
“When you aren’t bloodying one another,” Annabelle teases
“I need to get better at fighting.” He said. “Mason has been trying to push me.”
“Perhaps he should teach me as well,” annabelle said, only half joking
Mason raised an eyebrow. “You look like you could handle yourself.” Mason said. “And from what I’ve heard you are more than capable.”
Fighting Brothers
Mason rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “My mother is hardly even tolerable.” Mason said. “You don’t have to worry about me telling her anything.”
Fighting Brothers
Cato had left early in the morning to meet Mason for a practice duel. Cato still had a lot to learn about sword fighting and he knew he could trust his brother to continue teaching him even when he hadn’t been home. They were in a clearing between the village and Eve’s home battling hard. Cato had a few cuts and bruises and his nose was bleeding but he was still going at it.
Annabelle was more concerned than she had any right to be when she realized Cato was gone. After delegating the day’s task to the village elders, she stalked his trail from the camp, coming to a clearing with the sounds of battle ahead. She drew the dagger form her side and rushed into the open, prepared to defend her new friend.
Mason heard Annabelle coming and he quickly hit Cato in the nose with the end of his sword, knocking him backwards off his feet and breaking his nose. Cato fell backwards against a tree gripping his face as blood dripped down his mouth and chin. Mason turned quickly, pointing his sword towards Annabelle. “Put your dagger down, miss. I don’t want to hurt you.” Mason said. Cato looked up at Annabelle and blushed furiously. “Mason, Annabelle, both of you drop your weapons.” He said, spitting blood onto the ground.
“Not until i know why hes harmed you,” Annabelle snarled, not lowering her daggers.“You know this man?”
The blood from Cato’s nose was flowing fast and getting all over his face. He spat out a mouthful of blood and sighed. “He’s my brother…the one who’s teaching me how to fight.” Cato said. “Mason…his name is Mason…I told you about him.” Cato said. Mason looked back at him and frowned and then looked to Annabelle. “I don’t usually make a habit of busting his face…but I needed to make sure you weren’t a threat.” He said, holding up one hand and sheathing his sword.
Annabelle hurled thebdagger at Mason, skimming his arm but only drawing a small trickle of blood. “I am a threat to anyone who harms a member of my tribe. Even if he asked for it,” she cut a glare at cato
Mason looked down at his arm and raised an eyebrow at Annabelle. “Well I won’t harm you. So do your worst.” Mason said, holding his hands up.
Fighting Brothers
Cato had left early in the morning to meet Mason for a practice duel. Cato still had a lot to learn about sword fighting and he knew he could trust his brother to continue teaching him even when he hadn’t been home. They were in a clearing between the village and Eve’s home battling hard. Cato had a few cuts and bruises and his nose was bleeding but he was still going at it.
Leaving for war
“I love you, Jon.” Vanessa said, hugging him tightly.
“I love you too mom” he said softly, holding her gently. When Jon leant back, he tucked the wedding band in to his pocket and grabbed his bag “I better get going… I’ll write a letter every week just like I promised” he smiled and kissed vanessas cheek. “Please tell Abby I’m sorry that I can’t wait for her”
"You know abbey...she's scatter brained." Vanessa smiled. "She probably got caught up somewhere...be safe." She said.
Leaving for war
Jon frowned softly and watched Vanessa as he waited.
Vanessa handed him his father’s wedding band. “Your grandpa brought this to me a few years ago.” She said. “It’s engraved with magic to bring good luck.”
Jon blinked at her in shock, holding out his palm for it “ mom you… Are you sure?” He whispered
Vanessa nodded softly. “You need it more than I do.” She said softly.
Jon sucked in a breath and tried to keep it together as he slowly kissed Vanessa’s cheek “thank you… I will keep it with me always” he whispersd
“Be strong out there, Jon. I need you to come home.” She sighed and smiled up at him.
Jon nodded “I will I promise… I’ll be back in 9 months”
"I love you, Jon." Vanessa said, hugging him tightly.
Leaving for war
Jon frowned softly and watched Vanessa as he waited.
Vanessa handed him his father’s wedding band. “Your grandpa brought this to me a few years ago.” She said. “It’s engraved with magic to bring good luck.”
Jon blinked at her in shock, holding out his palm for it “ mom you… Are you sure?” He whispered
Vanessa nodded softly. “You need it more than I do.” She said softly.
Jon sucked in a breath and tried to keep it together as he slowly kissed Vanessa’s cheek “thank you… I will keep it with me always” he whispersd
"Be strong out there, Jon. I need you to come home." She sighed and smiled up at him.
