there was plenty of bottled up emotions. the hybrid had only struggled over the last six months. he tried to let mac in, let her help. but he still had so much bottled in. though it wasn’t from her lack of trying. dealing with losing his family, being a hybrid, the sire bond, the bloodlust–- it was all too much. she he kept it in. but now he had his family back, had control ( for the most part ) of the bloodlust, and he was sure he knew how to break the bond. so with all of these issue he’s been dealing with, seeming to come to a close, he allowed himself to focus on the one issue he hadn’t dealt with. his mate. he had stopped pushing her away after she found him that night, feeding on some drunk idiot. but he had kept her at arms lengths. FRUSTRATING the both of them. but no more.
after the tearful reunion with his siblings, after they spoke of needing to find certain people, zach and mac made their way back to his place. a place he was avoiding for six months. only coming home once in awhile. but now, now he was rushing to get them there. their teasing earlier only making the need to make up for lost time grow stronger. the door slammed shit behind them and zach was using his hybrid speed to get them to his room. “ i do believe i promised you no more waiting, scott. ” he spoke before his lips were on hers, pulling her entire body closer to him. tired of fighting his need for her.
WITH HER MOTHER CONSTANTLY WORKING, violet has grown well acquainted with the maze that is forks memorial hospital. some of the staff have even come to know of her and the constant visits to her mother, particularly lennon blair specifically. though, she has certainly heard of the infamous carlisle cullen. there’s a folder grasped in her hand as she makes it to the opposite wing, searching for the doctor. violet spots him at the end of the hall, her feet pattering against the linoleum floor as she rushes. ❝ dr. cullen ! ❞ she calls, finally catching up to him. ❝ uh, hi, you don’t know me but dr. davenport was in surgery and wanted me to give you these patient files. ❞
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
for the first time e v e r , the eldest davidson wolf was nervous. they had their first night of passion ( the first of many ) and during it, he had forgotten about most of his scars. but as they laid there now, his eyes closed, her hand trailing his scars, nervous was the only way to describe what he felt. his eyes opened and he glanced down at her. she was staring, curiously, at his scars. there was no judgement or pity in her tone, she was only curious.
had she been someone else... as in not his mate. he would shut down the questions without hesitation. thinking about how he got his scars was something he didn’t wish to remember. they were all over his body. covering his back and chest. claw marks, burns, cuts from glass and even from knives. his mind went to his siblings, and how each and every mark on his body was worth it since it meant they were safe.
“ that one was because carson made a mess. ” he had explained his story. of the man who called himself his father. she just hadn’t seen any of the scars yet. didn’t know how BAD it really got. “ he tripped, knocked into a table. the old man didn’t like that. ” he shook his head, not wanting her to hear the horrible details of what happened. his mind going back to the day it happened.
zach stood with atticus, the two having just got home from zach picking him up. they heard carson laughing with their sister, zach picking up on his brothers laughter. any other time it would have brought a smile to his face. but he had seen he’s fathers car. so he knew any of them being too loud could set the man off. atticus had seemed to catch on to zach’s change of mood. calling out to carson, but that was a mistake. carson became distracted and ended up tripping over a bag that their ‘father’ had left out. zach watched as carson went stumbling into a table that had photo’s and vases on it. he had rushed forward, trying to stop it from happening but had been too late. the fear on his brothers face was enough to have zach moving to softly push his carson toward atticus, leaving zach standing in the middle of the mess. their father entering the room, beer in hand, examining the scene. before anyone could say anything, the beer bottle was flying to zach’s face. he tried to dodge it but that only angered the older man. “ boy what the hell were you thinking?! ” he yelled as he pushed zach against the wall. “ look at this fucking mess. DAMN IT BOY, CAN’T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?! ” and then there was a slap. his brothers screaming at the man to stop. “ stop ” zach yelled, the man smirked thinking zach was begging him to stop, but zach was looking carson dead in the eye. he knew carson wanted to stop this. but if he tried, he’d only end up taking the abuse.
“ things got too out of hand. i fought back because carson was going to jump in.. i had to stop him. ” he stopped. remembering how his fist made contact with his father’s face and he told carson to get atti out. when he turned around again, his father had used from of the broken glass that scattered the floor, to stab zach in the stomach with. “ i endured it so they didn’t have to. “
HE'S COME TO SEE KIMBERLY as he did a daughter . which was rare . but there was something so pure about her . something so new about her that he needed to preserve . yet , with all the happenings of the full moon , he hadn't even gotten a chance to check up on her . waiting inside her house in the dark like a creep wasn't going to help either . but when the lock to the front door turns , he's up and out of his seat . when her body emerges , his arms are wrapped around her in a tight embrace . his nose takes a deep inhale of her scent , knowing that she was okay . it was a good reassurance . ❝ i'm sorry i wasn't there . ❞ / @fyrebred
he was injured, not nearly as badly as he COULD have been. the male wolf had been lucky. unlike so many he cared about. but still, he was healing and wanted nothing more than to stay in bed with his girl. the thought of mackenzie made him smile, opening his eyes, he found her in bed next to him. her naked back on full display for him. her slow, even breathing confirmed she was still asleep.
the two had met up a f t e r all was said and done. he had been so worried for his love. afraid he might have lost her again, but this time more PERMANENTLY. the moment she told him what happened at the safe house, the battle was forgotten– rage and fear filled him. she could have been taken from him. he just got her back and already almost lost her.
tracing random patterns on her back, zach thought of how he was going to have to explain to her what happened out on the field. he hadn’t really got the chance the night before. she had freaked out after seeing the state he was in and HE freaked out after hearing about the vampire that had attacked the house. the panic was enough to make the pain go away long enough for the two to show their concern, love, and gratefulness at the other being okay.
he was sure she was aware of some of it. probably through dallas. but she would wish to know what happened through his end. he would tell her, but thinking about some of it was hard. his brothers had been hurt, carson! everan, brayan. abigail, a wolf he tried to look after from time to time was killed. quinn, quinn was hurt. and violet. he had been told that she was hurt as well. he didn’t know all the facts to everything. he had been busy himself. but these are just the few he knew about. carson being the hardest one. he failed his brother again. he was deep in thought, still absentmindedly tracing patterns on her back, he didn’t realise she was starting to wake up.
