#hunter brackenwolf

[clearbrookconfessions]

Who do you want to see get together next? Besides Isaac and Savannah and Huntella. (They're old news.)

Old, maybe, but they’re the only classics I’ll never get tired of. And if you really want me to cast my coveted vote on who should hook up soon, I’m thinking, Lukas Asch, Marcus Caulfield, me and a hot tub. Now that’s something I could get behind. Gerard should feel free to join us, if Thais doesn’t mind. We can all do it while she’s at daycare. 

[lorelei-pearson]

over the river and- shit, we’re lost!

So far the camping trip had been rather...awkward. She wasn’t disappointed with her choice in tent mate, after all, she and Hunter got along well enough. It was just...well they never knew what to say. And Lorelei always felt intimidated by him. Like if she said the wrong thing he’d just write her off. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try and have fun. In fact, while assembling the tent, the two had managed to make so sort of small talk. It was mostly about plans after Clearbrook, but it was still conversation.

But then they heard it - a scream echoed from the distance.

“Wha-?” Lorelei began. But she soon saw a girl stumbling from their area of the campsite. Her face was white as a sheet, like the living day had been scared out of her. “M-My friend, he’s still out there.” The girl didn’t say much more as she fell back against a tree from pure exhaustion and closed her eyes a bit. Meanwhile, she and Hunter just exchanged looks. With just a short nod, Lorelei began to take off into the woods listening for something.

Another scream echoed through the woods and the werewolf picked up her speed again. “Where are you? We’re coming to help!” she shouted before she heard another sound in the trees. They weren’t alone out here.

[clearbrookconfessions]

Hunter and Sybella need to get together already!

Yeah. I’ve been saying that for months now, dude. You’re preaching to the choir. 

[clearbrookconfessions]

Any ideas on what's going on with Huntella?

Honestly? Not a clue ‘nonners. They seem to be on good terms for the moment, spotted making some sweet exchanges. But whether or not they’re official yet? You’ll be the first to hear it from me!

[clearbrookconfessions]

Agnes and Andrew might seem to be hitting it off right now, but I don't think he's right for her. Plus, Andrew says he's drunk, but I think he's faking it to get in her pants. Werewolves can't get drunk.

But then again, who’s right for anybody? She’s hot, he’s hot and they’re both single. If Agnes isn’t going to hit that, I sure will. News flash: Werewolves can get drunk. That’s right, werewolves aren’t free from intoxication or the hangover that follows. Have we all forgotten Hunter Brackenwolf's happy hours? So, Mr. Thomas may not be faking it after all. Or, is he?

[clearbrookconfessions]

If you had to pick one person from Clearbrook to be your bodyguard through the most dangerous place on earth, who would you pick?

Hmmm, interesting question! The obvious choices would be; Christina Laurent, Hunter Brackenwolf, Isaac Thayer, Eduardo Castillo, Robb Storm or even sparky Allison Watts to guide me out of harm’s way. Although, I’d pick a trickster to be my bodyguard hands down. Who wouldn’t want a reality-warping demi-god on their side? Amara Deschamps, Felix Specter Jr — I’m looking at you.

[lorelei-pearson]

Another Love - Tom Odell

AU >> Hunter/Lorelei

I wanna cry and I wanna loveBut all my tears have been used up

The sun began to set as Lorelei took a seat on her bed. Their bed. A place where Hunter and Lori spent many nights, talking among other things. No one would have guessed for the two of them to become a thing. On paper it didn’t work out, but neither of them believed in cliches anyways. It all started after the girl had gone through a particularly bad day. Somehow, he comforted her. And their relationship budded from there. First it was just a friendship, but then it turned into dating, and here they were, nearly a year into it.

"I just don’t understand why you can’t trust me," the alpha huffed out, crossing his arms over his chest. They had gotten into another argument, with her trust issues at the heart of it. A hand went through her light brown hair as she let out a heavy sigh, not bothering to look over at him. Instead her gaze fell on a box of cigarettes, considering the option of just going outside and relaxing, dealing with this another day.

"Let’s just talk about this later okay?"

"Don’t be a coward, we’re going to talk about it now," he demanded. "I’ve trusted you - something I’ve never done before, so I don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to do.”

Anger rose in the girl. She scoffed at his words and rose to her feet, facing him now. “Because I’m so much like you, huh? You’ve never been in love before. You’ve never experienced the pain of having someone you opened up to betray you.”

"Oh really? I haven’t?"

Lori was taken aback at the words, but she stood her ground. “No. You haven’t had someone tear your heart out of your chest and tear it to shreds-”

"really? Because that’s what this feels like. The fact that you can’t even trust me after I’ve given so much to you hurts like fucking hell." The words surprised her, but more than anything it was the look he gave her. It was a mixture of anger and sadness, the ghost of a tear in his eyes.

What had she done? For several moments, she was dead silent. And Hunter filled it with a bitter laughter, “see even now, you just can’t even express to me how you’re feeling.” With that he started grabbing some things.

"What are you doing?" she hastily asked, though she already knew.

"I’m leaving. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t put up with your trust issues. I’m better by myself anyways. It hurts less." That being said he grabbed a few more things and headed for the door - lingering for a moment, waiting for her to say something. But she remained where she was completely silent.

And with that, he was gone.

But he was right, it was easier to be alone, no one could hurt you. The girl collapsed onto the bed staring out the window at the grey sky. She had expected tears to roll down her face, but none came. All of those tears had been used up. All of those times she had been hurt before had left her scarred and bitter. And now, she had gone and done the same thing to someone else. All because of another love.