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[theamberrosesibley]

Would you trade your soul for gold? || (Selfie)

Her shoes created the slighted tapping noises as they carried Amber through Valenmourn’s halls. Every so often, she’d look in on a therapy room and see police officers interrogating her fellow patients.

“We need answers..” “Forget it they don’t know anything.” “We could lock you up if we wanted to..” The small brunette shook in part anger and part fear, there was no way any of them knew what had gone wrong. Not even the Guard’s seemed to have a clue. “What are you doing out here all alone?” A voice from behind spoke up stirring Amber from her thoughts and she turned around. “I-I already answered the questions—so–I’m going to my room–sir.” She said quietly looking down at her battered sneakers.

“What’s your name?” The officer asked reaching to speak into a clipped on radio.

She wanted to lie to this officer for some reason, it seemed right in that moment to give him a false name. Amber then thought better of it, because lying to a cop would land her in a hell worse than Valenmourn. “Amber Rose Sibley.”

The officer spoke briefly into his radio, obviously checking to see if her story checked out. A smile formed on Amber’s pert rosy lips, because it would and she’d get to go.

“Come with me ma'am,” He said after a moment, gesturing a finger under his black shiny gloves.

Amber’s eyes went wide but confusion riddled and mingled over her face as well, “Why? I told you guys everything I know already, which was nothing.”

“Boss’ orders,” He came forward gesturing again and Amber stepped back denying his request fully. “Move your feet or I’ll have to use force, you weigh a total of what? Five pounds maybe? It’d be easy to throw you over my shoulder.”

“I weigh 68 pounds and I’m not going with you…I–I just want to go lie down.” She said urgently turning away and started to walk, because fear was setting in again.

In a moments notice the officer had ran forward and grabbed her from behind, nearly using a sleeper hold on the small girl, “Oh no you don’t, I got a job to do and it’s not over until everyone answers all questions and we have some new ones–won’t take long.” Instant panic, Amber didn’t like to be touched, by anyone-good intentions, or not she’d never get that basement out of her head. Of course the officer had a job to do, he wasn’t hurting her much, but the idea of being dragged triggered too many memories. Soon she could smell its must as the officer dragged her down the hall, all of the overhead fluorescent lights seemed to dim. Amber distinctly heard the rattle of a chain and looked at her legs, sure enough heavy metal slinked along the asylum floors. She started to kick the officer who only tightened his hold with a grunt and Amber defiantly squirmed as well making it that much harder to hold on.

“Look—everything is going to be fine, just calm down, it will only take a second.” He assured but his tone was the air of someone who was losing their patience and professionalism fast.

“No it’s not because I know what you’re up to–they said I was free to go.” Amber retorted, still thrashing about as the slowly went through the hall again.

Amber continued to kick him and soon her heel met family jewels, the officer did more than grunt this time, he wheezed, nearly dropping her. One strong arm clasped around her waist and the other her was at her throat.

“Listen you little bitch–” He started in her ear, his voice sounded strangled, but he never finished the statement, instead the officer was choking, gasping for air. Something warm had began to run down the back of Amber’s neck, like water in the shower. His grip released her and she shut her eyes landing on the floor. He continued to choke, while Amber shut her eyes for a moment, unsure what was happening but, there had to be something closing in on her next. She turned slowly and looked to the officer, he was bleeding from his jugular. The scene played before her eyes in a weird way. There was Amber crouched on the floor and to the original brunette’s horror there was her double standing over the officer with a small knife in one hand.

[jasonbhatia-blog]

The Beginning of Forever

Jason pulled his lighter back from the candle sitting on the coffee table and looked around to examine his handiwork. The cabin was covered in unscented candles and sprinkled with rose petals, reminiscent of their first date. Tonight was another big night, or Jason hoped it would be. Tonight was the beginning of the days he had taken off for John’s Heat Week, and it was also the night he intended to ask his boyfriend to become his mate.

They hadn’t been dating long, and had been living together for an even shorter period of time, but Jason simply knew. John was his future, and he wanted to be John’s in return. So he set everything up for the most romantic beginning possible to their week together. The kitchen was stocked with easy-to-make food and plenty of water. Every stitch of laundry was washed. The windows were locked. Everything was ready.

Jason lit the fireplace, completing the very last step in his preparations, when he heard the front door opening. “Welcome home, babe.” He called out with a smile as he turned to face John. The Alpha walked up to his boyfriend, brushing a hand through John’s soft hair before catching his lips in a loving kiss. 

@thenewjohndoe

[theomegaincharge]

Somebody To Love

Ryan had just completed one last walk through of the mansion. All of the rooms set aside for anyone who needed a place to stay were all set with enough food and water for a few days. Ryan’s dad was going to be a big help—since he didn’t go through heats anymore—by checking up on people and giving them any extra supplies they might need while Ryan was indisposed.

He’d come around the corner and was about ready to go to his room when he saw Jack, his Jack, entering the mansion. He was sure Jack probably had out taking care of his pack. Going up to his boyfriend, he wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Hello, handsome. Are you going my way?”

@circusbetajack

[vollmondrpg-blog]

There’s a heat running down every wolf’s spine and those instincts kick in...

           Mate...

                  Procreate...

     No matter who you are...

                                             Heat is upon you~

[vollmondrpg-blog]

Heat Week is going to take place from November 27th through December 3rd.

If you have any questions, feel free to drop them in the inbox.

[hunterbecominghunted]

Open Season

@thebetapill

At first Michael didn’t know what was happening, as the coldest of the gun was lifted from the back of his head. The naive notion of hope blossomed in his chest, that maybe somehow he had been pardon by the other man or have been given some form of mercy… But if life had taught him anything it was that things like being hopeful and mercy were to much of a rarity to even think of as a possibility… the sound of a pained voice and words that came from behind him, followed by unrecognizable swishing sound confirmed Michael’s belief as he turned his head slowly to see his second corpse of the night. Unable to stop the small choked whine that escaped his throat at the bloody visual of the man… dead with an arrow obscenely penetrating his chest cavity came into his full view. His eyes widening, his brain not wanting to comprehend the scene before him, never before had he been so over come with such mixture of horror and graduated… (expected for maybe once) in his life as he looked up at his savior, his expression just as haunted if not more so than his own… the beta’s stomach still twisted in a bitter knot.

“Did .. did you know them?” Michael felt it was a miss placed question as he thought he might have heard a name being called…with the added tears in the Omega’s eyes telling him something was ‘a miss’… but what were the chances of that? …Michael shook his head.

“I .. I guess so…thank you…” The beta answered finally getting his 'witts’ about him enough to express his gratitude, extending a shakey hand toward the Omega. His voice unrecognizable to his own ears. “I think …. ” he swallowed and tried again. “I think, it might be best if we get out of here…”

Did you know them?

Shuichi smiled sadly and looked down at the corpses with a thousand yard stare. That was an understatement, he’d grown up around men like these, idolized them, wanted to be one of them because maybe if he was more like them he would be strong enough to gain the approval of his father. But no, he’d gotten himself bitten on his very first hunt, and now then men that he knew were here. After him and any potential wolves he could have been friends with. As if he didn’t have enough of a problem fitting in among the people here. 

“I....yes. I knew them.” There was no reason to lie, him being an ex hunter wasn’t exactly a secret, this would all come back to him eventually. 

“But you’re right we shouldn’t stay out in the open for very long...do you have someplace that you could go, a place you could fortify? House, apartment, workplace?” 

[vollmondrpg-blog]

Coming Soon~

[blamelessandshameless]

Something Wicked (Sebastian)

@sebastians-perspective:

It was almost 3am and Sebastian had just finished the last episode of the series he was watching when he realized he had no cigarettes left. Instead of waiting till the morning, he decided he would go buy some. He knew the other store that would be open was the one near the Gentlemen’s Howl, so he started on his way there.

He heard a familiar voice yelling. He stopped and listened for a second, realizing who it was. He looked around to find him, turning a corner and looking in to the alley where he was. He quickly moved out of sight again, heart beating fast. He had heard rumors about hunters in town, but it all became very real when someone he knew was surrounded by them. He knew that were hunters by the way they stank of hatred and gunpowder.

He knew he couldn’t take 4 men on in his human form. He quickly took his clothes off until he was ass naked and closed his eyes until he had fully shifted, a process that was never enjoyable. Once changed, the true size of the Alpha was clear. He made his way in to the alley, first attacking the men with guns and flinging the rifles from their hands and against the wall. His attention then moved to the man holding Oli, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and flinging him up in the air.

He knew it was a bad idea to be doing this, especially shifted, but there was no other way to get Oli out without one of them being hurt badly. Once Oli was free, he made sure to cover the man, the hair on the back of his neck standing up as he growled aggressively at the men.

It all happened so quickly. One moment, there was the burn of silver stinging his jaw and an aching blow to his stomach. The next, there were screams that weren’t his own, and a giant Alpha was flinging the hunters to and fro like rag dolls. 

Oli slumped against the wall as he watched it happen, stunned for a moment during the fray. But his senses came back to him as the turned wolf stood before him, single-handedly fending off four men. Oli couldn’t let someone else get hurt because of him, and he acted on instinct as soon as his body let him.

The Omega reached for one of the guns that had been knocked from the hunter’s hands, picking it up and aiming at the hunters. His hands shook, but he fired nonetheless. His aim was poor, but he was grateful for it. He wasn’t a killer, in spite of everything else that he was.

The men began to run, and he clipped one in the arm and another in the knee, which caused them to panic and scurry away to tend their wounds. Oli threw the gun down and slid against the wall, down to the floor of the alley, as he looked at the giant wolf that had saved him. “Thank you...” He murmured softly.