A HAND ROSE up in the air , almost as if he was getting ready to dismiss her , but then he felt it . now he was more intrigued as ever to answer . ‘ what happens if the reason is not what you had hoped ? mine is probably survival . the other covens of my kind down take kindly to dark witches and i have to protect them as their leader . ’ lips pursed out slightly as he took a couple of steps closer . ‘ i wonder where they will fall on the spectrum . ’ he pointed over to her hand covering her stomach . ‘ that your reason ? ’
A SIMPLE WORD is uttered , “ -- how ? ‘ before she stops , & takes a pause to collect her confusion. ‘ actually , you know what --- it doesn’t matter . i learned a while ago to stop questioning witchy shit. ‘ for a moment , her breath catches in her throat . his movement towards her sending signals in her brain to RUN . danger . that somehow he knew who the father was & that he would harm the child growing inside of her . but at the same time something else told her to STAY , & she did . ‘ but , yeah . i guess it is now . & also survival for me too . it used to just be me , & now i’m responsible for a TON of people’s safety & now theirs. ‘
‘ yeah . there are a ton of really fucked up shitty people in the world , i’ve encountered more than my fair share . --- but i don’t really get that vibe from you . ’
A SHRUG ROLLS off indifferent shoulders , head turning slightly towards the other . ‘ i believe everything happens for a reason , & the challenge in life is to find that reason . ‘ a hand absentmindedly brushes against her stomach at the words, & she winces , face softening . ‘ ---- what’s yours ? ’
THERE’S A MOMENT of hesitation before she speaks , ‘ this is kind of a WEIRD question , but can i take your picture ? ‘ hands gesture to the bulky camera dangling from a strap around her neck . ‘ i swear i’m not a stalker or anything , it’s my job -- i get paid to capture beautiful things & you look kind of amazing in this lighting . ’
‘ HEY --- think you can keep up ? ’ a grin spreads , amusement twinkling behind chocolate pools . ‘ a scouting group found a weird camp a few miles away , i need some backup to help stake it out --- could be one of us , or them. ‘ there’s a hint of something in her words that make her stomach CHURN with anticipation . weeks had turned into months with no sign of their people that had gone missing , life had started to lull back into normalcy , but something inside her held on to the idea that they were still alive -- that HE was still alive . she’d give up her position in a heartbeat if it meant having their former alpha back , having him safe . he was the closest thing to a father figure she’d had since she was bitten . he couldn’t be dead . ‘ if he’s out there we have to find him. we owe him to at least look . ’
child of the moon⇀ alpha of the endling pack ⇀ 24 ⇀ lindsay morgan ⇀ penned by dakota
ғɪʀsᴛ / ʟᴀsᴛ ; isla dolores kade .
ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ ; 24 .
ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ; lindsay morgan .
ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs ; she / her .
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ; dark brunette , usually worn in a high ponytail .
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ; warm chocolate brown .
ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ; october 29th .
sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs; child of the moon .
ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ; endling pack ( alpha ) .
ᴢᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ ; scorpio .
→ FAVORITES !!
ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ; red .
sᴍᴇʟʟ ; crockpot after a long day , summer rain , burning wood on campfires .
ʙᴀɴᴅ ; elvis presley & johnny cash .
sᴏɴɢ ; the devil went down to georgia .
ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ; sunflower .
ғᴏᴏᴅ ; chili & sloppy joes .
ᴘᴀsᴛ | deep in the buyeo of louisiana a baby was brought into the world , kicking and screaming the entire way -- almost as if it were forshadowing the fighting spirit she would need to survive from that moment on . growing up as the only daughter in a latinx southern family wasn’t easy . her brothers constantly picked on her , stole her toys , pulled her hair , pushed her around --- but at the same time made her STRONGER . she loved her family endlessly , but inside her she held on to a longing for something better , something more . late on the night of her sixteenth birthday , she & her friends huddled around a bonfire in the woods near her house , taking turns telling ghost stories & talking about the current boys they were interested in . it would turn out to be a night she’d never forget , just not in the way she had hoped for .
it happened so fast -- a BLUR of fur & claws . she was left watching the coals slowly burn down , as the bloodied & torn bodies around her faded into the full moonlight . when she awoke , she was no longer near the swamps of her childhood home , but somewhere else far away surrounded by a bunch of strange faces & an overwhelming HUNGER . they explained to her what they were & what she had now become -- a CHILD OF THE MOON , also known as a werewolf . the change was uncontrollable on full moon nights & their actions had not been their own . the morning after they had come back to clean up their mess & hide the evidence , but to their surprise she had survived , like she always had .
it took her a few years to get the hang of her new found abilities , but once she did she quickly started to raise in rank & before she knew it she found herself as the beta . she never saw her family again , she didn’t want to risk hurting them -- or worse . there was a certain danger about her new life , she could never truly make a home for herself as they had to be constantly on the lookout for predators --- they were almost the last of their kind , a side effect of the vampires genocide of their species .
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ᴘresent | every time they went on a run for supplies or left the camp at all they knew there was a risk that they wouldn’t return . it still hit everyone rather hard when it passed the third day & one of the teams still hadn’t returned --- especially considering the ALPHA was one of them . people started to look towards her to tell them what to do & how to cope , & as days turned into weeks suddenly the position became permanent . they mourned their people , & kept going . yet the balance of power had still shifted & the atmosphere had tensed . there was a reason children of the moon didn’t normally move in packs --- no one wanted to be the lesser canine . & now with a new alpha , anyone could potentially challenge her position , which normally she wouldn’t care. she was a strong fighter & could take care of herself. however, she had a secret . she was WEAKENED -- pregnant , & she was the only one who knew about it. isla knew that if the others discovered her condition , she might not be able to protect herself & her baby . so she kept it quiet , telling no one about the child growing inside of her .
WANTED CONNECTIONS ;
best friends -- her ride or die , the person she can trust with almost anything . probably one of the only people she told about her pregnancy !
will they won’t they --- someone she has been talking to for a while, maybe a member of her pack . they have a ton of chemistry but there was always something holding them back from making things non platonic .
anything really ! i’m just terrible at wc’s lol . human friends , clients ( she’s a photographer ) , fwb , enemies , if anyone wanted to bring her family i’d say hell yeah !
i really really want a ‘u broke things off bc u said u didn’t love me anymore but the truth was that u loved me too much for u to handle but i was forced to move on and be with somebody else even if i never loved them like i loved u and now i’m about to ask my new partner to marry me but u finally admit what happened and i don’t think i can go thru with the engagement anymore but screw u for fucking w my head’ plot
I always loved ghosts. They fascinated me. Not the rattling chains and horror part of it, of course, but the mystery, the promise of secret knowledge, of seeing something that no one else was privy to. A secret world that gripped my imagination.
Jonathan Sims, “Bloody Mary [MAG154]”, for The Magnus Archives
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