What is this Witchery?

Thyra:

What an entertaining flight!

Apparently, Sir Max Silvermoon has taken Peyton into custody awaiting the capture of Bain, so that the Council can decide their punishments together, and Titan has some kind of personal vendetta against the Lycan Royals, mainly Queen Mei. Prompting the shotgun decision to visit the Lycan King, so that daddy dearest and his narcissistic lap dog can obtain information on their targets.

What a marvelous family drama. Not!

“Take the next left.” Myles instructed his driver, hiding under the backseat as the Ford Explorer turned off the concrete roadway onto a bumpy dirt road, tucking further into the shadowy cover of the seat as he blindly reached back into his small duffle I had hidden in. Quickly making my escape into the shadowy cover of the SUV once we had landed and departed from the private airstrip outside of N’Orleans.

Titan was instructed to stay back with the plane, because it wasn’t time for his “Grand Entrance”, as he called it on the flight down. Myles was on a mission to retrieve Peyton from the Demon Wolf Clan so that they could regroup and attack at a later time, but something smelled fishy in this whole scheme.

My nose twitching excitedly with the warm swampy air, filling the SUV as the driver slowed to a stop, rolling down his window to address the muscular guard at the heavily armed gate.

“State your business.” His timbered voice filled the humid air as Myles leaned over, flashing his U.S. Marshall’s badge, and that sickening smirk making every hair stand-on-end with the dark shiver rolling down my spine.

“U.S. Marshall Ursa. I’m here to speak with King Rockwell about a prisoner.” Myles stayed poised as the guard stepped back slightly, his dark green eyes glazing over as he linked the request, quickly nodding his head as the SUV slowly lurched forward.

“Follow this road to the main house, park in the Blue Zone.” The guard replied as the SUV pulled away, while the driver rolled his window back up with the mildly-humid air clinging to my frizzed fur. Peeking out enough to witness the swampy oaks, swaying against the invisible breeze as the SUV vibrated along the dirt road.
Sniffing the strange refreshing air, feeling my whiskers tremble under the intense power lingering in the air as the SUV pulled to a crunching stop. Slipping out from under the seat as the driver opened his door, staying close to the door frame as he went to step out of the vehicle.

“Wait here.” Myles spoke coldly, opening his door as the driver nodded to his request, pulling in his extended leg as the door closed swiftly over my fur, jumping out of the way onto the gravel drive below.

OUF! Scurrying quickly along the row of cars as Myles walked swiftly along the stone-paved walkway, nodding casually towards the tall, inked beast that stood outside of the main entrance dressed in dark gray slacks, black button-up with the top two buttons undone. The thin materials, failing at hiding the rippling muscles underneath with the slight indents of nipple piercings perking my curiosity.

Jesus Lord! What do they feed them?

“Marshall Ursa, pleasure to meet you.” His deep, husky voice echoed with a muffled tone over the gravel, halting my hasty approach as a strange surge of panic rolled over my tiny body. Tucking behind the tire of an AUDI sedan, waiting for them to turn around before making a mad dash over into the well-groomed hydrangeas along the walkway. Smelling in their sweetness as the thick cover of colors, shielded my presence from prying eyes.

Examining the impressive stone-faced house, looking for a way in as rushed foot falls approached my position, quickly ducking further into the bush with a trembling squeak. Hearing children giggle in excitement.

My nose crinkling as their sweet innocence filled my senses with a heart tugging sadness, remembering Peyton smelling exactly the same as little hands scooped me up in shock.

Oh no! They found me.

“Looky! A pwet!” A sweet little voice called out in excitement as my body jolted and shook with his rushed footsteps. Squeaking wildly with the thudding summersault of my heart as it hammered angrily against my ribcage, pressed tightly to the little bundle of energy’s chest.

“Lemme see, Akai!” A little girl squealed happily as a heavy door clicked open with their rushed little feet, pattering rapidly through the grand entryway, down a long hallway before stopping outside of a massive office.

Shrinking back against the heavy aura of power radiating from the grand room.

Squeaking out in shock as they rushed into the grand room of rich wood, maybe mahogany with a grand wall of windows overlooking a lush and active lawn casting a warming glow across the deep brown leathers and masculine color palettes scattered neatly throughout the room.

“Daddy, looky what I fwound!” The little boy, thrust my panicked body up towards the same inked beast of a man as his by-colored eyes, studied me closely before smiling brightly at the giggling children.

“Akai, how many times have we told you not to bring home “pets”, more specifically, your mother.” His light laughter had me smiling silently as another beast of a man approached, peering down at my trembling body as the little boy tucked me close to his chest, petting my head softly. Calmly exhaling a soft squeak of surprise against his gentle touch as both men shared a silent conversation, before smiling with nods.

“Go find Uncle Eli, he can help with a cage.” The inked man patted his head motioning for them to leave, catching a glimpse of Myles smirking as the office doors closed with a solid clicking thud, everything blurring into shadows as the children ran through the house laughing excitedly.

Shit! I need to get back to that office.

Paying attention to the sharp turns and doors along the hallways as the children slid to a stop, pounding on another set of doors as another beast of a man with piercing green eyes, opened the door motioning for the children to enter.

JESUS! My poor heart can’t handle all of this.

“Your dads’ say you have a new friend.” His cheery tone made me relax enough to realize I was in another office with two little girls coloring happily by a large cherry desk. Noticing the ornate vent grate behind the desk, sizing up the largest hole for escape as the giggling boys sat me down on the plush navy carpeted floor, trapping me in with their legs pressed firmly at the feet.

“What ya goin to name it?” One of the boys reached out to pet my head, but the other boy, his twin maybe, scooped me up quickly, squeezing my tiny body tightly to his chest. Jolted and shaken as they slapped each other’s hands away, squeaking, whimpering out as my tiny bones creaked and cracked under the pressure before large, warm hands scooped me from the child’s protesting hands.

“Easy, boys. She’s tiny and frail, and you’ll hurt her. She is a “she”, right?” Flipped over to my back as the blinding sunlight, shocked my body into fight mode, squeaking, snapping at his fingers as my whiskers twitched and flicked in panic.

Thrusting my tiny legs around as his strong, but gentle fingers adjusted around my belly, humiliated as his green eyes studied my lady parts before flipping me back over to my queasy stomach, gently stroked along the neck to soothe my squeaking cries.

“Yep! What shall we name this little girl?” Squeaking out in annoyance at my situation as the boys hovered around the desk, staring at a black barred cage complete with a fucking running wheel.

Are you fucking serious? Not in a million years… sorry kiddos.

Snapping my head around, sinking my teeth into his muscular thumb as my body flung through the air with a growling grunt from the man, landing on the floor in a whip-lashed haze as the children rushed after me. Quickly scurrying into the grate, slipping away as little fingers reached through the holes, crying out in frustration as my little legs ran as fast they could ducking around the corner.

Pressing my trembling body against the cool metal like a cartoon mouse, hiding from the house cat waiting for the right moment to escape.

“Shit, sorry boys. She was a feisty little thing. I think you scared her.” His chuckling voice echoed along the smooth metal venting as he consoled their whimpering cries, sighing heavily as my little heart slowed to a manageable pace before following the distinct aroma of “Douche bag”.

Cautiously scanning the venting shafts as Myles’ stench rolled through the air-conditioned shafts, smelling another scent approaching the vent grate leading into the hallway as a strange sensation tickled along my furry body.

“Blue anemone. I haven’t smelt that since I was little boy.” A husky voice echoed darkly around my trembling body, twitching and flicking my whiskers at the refreshing scent of Norway spruce and cranberries as a mountain of muscle kneeled in front of the grate. Frozen in place as the heavy cast-iron, squeaked open to the warmest pools of honey-green staring back into my tiny black orbs.

“Well, hello little thing.” His gentle smile melted my tiny paws in place as his large, tanned hands reached in slowly, gently scooping up my petrified body as his heavenly scent enveloped my senses into submission. Shrinking down into his warm palms as he stood slowly, cupping me firmly, but gently to his chiseled chest with a few slow strokes along my trembling jaw.

What is this Witchery?