I do not spew profanities.
I enunciate them clearly,
Like a fucking lady.
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There was no good reason someone should pay a visit to the Marroc. Correction there was no reason at all as to why someone would willingly visit the Marroc. Yet here they were, visiting the Marroc.
Like idiots.
Normally, Indian Skinwalkers had very little interaction with werewolves, there was so few of them left and far too many wolves. As Sunny knew it, Shape-Changing was rare, to begin with, add in white imperialism and vampires hunting them to protect themselves, walkers slowly died out. Only pure-blooded Indians could Shape Change and the werewolves, but they were not born with their abilities but felt the Call of the Moon instead.
Which was what Jacy and Sháńdíín Redfeather were. Part Hopi, part Navajo, all parts sass masters.
Mountain Lions were popular enough that she could blend nicely in when they went running back home. New York? Nah, those people have never seen an animal outside a zoo, let alone an apex predator hunting down 5th avenue. They were looking forward to running freely once again, even if it was for just a week. And on the Marroc’s land.
“I can’t believe I ever liked 2-B. She stands up when the plane lands.” Moony said, eyeing Hussie as she stood for no apparent reason. Sunny shifted in her unreasonably small plane seat so that she was in prime position to judge. And judge she did.
“I knew she was a bad egg, but I didn’t think she go this far.”
“This is why measles is back in New York,” Moony uttered, eyes squinted. Moony was so kind and nice, it was funny to see him get worked up like this. Or at least it was funny to Sunny, the other passengers? Not so much. When a predator is on edge everything can feel it, even the nose blind humans. Add in Moony’s large, broad, six foot six frame and its a recipe for disaster.
“Damn, spreading truth up in here, Mo.”
“Someone needs too. White people, I swear.”
It took seven minutes for the plane to fully unload, the twins never once stood to block the exit, they were taller than average and slumping like that was a no-no. Sunny was excited, Moony less so, she wanted to meet the Alpha of all Alphas. She wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
After the agonizing wait, seven more minutes, Sunny was finally free to stand. Then collapse as her poor legs decided to cop-out. Letting out a dignified squeal Sunny became well acquainted with the floor. Moony did nothing, just laughed at her.
“Stop being a dick!” She screeched, flipping her bangs out of her brown eyes.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“Exactly! Some gentleman you are.” Sunny groaned and sat up. Coming straight from a particularly grueling pointe rehearsal to sit on a plane for an hour and change was not the best idea in hindsight. A man in a blue button-down helped her up, blue eyes twinkling with mirth, damn Sunny wished her eyes twinkled.
“Thanks a bunch, sir!” Sunny chirped, flashing him grateful smile. Blue Eyes smiled back and stepped away to give her space. Sunny took in his appearance.
Blue Eyes had the appearance of a tall twenty-something man in excellent physical shape with light brown hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. His eyes were deeply set, he had a long nose and a wide mouth. His shoulders were broad and he towered over her, made her feel like an ant. Not many people towered over her, she was a smidge taller than average, at five foot eleven.
“No problem…” He trailed off, letting her stare at him, letting her senses him. His wolf growled at her strange scent, she was not a wolf, but another type of predator. Like his Violet.
“Sunny Redfeather, but my friends call me ‘oh it’s her’. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Blue Eyes laughed and shook his head, shaggy brown hair dusted his eyes.
“I’m Samuel Edevane, I don’t have any friends to give me nicknames.” Sunny frowned, taking his large hand in hers to shake.
“That’s sad. Alright, Samuel Edevane, I am your new friend and I am going to come up with a nickname for you if it kills me.” Sunny proclaimed. Moony sighed and both heads snapped to face him.
“It just might, all the smoke coming out of your ears from your brain overworking might give us all smoke poisoning. Jacy Redfeather, most folks call me Moony.” He drawled, shaking Blue Eyes’ hand, Sunny was sticking with the name. It was better than crummy ol’ Samuel.
“Why do you have to insult Barb like that, she never did anything to you.” Sunny whined.
“Exactly, Barb’s never done anything. Which is why we missed our entire sophomore year ‘cause Amá grounded us until that guy’s skin went back to normal.” Moony said, reaching around the others to pull down their carry-ons.
“He totally deserved to be stripped and painted blue. Who knew industrial house paint was that stubborn?” Sunny defined herself, pouting at Blue Eyes’ amused face.
“And then tied to a stop sign?” Moony asked, shoving her black backpack at her, the little charms she had pinned on it clinked together.
“Yes,” Sunny admitted simply, turning her back to her twin snooty like. Blue Eyes raised a brow at her.
“What on earth did that guy do?”
“Photoshopped my friend’s face on some naked girl’s body and went around school saying they bumped uglies.” She grounded out, it still pissed her off even today. “She had to leave the state.” After a failed suicide attempt.
“Nope, I take back all judgment, he deserved it.” Blue Eyes relented.
“See he gets it, why doesn’t Amá?” She whined, damn she was whining more than a desperate housewife.
“Uncle got it, hence why he gave us praise and then grounded us for life.”
“Yeah, he’s nice like that.” Sunny mused, a small smile on her glossy lips. She snapped back to attention and winked at Blue Eyes. “You got any stories, Blue Eyes?” She asked, trudging forward down the row, lifting her bag to cover her small chest so it wouldn’t snag on a seat.
“This girl I was raised with smeared peanut butter on my father’s very expensive sports car’s seat,” Samuel said, grabbing Sunny’s elbow to steady her when the person in front of her stopped suddenly and she stumbled.
“Damn, what he do to deserve that?” Moony asked from behind them, slightly miffed at the fact that Samuel was in front of him. He was a little frazzled about the killer were-beast hunting his sister. They were on the run, from a man who decided that Sunny was going to be his mate whether she liked it or not. Their uncle recommended them hiding in Stevensville, where the fearsome Marroc and Moor of Legend lived until the wild wolf could be put down.
“Told her to wear a dress.”
“Well, hells bells I’d do the same,” Sunny admitted, flashing her award-winning smile at the strangely attractive flight attendant by the plane door.
Bald was the new beautiful.
“The look on his face is one I’ll never forget.”
“Surely he could smell the peanut butter? How’d she cover it up?” Moony asked, ducking to fit through the door. Samuel raised his brow at the words, definitely not human. Humans didn’t think of smells like that. What had his father got him into now?
“Made him a sandwich and put it on the dash, he thought that’s where the smell was coming from,” Samuel explained.
“Oh, good one. Moons write that down in your diary, we can use that later.” Sunny chirped, eyes sparkling like burning umbers. Samuel liked her.
“I don’t have a diary.” Moony ground out, casting a glance at the woman at the gate. She smelled like a wolf. It had been bothering him, the smell stayed with them all throughout the flight.
He couldn’t pinpoint just who was admitting the pine and tree scent associated with werewolves, but it was there. Sunny wasn’t as good with her nose as he was, sight and emotion empathy were her skills. He was hoping it was just him projecting and it wasn’t one they were running from.
He had almost killed them when they had reached Dallas for the layover.
“I know, you have a ‘man pain journal.’ Still, write it down, John will never see it coming!” She fist pumped and spun on her toes, Samuel wondered if she was a dancer. He was here because his father ordered him to follow some siblings who ran into some trouble in Dallas. When he had arrived the wolf had fled the territory leaving three bloody waitresses in his wake. That was hard to explain to the police.
“Neither will we if this meeting doesn’t go right,” Moony grumbled and hefted his duffle bag over his shoulder so he could grab his sister’s. The things he did for that fool.
“Hey, now don’t be a Debbie Downer, that’s a white person’s game.” Sunny soothed, showing all thirty-two pearly whites. Samuel shook his head at her, he’d never met someone like her and he’d been alive for quite some time.
An Indian with bubble gum pink hair, now that’s a thought. He had the urge to show her off to his half- brother Charles. See if he’d get a kick out of it as he did. He’d see soon enough, they were going to the same place after all. The message with the pictures finally came through.
“Can’t you be serious for once?” Moony asked, glaring at her.
“Can’t you stand up straight for once? Why do you always slump?” She retorted, comically slumping for effect. Moony blushed and straightened, only to hunch over more when a mother shoved her child away from him. He could smell her fear and apprehension.
Moony knew he was scary, he was somewhat too tall for his build; were he a few inches shorter he would be all the more handsome for it. It was as if he stopped growing only to be stretched on one of those medieval racks a half-foot more. With his intense pure bread Native American facial features and gold piercings, he wasn’t surprised that folks ran from him.
“They're frightened of me when I stand too tall.” He mumbled, shyly. Sunny scoffed and nudged his impressive six-pack with her elbow.
“Let them, it’s not our fault they are frightened of melanin.” She quipped, glaring at the mother. The damned fool didn’t know scary, she’d show her scary.
“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make it easier on them.” He mumbled, nervously pulling on his long hair, he was not his twin, he did not flourish in crowds.
“Uterus up, Moons! Live a little, express yourself and whatnot!” She flushed, spinning around with her arms wide. Moony shushed her, but she continued. “The world is your oyster so crack it open and suck down that weird snot thing people think is a sexual stimulant!” Samuel couldn’t hide it anymore, his laugh burst out and took over the room.
“Oh dear god! I want to keep you.” He said, flashing her a grin.
“Go ahead, she’s worth two goats and an anemic ferret.” Moony sighed and slapped a large palm over his face. Sunny stopped to glare at him.
“Excuse you, mister. I am worth at least one cow and a pig. Thank you very much.” Sunny huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’ll give you twice that,” Samuel said, smirking at her bewildered face.
“Sir, I am sorry if I gave you that impression, but I am not searching for a life partner at this time.” Sunny seemed to deflate under his gaze as if she was trying to change something about herself she didn’t like. He’d seen that in himself all too often. He wondered to himself if it was her kind and happy nature that had attracted her trouble. Sometimes the old wolves had trouble adjusting to the changing times and sought mates out in the tradition of the time they were born. It wasn't always fun for the modern gal.
“Sun, I am happily married to a wonderful woman I waited a long time for, I only meant that you’d keep her entertained while I was at work. Like a pet goldfish.” He spoke softly, to appease her, the guarded look vanished and her happy smile was back, albeit a little forced.
“Goldfish? It’s because I’m brown isn’t it?”
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