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Today’s 10 minutes of writing. It ended up being more like 40 minutes, but that’s what I hope happens going forward—get me into writing more and more.
Again, I just type away for 10 minutes (or 40-ish in this case).
“Who said you could do that?” The voice was all too familiar and the superior tone gnawed at Lizzy’s nerves.
Glancing over her shoulder, Lizzy’s silver eyes flashed yellow briefly before returning to their normal color; the wolf inside her was just as annoyed. “None of your damn business?” Her own tone held an edge, and if James was smart, he’d back off.
A smirk twitched James’ lips before they moved to speak again; seriously, some people never learn. “I’m making it my business Elizabeth.” He knew the name drove her nuts—only her mother was allowed to use it.
A growl began low in her esophagus and came out almost feral by the time it escaped her mouth. “Are you seriously in the mood for an ass whoopin? Shouldn’t you be off fornicating with every female in the pack?” If someone had walked in at that moment, and hadn’t known their relationship, they would have thought her jealous—she was far from it.
A real smile finally graced his lips, and it made him look almost normal, and not the asshole she knew. “Been there, done that.” He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. “And the only time you could whoop my ass is in your dreams.”
Lizzy finally put down the rifle she was using for target practice, before she actually shot him with it, and turned fully to face him. “So, I was dreaming two weeks ago when I pummeled you into the dirt?” Now it was her turn to smirk, hands coming to rest on her hips in a defiant way.
“Um, that wasn’t dirt. It was mud, and you got lucky that day… I’d been out all night consorting with a lovely Michele.” A glint touched his eyes, and he began to walk toward her, while Lizzy rolled her eyes.
Lizzy kept her stance, and didn’t move, even when he invaded her personal space. She could feel his breath on her lips as he looked down into her eyes. She arched an eyebrow, “I know you think you’re charming, but that crap doesn’t work on me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to practice. Unless, of course, you want to test my abilities and stand out there with an apple on your head.” Smiling, she tipped her head to the side and added, “now that sounds like a useful thing for you to do.”
James licked his lips and looked as if he were going to steal a kiss, but he simply turned around and began to walk back down the path away from the shooting range.
Releasing a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she was holding, Lizzy returned to her rifle. After an hour of missing horrendously, she gave up and put away her rifle.
There was a cool breeze blowing today, which she’ll blame for her lack of aim. She loved this time of year; the trees were changing color and there were bright reds, yellows and oranges all around her. The sweet smell of dead leaves filled the year, surrounded by the sweeter smell of food being cooked outdoors by other pack members. There was a sense of calm about Autumn, that always filled Lizzy with a wonderful feeling.
The fact that the pack lived surrounded completely by nature also made her love being outdoors. There wasn’t a human for miles on end, and the nearest hub of civilization wasn’t for another hour of driving. It could suck when they needed supplies, but a once a month stop at the town usually covered them—and the stores loved their business during that time of month.
The pack owned over 800 acres of land, which made it quite spacious for the current 100 or so pack members. Some grew and moved off the land, but many chose to stay with the pack. There were benefits to remaining—like protection.
A lot of families lived on pack land, but Lizzy was warrior; or at least trying to be one. Her mother didn’t much approve of her choice, but it was her choice. Her father had been a warrior and Lizzy had always appealed to it.
“Hey!” The voice startled her out of her reverie, but this one she welcomed. Looking around, she finally caught the source of the voice sitting up on a boulder.
Michael had long hair that traveled well below his shoulders—funny how that was always the first thing she noticed about him; then it was his eyes, which were a deep gold color, even in human form. A smile touched her lips and she loped quickly over to him.
“Hey yourself.” Climbing up the side of the boulder, she took his hand when he offered it and was easily pulled up the other half way. Satiating beside him, her knee touched his and a tingle immediately rushed up her spine; just friends, she reminded herself.
His smile was infections and touched his eyes. His perfect teeth shone white as if he never drank the buckets of coffee he did drink. “What are you doing out here? Aren’t you supposed to be in the meeting?”
Lizzy stared outward. They were sitting at a perfect vantage point; below she could see the barracks where they ate, worked out and had their gatherings with their Alpha. Right now, all the warriors were having a big meeting about the latest trespassing issues.
Apparently, kids from the Kelven Pack were coming into their territory and killing their wildlife, something the Mercinial Pack didn’t allow. There would need to be stricter patrols around the borders, and their Alpha would need to speak with the Kelven Alpha; all kinds of werewolf drama.
Lizzy turned back to him and shrugged, “I’m not a warrior,” then added with a smile, “yet.”
Michael’s laugh made her heart ache with desire, but she pushed it aside and laughed along with him. “I like determination in a girl. Is that why you were arguing with James?”
An annoyed look crossed her features. “Ugh, don’t mention his name.” Looking back out over the forest, she played with the hem of her shirt a bit. “He’s always trying to make me mad, I don’t get it. He knows I can’t stand him but it’s like he purposely seeks me out, just to get his daily dose of amusement at my expense.” Peeking up at Michael, she smiled devilishly, “can I shoot him next time?”
Another laugh and a pat to her leg, causing that foolish heart of hers to skip a beat; she hoped he hadn’t noticed. “Only if you aim for his foot, at least that he can heel in one or two shifts.”
He was looking out over the forest too, and Lizzy could feel a new peace settling over her. It was these small moments that she treasured; if she couldn’t have more, she’d at least hold onto these.
After a moment of silence, he turned to look at her. “You know he only teases you because deep down he’s mad.”
Lizzy looked up confused. “Mad about what? That I keep beating his ass in our sparring matches?” A look of pure satisfaction graced her face.
Chuckling, Michael shook his head. “Maybe a little.” Jabbing her with his elbow, he sighed. “Don’t tell me you don’t see it? The guy is totally in love with you and you’re the only girl who won’t give him the time of day.”
Lizzy looked truly shocked. “What the hell are you talking about? He’s a total douche.”
Michael shrugged, “yeah, he can be an ass sometimes, but that’s just his way of coping with your complete lack of interest.”
Lizzy was quiet for a moment, but the truth was way too awkward to deal with right now. “Whatever, I think you’re pulling my leg.” Shaking her head free of those thoughts, she changed the topic. “How are things with Abigail?” Lizzy hated talking about his relationships, but she would always be his friend, so she prepared herself mentally and emotionally for all the forthcoming mushy stuff.
Michael sighed; the kind of sigh that gave her both hope and worry. It sucked being in love with someone who didn’t love you back. “She’s on one of her ‘I need a break’ kicks.” He used his fingers to quote the phrase them dropped his hands behind him to lean back, giving her a nice view of his long body.
Mentally slapping herself, she took a moment to control her voice and not sound too excited. “You know us girls; we’re all over the place with our emotions. She’ll come around, she always does.” Sadly.
Chuckling, he leaned his head back and stared up at the sky. “I don’t know if I want her to come back.”
Another skip of her heart and she cursed herself for being so stupid. Clearing her throat, she slowly stood up and smiled down at him. “Well, I hope it all works out. I really need to get to the training room.” As she began to climb down the boulder, she felt him moving behind her. “If I ever want to become that warrior, I need a lot of work.”
Jumping the rest of the way to the ground, she let out a puff of air and looked back up at him. Michael stared down at her with a look she didn’t really recognize. “You’ll do great, Lizzy … you know it.” His tone was soft as if he was already off into his own thoughts; probably of Abigail.
Waving, Lizzy tried not to run away as she headed toward the barracks at the bottom of the hill. She seriously had to find a way to get over Michael; if she made it into the pack’s warrior division, he’d be her superior and that always spelled trouble.
Again, I just type away for 10 minutes (or 40-ish in this case).
“Who said you could do that?” The voice was all too familiar and the superior tone gnawed at Lizzy’s nerves.
Glancing over her shoulder, Lizzy’s silver eyes flashed yellow briefly before returning to their normal color; the wolf inside her was just as annoyed. “None of your damn business?” Her own tone held an edge, and if James was smart, he’d back off.
A smirk twitched James’ lips before they moved to speak again; seriously, some people never learn. “I’m making it my business Elizabeth.” He knew the name drove her nuts—only her mother was allowed to use it.
A growl began low in her esophagus and came out almost feral by the time it escaped her mouth. “Are you seriously in the mood for an ass whoopin? Shouldn’t you be off fornicating with every female in the pack?” If someone had walked in at that moment, and hadn’t known their relationship, they would have thought her jealous—she was far from it.
A real smile finally graced his lips, and it made him look almost normal, and not the asshole she knew. “Been there, done that.” He shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. “And the only time you could whoop my ass is in your dreams.”
Lizzy finally put down the rifle she was using for target practice, before she actually shot him with it, and turned fully to face him. “So, I was dreaming two weeks ago when I pummeled you into the dirt?” Now it was her turn to smirk, hands coming to rest on her hips in a defiant way.
“Um, that wasn’t dirt. It was mud, and you got lucky that day… I’d been out all night consorting with a lovely Michele.” A glint touched his eyes, and he began to walk toward her, while Lizzy rolled her eyes.
Lizzy kept her stance, and didn’t move, even when he invaded her personal space. She could feel his breath on her lips as he looked down into her eyes. She arched an eyebrow, “I know you think you’re charming, but that crap doesn’t work on me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to practice. Unless, of course, you want to test my abilities and stand out there with an apple on your head.” Smiling, she tipped her head to the side and added, “now that sounds like a useful thing for you to do.”
James licked his lips and looked as if he were going to steal a kiss, but he simply turned around and began to walk back down the path away from the shooting range.
Releasing a sigh of relief she hadn’t realized she was holding, Lizzy returned to her rifle. After an hour of missing horrendously, she gave up and put away her rifle.
There was a cool breeze blowing today, which she’ll blame for her lack of aim. She loved this time of year; the trees were changing color and there were bright reds, yellows and oranges all around her. The sweet smell of dead leaves filled the year, surrounded by the sweeter smell of food being cooked outdoors by other pack members. There was a sense of calm about Autumn, that always filled Lizzy with a wonderful feeling.
The fact that the pack lived surrounded completely by nature also made her love being outdoors. There wasn’t a human for miles on end, and the nearest hub of civilization wasn’t for another hour of driving. It could suck when they needed supplies, but a once a month stop at the town usually covered them—and the stores loved their business during that time of month.
The pack owned over 800 acres of land, which made it quite spacious for the current 100 or so pack members. Some grew and moved off the land, but many chose to stay with the pack. There were benefits to remaining—like protection.
A lot of families lived on pack land, but Lizzy was warrior; or at least trying to be one. Her mother didn’t much approve of her choice, but it was her choice. Her father had been a warrior and Lizzy had always appealed to it.
“Hey!” The voice startled her out of her reverie, but this one she welcomed. Looking around, she finally caught the source of the voice sitting up on a boulder.
Michael had long hair that traveled well below his shoulders—funny how that was always the first thing she noticed about him; then it was his eyes, which were a deep gold color, even in human form. A smile touched her lips and she loped quickly over to him.
“Hey yourself.” Climbing up the side of the boulder, she took his hand when he offered it and was easily pulled up the other half way. Satiating beside him, her knee touched his and a tingle immediately rushed up her spine; just friends, she reminded herself.
His smile was infections and touched his eyes. His perfect teeth shone white as if he never drank the buckets of coffee he did drink. “What are you doing out here? Aren’t you supposed to be in the meeting?”
Lizzy stared outward. They were sitting at a perfect vantage point; below she could see the barracks where they ate, worked out and had their gatherings with their Alpha. Right now, all the warriors were having a big meeting about the latest trespassing issues.
Apparently, kids from the Kelven Pack were coming into their territory and killing their wildlife, something the Mercinial Pack didn’t allow. There would need to be stricter patrols around the borders, and their Alpha would need to speak with the Kelven Alpha; all kinds of werewolf drama.
Lizzy turned back to him and shrugged, “I’m not a warrior,” then added with a smile, “yet.”
Michael’s laugh made her heart ache with desire, but she pushed it aside and laughed along with him. “I like determination in a girl. Is that why you were arguing with James?”
An annoyed look crossed her features. “Ugh, don’t mention his name.” Looking back out over the forest, she played with the hem of her shirt a bit. “He’s always trying to make me mad, I don’t get it. He knows I can’t stand him but it’s like he purposely seeks me out, just to get his daily dose of amusement at my expense.” Peeking up at Michael, she smiled devilishly, “can I shoot him next time?”
Another laugh and a pat to her leg, causing that foolish heart of hers to skip a beat; she hoped he hadn’t noticed. “Only if you aim for his foot, at least that he can heel in one or two shifts.”
He was looking out over the forest too, and Lizzy could feel a new peace settling over her. It was these small moments that she treasured; if she couldn’t have more, she’d at least hold onto these.
After a moment of silence, he turned to look at her. “You know he only teases you because deep down he’s mad.”
Lizzy looked up confused. “Mad about what? That I keep beating his ass in our sparring matches?” A look of pure satisfaction graced her face.
Chuckling, Michael shook his head. “Maybe a little.” Jabbing her with his elbow, he sighed. “Don’t tell me you don’t see it? The guy is totally in love with you and you’re the only girl who won’t give him the time of day.”
Lizzy looked truly shocked. “What the hell are you talking about? He’s a total douche.”
Michael shrugged, “yeah, he can be an ass sometimes, but that’s just his way of coping with your complete lack of interest.”
Lizzy was quiet for a moment, but the truth was way too awkward to deal with right now. “Whatever, I think you’re pulling my leg.” Shaking her head free of those thoughts, she changed the topic. “How are things with Abigail?” Lizzy hated talking about his relationships, but she would always be his friend, so she prepared herself mentally and emotionally for all the forthcoming mushy stuff.
Michael sighed; the kind of sigh that gave her both hope and worry. It sucked being in love with someone who didn’t love you back. “She’s on one of her ‘I need a break’ kicks.” He used his fingers to quote the phrase them dropped his hands behind him to lean back, giving her a nice view of his long body.
Mentally slapping herself, she took a moment to control her voice and not sound too excited. “You know us girls; we’re all over the place with our emotions. She’ll come around, she always does.” Sadly.
Chuckling, he leaned his head back and stared up at the sky. “I don’t know if I want her to come back.”
Another skip of her heart and she cursed herself for being so stupid. Clearing her throat, she slowly stood up and smiled down at him. “Well, I hope it all works out. I really need to get to the training room.” As she began to climb down the boulder, she felt him moving behind her. “If I ever want to become that warrior, I need a lot of work.”
Jumping the rest of the way to the ground, she let out a puff of air and looked back up at him. Michael stared down at her with a look she didn’t really recognize. “You’ll do great, Lizzy … you know it.” His tone was soft as if he was already off into his own thoughts; probably of Abigail.
Waving, Lizzy tried not to run away as she headed toward the barracks at the bottom of the hill. She seriously had to find a way to get over Michael; if she made it into the pack’s warrior division, he’d be her superior and that always spelled trouble.
