Tara’s p.o.v. The animal on my lap seems content, but my legs are going numb under the weight of its head.As I try to wiggle out from under him, he softly grunts and whines, I don’t want to hurt him, but if I don’t get the blood in my legs flowing again, I might never walk again. Just as I manage to free one leg without waking up the gentle giant, a small car pulls up and in an instant the Dog is up on all 4’s, growling with it’s hackles raised, almost seeming protective of me. I scramble to my feet, the tingle of blood reaching my extremities again making it more difficult than it should be and place my hand comforting on top of the animals head, recognizing Linda’s bright orange AMC Gremlin, yet another relic this town seems to have an abundance of. As she steps out of her car and through the little gate her eyes are locked on my new friend, a silent understanding seemingly passing between them. “good morning Darlin’ Linda calls out. “who do we have here?” she asks while walkin

Tara’s P.o.v. What the actual hell? After all this time thinking of Linda like a mother, or a grandmother, a friend.. she goes and pulls something like this? There’s a reason I don’t talk about my past, and once again I’m proven right, you can’t trust anyone in this world. What kind of game does she think she’s playing? What can she possible gain from this? My father, I scoff, does she really believe I can be taken for a fool, just like that? The tall, slender man she introduced me to, although decently dressed, was obviously a bum, a drifter, a derelict! Other than the blonde waves that adorned his head, he looks nothing like the man in my mother’s faded photograph.After pacing up and down my kitchen a couple of million times and getting myself more worked up by the minute, I angrily step out of the house, I’m going to find Linda and tell her exactly what I think of her and demand she explains herself! But as soon as I step over the threshold, I nearly fall flat on my face. Stu

Tara’s p.o.v. Riding on the back of a wolf, who could ever imagine something like that? He’s fast and agile, his movements are the epitome of a well skilled hunter, a beast made to chase prey through any kind of terrain, which makes feeling his bones sticking through his skin all the more concerning. I knew he was too skinny, not just the wolf, but the man as well and it makes me wonder if maybe they’re sick.With my body practically glued to the animals back, I can feel each and every ripple of muscle, there is no doubt in my mind he is strong, so why are they that thin? He’s been running for what feels like hours when the realization hits me that I never offered him any food, not when I thought he was an injured dog, and not when he turned out to be the man who fathered me. Oh my god I’m an awful person!! I scold myself when we suddenly come to a stop. I let myself glide off his back and look around, I’m not sure where we are, or why, but it is beautiful here. The cold nose nudging

Christian’s P.o.v. FCK FCK FCK!!! I should have taken into account that it’s a full moon tonight, and not only that, midnight means my little girl will be twenty-seven years old.A full moon, on her birthday and what do I do? I take her to the damn origins well! The second I took her out of the cave I knew I messed up, the heavens clouded over and all hell broke loose. She’s been screaming for what feels like hours, it’s obvious her animal spirits are trying to force a shift. By the looks of it, all 3 of her spirits are fighting for dominance, she’s not fully shifting into anything, it’s hard to make out what’s what with the way she contorts and doesn’t hold a single shape. I’ve tried to mindlink Austin, he’s one of the few still running free in the territory, maybe he can use his family link to reach Linda, but all I get is static, almost like a radio that’s not on the frequency, just my luck!So far the storm has been a blessing in disguise, I haven’t detected a single Sullivan p

Tara’s P.o.v. I try to cover up as much as possible, with my arm across my chest and a hand covering my privates, I race towards my door, bursting through and stumble as fast as I can into the bedroom. Quickly throw on my fluffy pink robe and start rummaging through my chest of drawers for the biggest t-shirt I own for my father to wear.This changing into a completely different being is cool and all, but I really need to think of a way to cover up as soon as change back into little ol’me, walking around in my birthday suit isn’t exactly my thing. I hand the baby blue shirt to my father who’s standing awkwardly in the hallway with both hands covering his junk as I make my way towards the kitchen. “would you like some coffee?” I ask in passing, but don’t wait for an answer and just start making two cups. The last couple of oatmeal cookies will have to do for now, I’ll fix us some real breakfast later.Walking out of the kitchen I see he has taken up the same spot on the sofa again, so