lycanthrope

of place and everything present out of necessity. It was a functional space,

was c

slowly hobbled down the steps. She winced everytime her ankle came in

lip glowed with sweat. She licked at it nervously

rring a pot of something thick, something rich. Her nose wrinkled

n coo

arp knife set beside them. His posture was relaxed and she watched as he reached for the board of veget

n't you

The thought irked her, made her heart pound hard and flat in her chest because she

eople thou

her mind's corner, distinct and disappearing

murmured moving across the flo

round and sm

p on each end. Grasping the head of her chair, her eyes flicked to his back once more then dragged it back. Th

wet hair still sticking to the nape of her neck before pl

er thighs beneath the table and fidgeted w

e again, fingers gliding along the rim

ip of yourself, he's n

e

gid with the smile she tried conjuring to

f st

azing hers like a brush of a cold feather tip g

he watched him cut a thick slice of buttered bread as we

u drin

watching the bright carrots bob and sink in the thick mat

ollowed was abrupt

at him out of habit, perhaps drawn even, only to see

ugh

e a cold bucket of wate

ner with a colleague... we got drunk... and

r lies were slowly

led– becau

urve of his hard mouth just as he turned away smoothly to pour

into her mouth, tenderising the flesh. The heat scorched her tongue and the roof of her mouth, but Mykah

ont

noticed it. He couldn't have.

ewed it while staring hard at her p

smile? Sharp enough to c

nly to realize that Ezekiel was placing a glass of ice cold w

g-h

wn smoothly, "The s

it gently while his eyes were still locked onto he

s, and tether herself back to reality. She ate slowly this time, blowin

ly meeting her own gaze which helped in some off way. Towards the end of the meal onl

teeth. Her eyes fell on his mouth just at the rim of the glass and met his li

him then away because

ink I can head to t

ncy of her situation. Her spoon clattered into the empty bowl an

uld you

morrow it would seem like she wanted to run away, and for good reason, the man was not a ma

ir ground to tread on. Driving with a broken ankle w

arts of his features and she swore she saw a glint of gold in

an approval

poke, it was

fear me,

e, and her mouth which was parted with a ready

ha

u fear

tem of the glass on the table.

roat. "What? Why do you say that?" Another chuckle. A timid flapping of her good hand as she s

cock that reminded her of a bird. "Gra

beneath the table, Mykah continued. "I doubt a lycan– man.. A man would consider nursing me back to hea

ain. Her chee

ful and I hope to maybe one day send you a postcard or gift." On

lips felt maddening. It made her blood pump. It made her want to take anothe

t be a

m n

idly and gathered their empty

nversation. He washed in silence, and she considered helping but realized it was futile given her current state.

a nice h

lized that she had repeated

r from Da

zekiel reached for a towel and turned, leaning back on t

denly intrigued by the wooden figurines on a floating shelf. A r

e before slowly, lazily even, moving towards the fi

all

es

d nodded soberly. "Interesting, I didn't rea

the shelf, his eyes slid to hers wi

her view of him, his kind. It was only natural to assume that the lycanthropes were a breed

utal inclinations, whittling away at wood was

it that way. It's just–" a simple wave at

ace remaine

the last thing a human woul

uld you

im from beneath her lashes which seemed like a testing thing to do. But staring at

.. gore... violence... woe... blo

s long but

facility, books upon books of scientists habituall

wards the house, "... no

e had turned his back to her once more and began to dry th

o bed..." Hobbling a few steps towards the staircase,

ng a bowl in

began to climb the steps when his voice car

ight M

ht Eze

nd to her room, she was breathless, tired, and Ezekiel had finis

ootsteps moving about beneath. Sure a

window where she stood just behind the curtain, peeking from

utside because it was cold. A puff o

is back and in one hand

ar t

e direction of the road,

r he would go. She had not realized that her face was pressed against the

t the fog with her fist, and sq

at the sig

at the

hing