Eron was about to go back to his tent when he heard that the door was opening, and children’s voices were heard from inside. “Di!!!” said Katya, the youngest of the three, just nine years old, small, jumping and waving her black, straight hair up and down with each bounce. “Diwa,” Erica, the oldest, fifteen, said worriedly, looking at how pale their caretaker was. “Please, let her come in, guys, I think she’s not ok.” “Yes, Di, you look very pale. Come on, Katya, let’s move aside for a moment,” Macky, the one in the middle, twelve years old, tall, and a well-educated gentleman asked his little sister and then with his older sister helped Diwana get inside the house to the kitchen. They took her to one of the high chairs that surrounded the kitchen bar, and then young Katya, who walked behind them, went ahead, taking one of the glasses and filling it up with cold water from the filter. “Please drink this, Di,” she said with her soft, still-childlike voice. “Thank you, dear,” Diwan
He still hadn't shifted to his human form, and he knew staying as a wolf kept his senses sharper than his already impressive hearing and visual capacities were. As it was, his intensive training with his father's pack had prepared and turned him into one of the most superior warriors in their clan, even equaling his older brother, but his experiences outside the packhouse had increased his fighting skills even more. Much as Eron hated that part of his life, he couldn't help but appreciate it for truly improving his skills and abilities. Especially in times like these… He expertly jumped to the ground, his front paws landing silently first then swiftly ran towards the direction where he "felt" several presences. Since he did shift to werewolf as he climbed up a tree earlier on just so he could see the house better, along with its residents, he had decided to change to wolf as he hid behind the branches and continued in that form in his present personal mission. "Whoever those people
“Argh, pain! How is this possible?!” Eron started his morning complaining. The alarm went off near his ear, and it suddenly brought him back to his forest campsite, where his whole body was aching. As soon as he moved into his tent to turn to his side, the pain became even more evident. “How great would it be to get a massage,” he thought, lazily closing his eyes again, stuck between sleepiness and pain, thinking of just resting one more minute before getting up and starting the day, then his mind would betray him once again with the need to shut down or blank out. “Would you like me to massage you, Eron?” “Di… Miss Diwana, when did you get here? What are you doing in my tent?” “I never left,” she said in a whisper, looking seductively at the naked, tanned, handsome man by her side. “You don’t remember?” His thoughts: “I wish I did… Maybe it’s because of THAT that my body is hurting. I’d be happy if that was the case… but then, what Did I do to her to be so sore myself?” Eron st
The memory hit him without notice, and he was immediately transported to a building about four stories tall. It was an elegant old wooden mansion colored light blue and green with a pawn and antique shop in the front. The store was really just a facade for a very different kind of business being offered inside the house itself. The last customer entered the pawnshop, and then never exited. Eron waited for them to turn the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed,’ and, a couple of hours later, the store had the lights off and the whole business had moved in full to their secondary entrance. It was the one that was reserved only for very regular, well-known, VVIP customers that visited the night workers of the place. ‘The Temptation House’ was at the top of the businesses that were on his old boss' blacklist. Because of that, of course, the job would be reserved for only him to complete. “Good. I’ll give it fifteen more minutes and then go in," the then-assassin thought to himself. "It should be a cl
“Oh no, I’m going to be late! Why didn’t I wake up with the alarm?” Of course, she knew why. The question was really more of a frustrated statement than an actual query, especially since the answer was already part of the dream, she just had… Di dreamed of him. And she’s feeling a lot of embarrassment about it. Even more so since she liked the dream. Extremely liked it… So, as she continued to rush about prepping for her cooking time at four in the morning while the whole house was still asleep, she allowed herself a few moments to remember her dream. And she felt her face flush even more at the memory… +++ The widow found herself outside the house, somewhere in the forest that seemed unfamiliar to her. That should have given her a clue that she was just dreaming. But then, everything felt so real. The smells… the coldness… the sounds… the full moon’s glow illuminating everything, even allowing her to see the muted colors of the trees and bushes in the darkness… All of it was
The memory was over. Eron was back in his camp. The coffee was now ready and served in his oversized tin cup. He shook the sugar at the bottom of it with his not-silver spoon, and he was about to have a sip of the very hot beverage. His mind had been very active in the little time this morning that he had been ‘conscious’ so far, and after the massage that never happened, along with the memory of his past missions, he was deeply thoughtful. “Maybe it’s for the best if I’m not an expert assassin anymore. Just maybe, if I really am losing it and I cannot become a killer again, I can finally do what I came here for, which is to genuinely start over, have a new life, be a new person and truly turn over a new leaf,” he thought, with a certain lady at the back of his mind all the time. At first, he didn't seem to realize it, but then… “And, of course, Diwana doesn’t deserve a killer for a partner…” He took another sip of his coffee, then froze. “Wait, what? What did I just say? No no
"Nah… My father wanted me to be something I can never be," Eron said as he placed Di's things inside his tent for safekeeping. "My brother was pushed to be perfect, and the only one that really cared for me, I had to leave behind…" “I see… was… uh… was it a lady? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, of course,” she said, feeling her cheeks turning a bit red as she rushed through her last words... Her thoughts: "Why do I care if this person is a woman or not? A man like him was probably surrounded by girls all the time! Diwana… What are you thinking now? He’s nicer than what you’re used to and now you’re thinking more than you should dare to. Remember your place… and also… remember your curse…" She was almost lost in her thoughts, getting sad again, when his words surprised her. “Oh, yes. Indeed, she is a woman. My brother’s wife… everybody saw us more brother and sister than they would see my brother and I as siblings. We’re so close that we call each other twins… Well, I
Myron woke up pretty early for this task since he didn’t want too many people at the precinct when he finally got there. He didn’t plan to stay there for long, either. Just get the stuff and go, hit and run as he would always say as a joke among his colleagues. He was quite the charmer in their department, which made his “sideline” even less likely to be discovered. Besides, the fact that he’s a locally decorated hero twice in his lifetime would definitely put any naysayers or doubters at bay. All he really needed to do was to be careful so he wouldn’t be caught while making sure his “client” would be satisfied with his services. So far, he’s doing pretty well… “Baby, it’s still too early… Why are you getting up already…?” a sleepy, sweet voice said beside him. He looked at his naked wife-to-be who was looking up at him with cute goo-goo eyes, obviously upset that he wouldn’t be staying to snuggle. The boyish-looking cop smiled at her, feeling himself going hard at the longing exp