Alora’s POV
Serenity is pulling me in the direction of her Jeep, the Twins, and
Darien not far behind, heading to his car parked only fifteen spots
away in the same row as hers. I start thinking and then say to myself
‘I wonder what kind of music she likes‘. This would be a good time to
find out. I had eclectic music tastes, when the abuse got really bad I
would listen to metal music, like In This Moment. I wonder if she
would like that or something like Twenty One Pilots.
Maybe she listened to country music, that was a horror I didn’t want
to imagine. I did not like Country music. It grated on my nerves, there were maybe a total of six songs I could stand from that genre. I have learned to like some hip hop and rap, but not a lot mostly Eminem,
Logic, and NF lately, the earlier works of Tech Nine. Most of my taste encompasses all ranges of rock music, from the old, like Pat Benatar
to the heaviest Metal, like Arch Enemy.
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I was also into foreign rock, trap, dubstep, and instrumental music. I would listen to symphonies every now and then. This made artists like Lacuna Coil and Within Temptation among my favorites. Then you sprinkle in Disturbed, Infected Rain, Chevelle, Granson, The Tech Thieves, AVIVA, Neoni, and a few others and you start getting a huge playlist rang. My YouTube Music could go on for days for as long as
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my liked list has gotten.
I remembered that her jeep had the top off. This made sense to me,
most werewolves owned a convertible of some sort or a motorcycle,
and we loved having the wind in our faces. Although there was the
occasional SUV like the Alpha’s, which still had a large sunroof he
opened, most had jeeps and Broncos that had detachable tops. Or if not a convertible, the car always had a sunroof, and the windows were
always open.
Unless the weather was bad, that was the only time tops were reattached or put up, windows and sunroofs closed. I hated those times, they always made me feel claustrophobic. Darien knowing my preference and feelings on the matter, had always tried to keep the windows cracked a little, unless we were in a downpour or a blizzard.
He would just turn up the heat if it was cold and tolerate the
dampness of the rain.
Darien was really a great friend, he’s proven again and again why he’s
my best friend. Serenity is bright like sunshine, her soul fairly
radiates with kindness, this makes me feel like they were a perfect
match. They would be good to each other, and despite Darien’s panic
over the subject earlier, I believed they would make wonderful
parents. I could imagine them with a dozen pups. And I would love to
be Aunty to every single one.
I smile, my heart warmed by the thought. Xena comments 7 would
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help teach the pups to hunt and defend themselves‘ she tells me. “We
will both teach them and love them.” I tell her. Then a desire starts to
form, one I tell Xena about. “And maybe someday, we will have pups of
our own to play with theirs” That wish suddenly hit me and made me
sad at the same time.
It was a reminder that I was rejected. Although it was just this
morning that it happened, it felt longer than that with all that’s
happened this day. Goddess, it was only three in the afternoon and it
felt like it should be three days from now. That’s how much has
happened to me on this day, so many emotions and memories felt and
relived. So many changes in such a short period of time.
I was suddenly feeling exhausted, absolutely drained. But I couldn’t
give in to the feeling yet, I had more to do, a confrontation with my
family. I didn’t know how it would go down. I mean I was going to be
arriving with the Alpha, Darien, and three Enforcers who were now
like family to me in such a short time. I didn’t think it would go over
well.
But that was ok, I wouldn’t let them get to me anymore. I refused to
allow them to abuse me anymore. They have done so many atrocious things to me. I was tired of it all, I would defend myself now. I have fought for my freedom. Now that I had it I wouldn’t allow them to take it away from me, not ever again. I would fight them to my death
or theirs to stay free.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
