#aftermath.

     Maybe if he didn’t want it bad enough,  his respiratory system would take the  goddamn  hint.

     He struggles to take a satisfying breath.  A spear of pain flashes white - hot,  broken bones shifting and grinding together as his lungs expand.  He cuts it short,  expression pinched in a grimace before dropping into muted  frustration.

     “Samuel.  If you have something to  say,  just say it.”

The chaos of the wedding had bled into the streets, just as the lycans celebrated the victory of their newest alpha, and not a single aspect of it mattered to Lilith. No, she had much better matters to attend to. Though, as she slinked through the masses otherwise undetected, a particular dog caught her attention. As what wasn’t there appeared, Lilith stepped over what may have been a lifeless form as she drew closer to him, ever intrigued by his anger towards her. “Lycaon, darling, don’t you look quite -- ruthless,” a mild compliment as she stood not far from him now, and the destruction that he had already laid claim to. Oh, this was most certainly going to be interesting.

Paris Shooting: Gunman Opens Fire at Kurdish Cultural Center, Killing 3 and Injuring 3 Others

Paris Shooting; On Friday, a gunman opened fire at a Kurdish cultural center in Paris, killing three people and injuring three others. Overview of the Paris Shooting: Gunman Opens Fire at Kurdish Cultural Center The suspected racist attack is being investigated by authorities. The suspect, a 69-year-old man who had recently been released from prison, was quickly arrested at the scene. Clashes…

it’s like everyone’s moving on without her. percy and his friends will be leaving at dawn for emon- a place they seem to call home. she can’t go, though. this is her home, despite the darkness that had swallowed the city. whitestone is where she is from. whitestone is who she has to lead. (whitestone is percy’s home, too. he should stay. she can’t stop him. she is the leader of whitestone now and she can’t even have him here... maybe a drink would help.)

when she passes to the kitchen, it feels like she’s leaving her problems at the door. cassandra knows she’ll have to face them tomorrow- but right now, she is only a girl. the droning sound of water filling a cup drowns the noise in her head, and when she carries the cup over to the table, her thoughts are a pleasing white noise. 

then she sees someone already at the table, blending into the shadows seamlessly; she only sees a flash of a pale face when the shadow undulates. she would’ve shattered her cup and screamed then, if she didn’t recognize who he was: percy’s friend. the one the briarwoods took. the one who was with her.