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          “  you’re  not  SUPPOSED  to  be  here.  “

    after several minutes had passed && his husband still wasn’t back downstairs, he moved halfway up to call out for him. “ handsome? come on, we’re going to be late enough as it is. “ because it always took magnus hours to get ready for most things. the fact it was taking callum a while had him sighing. “ is this your way of punishing me for how long i take? “ he called out.

    a couple more minutes && he was moving up to their bedroom, seeing the closet door open. “ i truly hope you aren’t trying to get rid of some of my things again because it won’t work-- “ words trailing off as he stepped in the closet door && saw his husband looking as if he had seen a ghost.

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           THE faint traces of fingers through dirty blond tresses draws out a fatigued hum of content from the angel. hell; even though he was tired, he didn’t want to be anywhere else. because this is where he was the happiest. but that quiet ‘i love you’, well it was just enough to make him smile. it’s so quiet. barely even there when it’s said. ❝ i love you too. ❞ slurred with exhaustion &&. clinging to the back of his throat.

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             The night had been long —— and too cold for this season. Spending hours outside the house without anything happening ( except for owls flying over the silent roofs ) was exhausting, even for someone who was used to draining hours of concentration. Callum yawned thoroughly before he rubbed the back of his neck. Slowly, the city would wake up and in half an hour by the latest, the first Shadowhunters would roam the streets. The wolf couldn’t risk getting caught being inattentive or, god forbid, half asleep.

            After looking up and down the street he walked over to the other side where the rain from last night had formed small puddles on a bench. Dipping his bare hands into the ice cold water, Callum splashed it into his face. A shiver ran down his spine immediately. The advantage of being a wolf was his increased body heat, however, even a werewolf couldn’t go through a rainy night without feeling even a little bit cold. Nevertheless, the water did the trick and brought life back into his body.

            Taking a deep breath, he walked back to his duty station —— hoping that for the inattentive eye he’d look like a responsible guard; and that soon someone would come to tell him that he could go to bed. Even if it was only for an hour.

          It was a cold morning, the absence of the sun in the dawn yet unbroken sending a pleasant shiver down Raj’s spine as he made his way through the otherwise quiet streets. Jacket collar pulled high the black-clad hunter listened to his own echoing steps, taking his time in getting to the security post he was headed to ( he’d woken far too early anyway ). He liked mornings like this the best, the chilly weather chasing away the remnants of sleep and making sure the streets remained empty just a tad longer than usual. It gave him time to think and, being driven through work as he was, time itself was a rare commodity at best.

          The place he was headed was a strategic spot in the city’s security, or so Raj insisted in order to make guard-supervision a more entertaining duty. There wasn’t much to it, in reality, nothing beyond supervising rotations and relieving wolves from their shifts, but he told himself this was a good assignment. It showed they valued him as a soldier, at least enough to give him some responsibility. The climb in Shadowhunter’s ranks was a steep one, and while he didn’t have that much ambition to begin with, Raj still yearned for a respectable position. 

          The wolf in question, Bennet according to his file, wasn’t one Raj remembered meeting before, even though his shape was quite obvious in the otherwise empty street. Straightening his back the young shadowhunter made a point of taking surer steps as he approached the guard, his tone as professional as he could make it. 

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Callum and Scott didn’t often get into fights. But when they did, the pack kept their distance. The young alpha and his older, more experienced beta weren’t unfamiliar with disagreeing, but when it came to the issue of pack interests, tensions ran high between the men that were willing to give everything for the people they cared about. 

It was Callum telling Scott that he was acting like a child that really started things off. Scott called him an old grump and things spiraled out of control from there. Their eyes were glowing and their claws were out by the time that they found themselves so close they could feel each other’s breath with each growled word as Scott’s eyes glowed and Callum’s firm hand held him fast by the neck.

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Everything was quiet, soft, and warm. 

Griffin smiled as he woke up, feeling the support of a strong bed under him. He could see the light through his eyelids and squinted to try to block the light out complete, and to rest even longer. Callum would understand. The way Griffin was now, he needed even more rest than ever. When he moved to roll onto his side, the clang of metal against metal and the feeling of something stuck to his arm forced the bear to open his eyes to see just what happened during his slumber.

The bear looked around and he was on a hospital bed in a quiet room. The sun was setting in the window with soft blinds obscuring the yellow and orange rays of the sun. Curled up in an uncomfortable chair in an uncomfortable position was his wolf, sleeping away. He looked tired.

“Hey, wolf,” Griffin called out but his voice was hoarse. He coughed to try to clear it and felt a stinging along his belly and back, his eyes going to the hump of his stomach. His hand roamed over it, immediately knowing what was wrong. While his memory was fragmented and missing between his last memory and where he was now -- weren’t they getting dressed up and heading out to the car? -- Griffin was able to piece together what happened. There was no longer any life in his belly, as it was all just Griffin. The soreness he felt was from an accident, injuries so severe that not even the bear’s healing could keep him and his cubs in one piece.

He pulled the sheet up from his bed and tugged up his shirt to see bandages covering the stinging sutures he felt along his gut. Griffin frowned for a moment as he looked over to Callum as the wolf started to wake up. That frown softened as he saw the wolf’s eyes and nothing more needed to be said.

Micha was at home with the kids. That was the only thing that kept Tavi from panicking.

Gunshots roared in the distance. Every few minutes Tavi swore he could hear Ash screaming his name, even Micha, Luke, and Connie screaming as well, but that wasn’t possible. Micha was at home with the kids, and Ash knew not to yell for Tavi. Ash would never reveal to the hunters that there were two of them out here.

But that didn’t stop him from clamping his hands over his ears and running. His ears worked fine, it was his brain that was messed up, mixing up sounds and unable to process them whenever it recieved too much auditory input. So it was no surprise Tavi didn’t realize someone was running through the woods in front of him until they collided.