Roni – In the Crescent

Angel Baby October 8, 2021

Arriving

Herbie stood behind the bar, dressed in a weird mixture of denim and plaid. His man bun proved secure. Not a hair stirred as he whipped his head around when my scent finally hit his senses. Apparently, years and miles still hadn’t changed my base.

Baby Angel June 16, 2021

Projecting

Heat radiated up my arm and a slight glow shone over my palm. Remy had been in the heat of the moment. Dan had been an accident. If someone was fucking with my brother, there was no telling what I’d do on purpose.

Baby Angel May 14, 2021

Singed

My hand was warm, the skin itching like something was trying to claw its way through. I flexed my fingers, trying to relieve the annoyance. It didn’t abate. Instead, I reached for the blade at my back.

Baby Angel April 9, 2021

Growling

He’d been…huge. Yeah, I know, that’s what she said. But that really wasn’t the time for jokes. He was large and thick, his breathing pushing away the closest tables he hadn’t crushed during his change. If I hadn’t watched it happen, I wouldn’t have even known it was him.

Baby Angel March 15, 2021

Silence

The sigh that slid through my being at the sound of his voice was expected but not forced. Herbie was my constant, even more so than my brother and sister. He was my best friend, and I hoped his reach was as long as I assumed. A hippie werewolf from New Orleans had to have friends everywhere, right?

Baby Angel February 16, 2021

Buzzing

I didn’t scream, but the bottle slipped through my fingers, landing and cracking against the already scratched wood floor. There was no dramatic shatter as I stared at the man before me. The vodka, the once desired liquid freedom, oozed out across my bare feet from the crack now lining the bottle. It soaked into my skin as I tried to force myself to breathe.