She could see the walls of the shack through the boy's body. He was there, within reach if she could have gotten her hands free, but still she could see right though him. With everything else going on around her, she wondered at her ability to question his existence. Her whole world was shattering, but he still could not be real ( Read more... )

She'd only been seduced the once and she didn't think he had any mind toward that when they started. She was a pup, a child, an ignorant git who knew nothing about anything. He took her in only because it was a part of his charge from God to do so. Still, he took her ( Read more... )

"Let Da be, girl. Ye can't be askin' him about that. It's man's work ( Read more... )

When she lived alone, on the streets of Boston, Neela kept her head down. Her interactions with other people were kept short and had easily identified. She worked short term jobs that ended before anyone could ask questions about her. She never went to the same soup line more than a few days in a row. All of her clothes came from donation bins ( Read more... )

( What was God thinking? )

Half the pack sat around the big table in main lodge, working on wrapping gifts for a toy drive, and someone held up a Magic 8 Ball. The questions started, all of them asked in jest. With so much surrounding them that seemed like real magic, none of them put much stock in a silly fortune telling toy ( Read more... )

( Fear is nothing to hold onto. )

( One )

( The big stone called her more often than she allowed herself to answer. )

( She threw herself into pack life. )