Name: Eiji (funny things is, I already named the character Eiji, then researching for dreamcast, I realized there actually is a Japanese actor by the name of Eiji. Hey. It's fate)
Species: Werewolf
Pack: Lone Wolf, formerly belonged to the Alimiera Sangre Pack.
Rank: Potential Lycaon
Description: Fair, pretty, thin, wily, manipulative, creepy smart. Arms tattooed with old fashioned irezumi. Looks deceptively harmless, vicious in a fight but Eiji is more brain than brawn. Despite his thin frame, he eats like a werewolf but never seemed to gain weight. Unlike most werewolves, he is immune to silver. He is easy to talk to, a good listener and is one of the Lycaon's spies.
Name: Nathaniel Species: Human Decription: Blond, green eyed, bronzed skin. A free spirit, Nathaniel lives like he's going to pretty much die tomorrow.
Then she saw a hint of gold.
She pushed against the car and focused her eyes. She saw him; tall and long limbed, he walked with a smooth long-legged gait that seemed to give the impression of laziness. But Lei knew better, she had seen him climb over sails with a steady swiftness that was mind-blogging.
In safety of this radiant light we’ll warm our lungs and tame our eyes"
Her ears caught a snort and a snuffle; the sound of heavy breathing from her left. From her right she caught the glint of amber eyes and the white mist of breath.
Spending a night deep in the woods wasn’t Lei’s idea of fun, as was doing her homework by firelight and sitting on a stretch of tarp, freezing her butt off. She was good outdoors and knew how to survive in the woods if she had to, and she knew this stretch of land like the back of her hand. But still, it wasn’t her idea of fun. Not really.
But that’s what you do when your best friends are werewolves.
Wolf at the Door-Chapter 1
Van Morrison-Just Like a Woman
"But lately I've seen her, ribbons and her bows have fallen from her curls"
Her eyes were always watchful, not so much when she was around him and his brothers but they knew she was always watching, taking mental notes and filing things in her head. Sometimes, he could actually see her noting away lines and shapes and forms, choosing and waving away colors, saving all the details down until she could come home, retreat to her room to finally put it all on paper or canvas. It fascinated him, her mind. How she saw the world.
Sometimes, he had wished for an artistic bent of his own, just so he could show her how she looked in a certain light, like now, as she stepped away from the shadows of the trees and to the shafts of light that danced across the dark, nakedness of tree barks and the gold, red and brown of dry leaves that carpeted the earth.
Wolf at the Door-Chapter 9
Chelsea Lee feat Jason Reeves-Perfectly
“You are perfectly lovely, perfect for someone other than me. Baby, I’m letting you go.”
To say that he crushed her to him was an understatement; he practically pulled her on his lap and wrapped his body around her, as if he could squeeze all the pain out of both of them. Leaving her would hurt so much; he’d probably have to either be drugged or tied down and kept a close eye on for the first few weeks so he wouldn’t try to come back. But, this was for the best, not only both of them, but for the Pack.
The distance would do him good. It would do both of them good.
When she sighed and tucked her head underneath his chin, her small but strong hands pressing against the back of his T shirt, he dipped his head and pressed a kiss to that soft spot on her neck, that wayward curl of hair brushing against his cheek.
She curled herself deeper into his arms.
He pulled her in closer to his body.
Their chests colliding as they each took a deep breath.
Wolf at the Door-Chapter 15
Jason Reeves-I Can't Imagine
“If I touch your skin,
I'm afraid I might just sink in
And I'll kiss your lips; the taste, the magic that you been hiding”
He cupped her chin, waited until her slanted brown eyes looked into his. Her brow furrowed and her mouth pressed into a tight line, as if she wanted to swallow back her words. His thumb touched her lush bottom lip, stroking it until it softened and parted slightly. Her breath smelled like blueberries and tea, and her hair cascaded around her shoulders in dark waves. There was a delicate vulnerability in her eyes as she stared back at him and his heart rolled slowly inside his chest.
And before he knew it, he had one hand curled around her neck. Before he could even think, he was stepping closer and leaning down.
And there, in the middle of the street, under a moody grey sky, Kai kissed Lei.
And there, on the pavement, in front of watchful eyes, as a dozen streetlights flickered to life, Lei kissed him back.
Wolf at the Door-Chapter 18
Christina Perri-Arms
"You put your arms around me and I believe that it's easier for you to let me go"
“We can take other spouses, love other people, but a mate? A mate comes once in a life time.” He turned his head to look at her more fully and gripped her hand tight. “This comes once in a life time.”
Lei felt her heart squeezed and twisted at the plea in his expression, but she kept her hand limp in his. Disappointment flared in his eyes, the corner of his mouth drooped as his head fell back to the pillow, turned slightly away from her. A lump appeared in her throat and she valiantly ignored the voice inside her—one that grows stronger each day—that whispered about how good it would be to have him, to keep him for herself, to make him completely hers.
And the determination that she had forged with each step that brought her here dwindled with every second of silence between them.
“I’m sorry, Kai.” She said quietly.
He stayed quiet and kept his face away from her. She saw the muscles of his jaw moved, saw his throat worked as if he was trying to keep himself together. Her eyes heated up and she blinked away tears. It threatened to overflow when Kai squeezed her fingers, as if he knew she was upset and was trying to comfort her.
“Do you want me to go?” She whispered, she was afraid to speak too loud, afraid to disturb the tension between them.
“No.” His voice was hoarse and he coughed once to clear his throat. “Stay.” He turned to her, his face once again clear but for his eyes that ran a gamut of emotions. He shifted and opened his arms. “Come here.”
Wolf at the Door-Chapter 34
The All American Rejects-Heartbeat Slowing Down
All we had written, well, it's been erased
Something that I had to do
I cut you deep, you're bleeding through
You're every single shade of blue
I'm staring right in front of you
Lei let him go and literally felt her power fractured, the binds she surrounded him with fell away from his Wolf and coiled back deep inside her; once again silent and still. Kai rolled away from her as if he couldn’t get away from her fast enough. His complexion pale, and considering the actual color of his skin that was saying something. His skin shone with sweat and he looked wild, his Wolf still in his eyes as he stared at her from the other side of the bed. His breath was fast and harsh in the tense silence between them. “I can’t believe you did that.”
Exhausted, the power had taken a lot from her, she took a deep breath. It was only then that she noticed that she was trembling all over. She knew he deserved an explanation but she was getting dizzy. And really, what could she say? “I’m sorry.”
Kai just stared at her, and it killed her that he didn’t look angry like she had expected; anger she could handle. But it was betrayal and hurt and disbelief that took turns showing on his face.
Wolf at the Door-Chapter 34
Christina Perri-Tragedy
“If you could envision the meaning of a tragedy
You might be surprised to hear it's you and me”
Lei couldn't help it, she tensed; her fingers lacing and unlacing together. She took note of the silence in the room and her heart beat hard against her ribs as she waited for his answer.
“I accept, Lycaon.”
As if drawn by a magnet, Lei’s eyes moved to look at Kai. His expression was wooden. His eyes staring straight ahead, not acknowledging anyone or anything. As if he was trying to pretend that he wasn't there at all, that this wasn't happening.
Lei’s heart skipped a beat when Kai stood suddenly and fear slicked her throat when he just stood there, his sudden movement catching all their eyes. She waited of him to say or do something but he merely turned away and left the room. His brothers aimed sad, hurt looks at her before following him.
No one commented on Kai's abrupt leaving, they all knew what prompted it better than she ever could.
So, her powers of persuasion worked.
He’d be safe. The Pack would be safe. She and her mother would be safe. Bone-melting relief rushed over her body.
She never knew that relief had such a bitter aftertaste.
Because all of you have been so patient, encouraging and awesome. I thought I'd give you a snippet from one of the last chapters. Something between (gasp) Kai and the Lycaon.
“How does it feel?” Surprised by the question, and angry too, Kai had to take a moment to squeeze his hold on his Wolf. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. How does it feel? He couldn’t find the words to explain the constant shift from being crazy mad to aching emptiness. He felt like his body was taken apart and put back wrong, like his soul was ripped apart. “It…hurts.” “Do you hate her for doing what she did?” That was an easy question. “No.” The Lycaon’s dark eyes moved over his face. “Is that really your answer, or the effect of the mating?” “Mine.” “Why aren't you angry?” For a second Kai was ready to give up on this conversation but then he saw something in the Lycaon’s expression that told him that he wasn't just spouting out meaningless questions; this question was actually important to him. He supposed that the Lycoan was worried about his state of mind, of what would happen if he saw Lei again. “I saw her face…after. She’s hurting, too.” The Lycaon’s mind went sideways, Kai’s words taking him back to when Mey had exercised her powers on him. —dark brown eyes glimmering with tears, anger flushing her cheeks, her voice sliding inside him, rolling under his skin; insidious and angry…and hurt— It took a while for him to see the hurt underneath the anger, it took a while for him to forgive her. To understand. To regret. He watched the boy who had figured out in moments what he took years to do and felt…shame.
He was tall and slim but packed with slender muscle like a gymnast and moved like a dancer. On first glance, the man looked young, but he wasn’t. There were small lines on his face that showed his age and a light in his eyes that told people he had lived a century of life. His hair was brownish gold, his eyes were a yellowish green and his skin tinged with gold. Not for the first time did the Lycaon think that Arthur looked more like a lion than a wolf, but that was what he was, a werewolf and one of his best elite soldiers. He was also one of wolves that had made him who he was today; Lycaon, the Alpha King.
Arthur appears in chapter 39 and will have a bigger role in book 2. He is one of the few wolves that The Lycaon trusted most; the wolf had trained Connor to be Lycaon when he was still one of the potentials.
He will be the one who will train Kai as per the Lycaon's orders.
This is my laziness talking, since I'm starting a new story for NaNoWriMo, and it is my habit to upload a chapter into a blog, I realized, hell, why so many blogs when I can just put it in one? Duh.
So, this is my attempt on being more organized. I can sense the impending migraine a month away. Wish me luck!!
To those who wonder why I name this blog Inside MadHatter's Hat, well, I often call the inside of my head as my very own Wonderland where I skip-a-long inside my very own world not unlike Alice...but I relate more to Mad Hatter than the blond, blue eyed girl. *shrug*
