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(no subject) [May. 14th, 2009|01:16 pm]
For years, Grace has watched the wolves in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf--her wolf--is a chilling presence she can't seem to live without. Meanwhile, Sam has lived two lives: In winter, the frozen woods, the protection of the pack, and the silent company of a fearless girl. In summer, a few precious months of being human . . . until the cold makes him shift back again.

Now, Grace meets a yellow-eyed boy whose familiarity takes her breath away. It's her wolf. It has to be. But as winter nears, Sam must fight to stay human--or risk losing himself, and Grace, forever.

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CO-WRITE PART 2 [Jan. 28th, 2009|07:58 pm]
Kaden led Page away from the dingy hotel room, her arm linked through his to guide him. She'd blindfolded him, gagged him, and handcuffed his hands behind his back simply to ensure that he wouldn't make any stupid moves. The barrel of her gun pressed right up against his side at a point where hopefully no one would be able to see it easily, not that she needed to worry about that much, in the dark parking lot.

"Move faster," she snapped, her voice a venomous whisper in his ear. "Or I'll blow a hole the size of your head in your freaking stomach! Move it!"

She stopped and latched onto him even tighter when she saw the headlights of another car swing toward them from a few feet away, but let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding when she saw that it was the two alien brothers driving off in their BMW. They were headed for her house since she had to give them the directions. Close one; she'd have to park her car in a better spot next time.

Upon approaching her large, black SUV, Kaden let go of his arm so she could fish the keys out of her purse. The gun remained steadily trained on him, but this time she cocked it just to show that she meant business. If he ran, he'd be dead on the spot regardless of what the two pinheads wanted from him. They'd have to find another necromancer if he pulled any funny shit.

"Mmf mmf mmf!" Page tried to speak, but she yanked the keys out of her bag and pulled him close again.

"Make any noise and you're gunna regret it, now shut the fuck up and keep walking!" She whispered, pressing the unlock button on her keys.

The black SUV's lights blinked twice with two audible 'pop' noises, indicating that it was now unlocked. She shoved him toward it while still holding onto his arm just to make sure he didn't fall flat on his face and make a scene by breaking his nose or something. She slipped the gun back into the pocket of her coat while once again linking her arm through his. She pulled the door open with a loud creak and shoved him toward it, quite forcefully.

"Step up," she said flatly, and he did. She moved one hand up toward his head, pushing down on it so he wouldn't slap his head on the roof of her car. She couldn't help noticing how nice and soft his hair was. She made a mental note to ask him what kind of conditioner he used.

Once he was safely in the car, she buckled his belt for him since his hands were still in those pesky handcuffs, and would most likely remain that way for the rest of the ride -- she didn't need him to open up the damn door while they were on the highway or something, and make a grand escape, after all. She spun on her heel and dashed around the front of the car, practically diving into the drivers' seat so she could start the car and rush to get home.

Just then, Voltaire's "When You're Evil" blasted from her suddenly lit cellphone. She picked it up from the cupholder and glanced at the name it displayed before flipping it open. Page kicked up a struggle, 'Mmmf'ing as loud as he could until Kaden reached over and whacked him on the back of his head as hard as she could to try and get him to shut up. It was Davey, most likely calling to ask if she got him yet.

"Hey, we're just leaving now," she explained, glancing out the back window before backing the truck up.

"Good," came the voice on the other end of the phone. "I take it you got him?"

"Yeap." She pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street. "One minor glitch in our plans, though!"

She could hear Davey sigh on the other end of the phone, and pictured her shaking her head while rubbing her hand down her face like she always did when she was stressed. "What's the issue, dear?"

"These two idiots named Ryan and Tucker wouldn't let me kill 'em 'cause one of 'em's got freaking telekinesis for a power or some shit. I told them I'd bring him back to our house to discuss what to do with him, since they need him to bring someone back from the dead or whatever shitty reason they gave. I gave 'em directions to the house, they'll probably get there before we do."

Another sigh. "Alright, hon. Just be safe, okay?"

"I will."

With that, she hung up the phone and glanced over to Page, her eyes forming daggers. Was he some kind of stupid? Did he not realize that most people calling her phone would be IN on her plans to kill him? She reached back behind his head and yanked off the duct tape that was over his mouth, which caused him to emit a cry of pain, before pulling out the bandana that was stuffed in it.

"Now, what the Hell were you trying to say back there?" she asked, her voice full of irritation.

She turned back to the road, paying attention to the street signs since she didn't really know her way around these parts. She dug out her MapQuest directions from her pocket, glancing between the paper and the road. They weren't complicated, but it'd be nice if the street signs were marked.

"What the fuck is going on?!" His voice was loud and hoarse, clearly very upset that he was being taken against his will, despite the fact that she was so pretty. "Why are you doing this? You don't have to do this!"

"My packleader told me to," she answers simply, keeping her eyes on the road now. "Quit being so damn loud, you're gunna attract attention from the other cars, you idiot!"

She knew better than to try to disobey Davey. Not that the other werewolf would do anything to harm her, but the guilt she could lay upon someone was absolutely ridiculous and immense. Not to mention, if she disobeyed too many times, Davey would kick her out of their little makeshift pack and she would be completely alone.

Kaden hated being alone for any reason, ever since she was four and her parents were mauled by three giant werewolves in the night. She'd been left either for dead, or to spite her parents by turning her into a werewolf, and her most vivid memory of the night was her four year old self tripping over her mother's torso. She'd fallen and it must've made a noise, because the next thing she knew, one of the trio jumped on top of her and started attacking her. The next memory she had was the sound of three gunshots and three loud thunks on the living room carpet.

She'd been found by one of her neighbors, lying on the floor in a pool of freshly infected blood. After that, they shipped her off to America to live with Davey's family. She'd actually been raised by wolves.

"Gee, I can't see why I'd want to get their attention considering you're kidnapping me and I can't even see where we're going," his voice suddenly broke through her reverie, causing her to snap her head around to look at him. She could practically see his bright blue eyes rolling behind his blindfold.

"Look, I have to do this, okay? So you can either shut up and enjoy the ride, or I can take you out right now. Which would you prefer?"

That shut him up.
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(no subject) [Jul. 23rd, 2007|11:57 pm]
Hello my darlings! My name's Kaden, I come from New York and... well, I'm sixteen and I'm here trying to get work. I just moved in to bungalow 14, so feel free to stop in and say hello? I swear, I don't bite... unless it's like, a full moon or something.

Uhm... when I'm not, you know, working or anything, I like to go out and have a good time. I mean, I'm not like a super crazy partier or whatever but I do drink and party occasionally, so I'd LOVE to tag along to some beach parties. I like to do what normal sixteen year olds do; drive, hang out with my friends, normal stuff like that.

I should come out and just say a couple of things. First of all, I'm a werewolf, and I'm a hit(wo)man. I don't care who it is--you pay me, I'll get them. I don't miss my mark, trust me. Second thing is, my father runs a rather large business in New York (law firm), so, I'm nice, but I'm not a chick that you want to fuck around with.

Anyway, now that that's over with, feel free to stop by and chat!
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