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Fang dodged the speeding pick-up with seconds to spare. Shaking out his mane he hunched down closer to the ground as the next gust of icy wind hit his back.
I need to find the entrance, fast!
He meant to use a ley line to enter Underhill hours ago, but the ley line Fang normally used was surrounded by a bunch of mundanes seeking ‘connection to mother earth’. What they didn’t know was that it was useless unless they held a strong bloodline for magic. It wouldn't react, try as they might.
Fang could have still used it to enter Underhill as the knowledge of the Otherworld wasn’t secret anymore to the mundane community. He just didn’t want attention. He hated eyes on him, in wolf form or his shifted ‘human’ form.
Debating on his next steps, which direction to run to seek out another undisturbed ley line, a sleek black raven swooped in his line of vision throwing an acorn that hit him straight on.
Yelping he barked at the raven more annoyed than hurt. Picking up the acorn in his mouth he broke it in half with his teeth.
“Meet me at Meadow Fir! Drinks on me, xoxo the most handsome prince,” the spelled recording of his closest friend ended, leaving him with chucks of acorn he’ll spend most of the night spitting out slivers of.
Ugh, he hated Meadow Fir. It was always so crowded. Smelly. But most of all he hated the whispers. Shaking out the light layer of snow from his coat he ran to the Fae operated hotel in the heart of historic downtown.
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Spitting out the last piece of acorn, Fang stared at his reflection in his hotel room mirror. Freshly dressed in clothes he stashed the last time he was in Meadow Fir he wondered how long he had before Prince North of the Seelie Court came knocking on his door.
His best friend was a lot of things, but patient wasn’t one.
Bang bang bang!
Rolling his eyes, smiling, he walked over to his door, “I was just about to head down North!” Fang shouted, opening the door.
“You know I doubt that,” said the last man he wanted to see. Again.
His effort to slam the door shut failed as the wolf side stepped in, stupid smile on his face.
Uh, why did Fang even sleep with him?!
Because you wanted to spend your last heat with him.
Crossing his arms he walked over to sit on the bed. “Get out Tan. Now.” Fang demanded.
“No.” He said, still stupidly smiling. “Your brother sent me to check on you.”
Standing up from the ledge of the bed Fang spun around. “There. See. Fine.” He snapped, pointing a finger to the door. “Now get out.”
He didn’t hate his younger brother Phum. Quite the opposite. Fang loved him enough to leave their pack before what happened affected his effort as the newly appointed alpha to lead. In the end Fang made the choice to keep in contact with his brother all except for visiting his home pack.
Too many old memories and faces that Fang wanted to keep in the past.
The scent of cloves and cinnamon overwhelmed his senses as Tan closed the distance between them. “There is one other thing Fang,” he softly said, pushing some of Fang’s hair out of his eyes.
Hitting his hand away, Tan captured it in his, a stupid smirk now playing at the corner of his lip. “Let me go!” Fang growled out, tugging at his hand.
“Will you play nice?”
Glaring, Fang stayed silent imagining all the ways he could dispose of his body. North, even being Seelie Prince, would aid him no questions asked. Tan took this moment of distraction to step forward, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss. Fang, reacting, made the mistake of pulling back forgetting that Tan still held his hand.
The two of them fell back onto the bed, Tan on top.
“Get off of me!”
Releasing Fang’s hand Tan leaned up, chambering him in. “That’s not what you said last time,” the wolf on top of him said, wiggling his eyebrows. His body weight keeping Fang pinned. “If I remember correctly you said something along the lines of ‘Tan harder, fast-”
“Am I interrupting?”
The two of them looked at Prince North, amusement playing at his elegant Fae features. Of course his friend would choose this exact moment to arrive! Lifting a knee Fang shoved Tan off him, smiling a little at the sound of his back meeting the wall when he fell off the bed.
“No, he was just leaving,” Fang emphasized, walking over to North who held the door wide open.
“Actually-”
“I’m not staying here to listen to whatever he’s about to spew, come on North.” He was already out the door and on his way to the hotel bar wanting to put as much distance between him and his brother's best friend.
The prince turned, smiling, as he followed behind Fang.