Uriah
“Let’s see,” thought aloud as he plucked plant clippings. “Definitely witch material. Same here. Same. That, too—wait, no, that’s poison ivy. Eek! What about…” The vampire froze, now devoting all of his supernatural abilities to his sense of hearing. In the distance, he heard the growl of a wolf. Pruitt? he asked himself.
Clutching his finds in his fists, he sped back to the top of the waterfall in mere seconds. The creature in question was obscured from this vantage point, but still caught whiffs of Pruitt’s fresh scent. The vampire grumbled before sending a telepathic message to his werewolf beau. ? You just couldn’t wait to get naked and scare our boy, huh??
Moments later, heard Pruitt respond. ?Huh? What are you talking about??
furrowed a brow.
??? Pruitt communicated back again, his voice scratchy and muted as though their conversation was a long-distance call on a poor connection.
The vampire felt his heart sink. “ Griffin! ” he shouted.
Below, Griff looked up in surprise at . “Hey!”
channeled all his strength and dove forward, moving at top speeds toward his human lover.
Still confused, Griff turned around just as the werewolf in front of him was tackled by another. ? Oh, god, Ri. I thought that was Pruitt. It’s not.? It was then that Griff recognized the second wolf as his lover, his silver fur an obvious contrast. ? But that is.?
The unknown werewolf—its coat a light, creamy color—quickly shrugged Pruitt off, tossing him like a rag doll before turning its sights back to Griff. The wolf’s mouth salivated as it pounced at him.
“Stop!” Griff warned before unleashing purple electricity from his hands.
The force struck the wolf, sending it back.
The Silver Wolf circled around, taking a protective stance between Griff and the newcomer.
The mystery wolf howled, then launched itself straight at Pruitt. Griff watched in horror as the wolf bit into his lover’s shoulder, the two creatures slipping on the grass and sliding right into the picnic. Griff dove out of the way at the last moment, basket and satchel in hand, as the two wrestling wolves became wrapped in the blanket and rolled into the water.
“Griffin!” appeared seconds later. The vampire shoved his assortment of plants and herbs into Griff’s pocket and set the basket on the ground before scooping him up and throwing him over his shoulders. “Hold on.”
The two sped away faster than Griff’s eyes could process. Moments later, they were twenty feet up the nearest tree.
“Holy hell, you can climb?!” Griff gasped.
“No time for that. You okay?” asked in a panicked tone. “Griff?”
“I’m okay,” Griff said as he checked over his body. “I can’t be turned by werewolves, remember?”
grabbed the human off of his back and held him in his arms, hunching over on the large branch of an oak tree overlooking the water. “Doesn’t mean they don’t wanna bite, pipsqueak.” The branches below still swayed from the force with which darted up them, but the two also could hear splashing sounds below.
“, I have to help him. Let me go!” Griff hollered.
“I-I’m sorry,” shared a pained look with him.
“Then you go!”
“I’m not leaving you, Griff,” hissed, baring his teeth at Griff. “I made a promise to him.”
Griff struggled to get out of ’s arms, causing the two to wobble back and forth on the branch. “Then I’m coming with you,” Griff said determinedly, emitting the same purple electricity from his hands as before. The sparks smashed into the base of the branch, snapping it instantaneously.
“Little witch, no!” hollered, tossing his lover onto a parallel branch as he fell to the ground.