The smell of freshly baked goods filled the whole house. As with all Saturdays Logan was busy making breakfast. It was a sort of ritual, something Kiara had encouraged so Sophie would have a sort of predictable home life among wolves. After Kiara’s midnight declaration that she would take Sophie as her own the atmosphere had changed. Logan, Glenn, even the other wolves who routinely came in and out and patrolled the grounds, they now guarded Sophie zealously.
Kiara had not adopted Sophie via conventional means, but rather done it by wolf tradition. In a way similar to how wolves declare each other mates, she had declared Sophie a cub, a member of her family and as such was regarded a wolf by all others. This meant all other wolves acted like how a pack would act when there were young involved. They were kind and loving to Sophie but to anyone who so much as breathed on her the wrong way…nothing but a painful death awaited them. Sophie didn’t seem to mind all the attention. Aside from calling Kiara “Mommy Kiara” now, she’d taken to calling Logan and Glenn “uncles”, other wolves were also uncles, or cousins. Kiara had no idea how Sophie picked the monikers for others but as long as it made her happy she let it slide, and so did everyone else.
It was the reason now why Kiara did not rise from her darkened bedroom even though she could clearly hear Sophie moving about downstairs in den, perhaps waiting eagerly on Logan’s latest bakery confection. No…Sophie would be saddened to see Kiara in such a state: bruised, battered, bloody and unable to move. Every muscle, every fiber of her being rendered useless after the night she’d subjected herself to. The side effects of her radical treatment were getting worse. The cravings, the murderous thoughts, they consumed her every waking moment. She couldn’t be around any male without the desire to fuck his brains out…she couldn’t be around any other living thing; Sophie included without imagining how delicious it would be to hear their spines snap, to bathe in their entrails. Even now she craved nothing more than to shift into a wolf and lay waste to everything before her.
It was why now, every night she subjected herself to immense amounts of physical abuse. From running on a treadmill for 3 hours at a full sprint, to using large construction cement pavers as punching bags. From bench pressing several times her own weight, to swimming with large lead weights attacked to her neck, wrists, elbows, waist, knees and ankles. Every night she did this ritual, knowing that if she could truly exhaust herself she wouldn’t be a danger to others. Logan and Glenn were not happy about this, they begged her to try and find a solution but she already knew what the solution was. She needed strong vampire blood, enough that over time she could purge what remained in her brain and return to some semblance of normality. But how was she to find a strong vampire when now nearly every vampire was sick? Not to mention there was no vampire she could trust, not while HE was out there… HE needed to be found and stopped first…before anything else.
Kiara had not adopted Sophie via conventional means, but rather done it by wolf tradition. In a way similar to how wolves declare each other mates, she had declared Sophie a cub, a member of her family and as such was regarded a wolf by all others. This meant all other wolves acted like how a pack would act when there were young involved. They were kind and loving to Sophie but to anyone who so much as breathed on her the wrong way…nothing but a painful death awaited them. Sophie didn’t seem to mind all the attention. Aside from calling Kiara “Mommy Kiara” now, she’d taken to calling Logan and Glenn “uncles”, other wolves were also uncles, or cousins. Kiara had no idea how Sophie picked the monikers for others but as long as it made her happy she let it slide, and so did everyone else.
It was the reason now why Kiara did not rise from her darkened bedroom even though she could clearly hear Sophie moving about downstairs in den, perhaps waiting eagerly on Logan’s latest bakery confection. No…Sophie would be saddened to see Kiara in such a state: bruised, battered, bloody and unable to move. Every muscle, every fiber of her being rendered useless after the night she’d subjected herself to. The side effects of her radical treatment were getting worse. The cravings, the murderous thoughts, they consumed her every waking moment. She couldn’t be around any male without the desire to fuck his brains out…she couldn’t be around any other living thing; Sophie included without imagining how delicious it would be to hear their spines snap, to bathe in their entrails. Even now she craved nothing more than to shift into a wolf and lay waste to everything before her.
It was why now, every night she subjected herself to immense amounts of physical abuse. From running on a treadmill for 3 hours at a full sprint, to using large construction cement pavers as punching bags. From bench pressing several times her own weight, to swimming with large lead weights attacked to her neck, wrists, elbows, waist, knees and ankles. Every night she did this ritual, knowing that if she could truly exhaust herself she wouldn’t be a danger to others. Logan and Glenn were not happy about this, they begged her to try and find a solution but she already knew what the solution was. She needed strong vampire blood, enough that over time she could purge what remained in her brain and return to some semblance of normality. But how was she to find a strong vampire when now nearly every vampire was sick? Not to mention there was no vampire she could trust, not while HE was out there… HE needed to be found and stopped first…before anything else.
