Christopher Robinson
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Granger tipped back his cup of mead, taking it all in one drag, down to the last drop. He didn’t even need to order a second. He had already become a regular at the bar now. “There you are!” a familiar grinning voice called from the entrance, “I have been looking all over for you.” “No, you haven’t,” Granger scoffed, sipping from his second cup. “No, you’re right, I haven’t.” Holden chuckled, “It’s quite clear these days that if you aren’t with Miss Ashleigh, you are here.…
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“Mmm..ok..mm….” Ashleigh mumbled against Granger’s mouth, trying to get a word in between kisses. “Grange…mmm…I need to…. mmm.” He moved her backward until her shoulders pressed against the wall. His hands snaked down the sides of her body, stopping just below her waist. His fingers kneaded along the muscle of her lower back softly before pulling her hips roughly against him. Eliciting a surprised gasp from her, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Granger had taken to kissing…
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After almost two weeks, the attacks on Summer had finally ceased. Caleb sat on the couch of his office with his head laid back and his eyes closed. A drink in his hand as his only companion. He was tired. During his time back home, he had barely gotten any rest. There was little time for sleep, whether it was planning for attacks, maneuvering rescue and repair teams around active battles, or even just handling the basic goings-on of his people. The precious few hours he did get were filled with…
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“I’m so sorry….” Granger whispered. His heart was aching, and he felt as though he couldn’t catch his breath. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He looked up at her once more, but she still wouldn’t look at him. His lungs were shrinking. They had to be. Why else would it be so hard to breathe? What else would make his breaths so short? “I’m sorry,” he pleaded once more before he scrambled for the door. He pushed it hard and heard it slam shut behind him as he burst out into the cold…
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For a week and a half, Ashleigh had been enjoying her time with Granger; they had been on moonlight picnics and walks. Had long conversations about anything and everything. It was almost like the time after the Blood Moon never happened. She was happy. It was nice to reconnect with him… every day. It was nice to feel so close to him… all the time. She loved him, but he was driving her crazy. Before, they would spend time together every day, but it wasn’t all their time. They would see each other…
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“Oh, hello. Do I know you?” Bell asked, a smile on her face as she circled the man that had walked into her office. “You look familiar. But I just can’t seem to remember your name… Jon? No, George? No… hmm… I just don’t know.” She sighed dramatically, tapping her index finger to her chin as though she were thinking hard about who he was. Finally, she walked back to her chair, dropping into it and leaning forward on her desk, staring at him with a smile. Galen let out a light chuckle. He…
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“Why haven’t we done this before?” Ashleigh laughed, opening her mouth as Granger fed her a slice of kiwi fruit. Granger laughed, hearing her make a joyful sound as she ate the fruit. “Where did you get this anyway?” she asked, reaching for a napkin to wipe away the excess juice from her lips. “Let me,” Granger said, stopping her hand before it reached her lips. He reached his hand behind her neck and pulled her towards him as he leaned forward, kissing her lips softly. “Delicious,”…
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Since the beginning of the werewolf’s existence, rogue wolves have been a problem. Wolves that ignored the call of the pack, the blessings of the Goddess. These were almost entirely feral creatures. They had submitted to the wolf in them, giving in to the primal urges and instincts. Each of the four major packs had always been responsible for keeping rogues around their territory in line. Or at the very least away from the human regions. This was why it was so strange to see the rogues had been able to…
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From the time they were pups, every werewolf was told about the great blessing of the Goddess. One mate for every wolf. One perfect match, a shared bond for just the two of you. A guarantee of love and acceptance from another person in the world. Of course, there was no guarantee that you would find that person, only that they exist. This was the story every pup knew. A story that Granger didn’t care that much about as he grew up. What did it matter to him if he found his mate? He felt nothing…
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The representatives had been around for several days now, and Ashleigh had returned to her regular duty rotations. Because the sections of training had already been planned out and she should have been training with Caleb, there was little else for her to do. She was only able to help in some of the sparring sessions but not much beyond that. Granger had at least two training sessions each day, one for scouting and another for ranged combat. Both involved long treks through the forest. Because of this, it…
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