Shifting the Night Away by Terra Wolf, Artemis Wolffe, Wednesday Raven, Rachael Slate, Lucy Auburn, Jami Brumfield, Lyn Brittan, Claire Ryann, Cynthia Fox Page B
Authors: Terra Wolf, Artemis Wolffe, Wednesday Raven, Rachael Slate, Lucy Auburn, Jami Brumfield, Lyn Brittan, Claire Ryann, Cynthia Fox
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careers, they shared a house together as well. If there was one chore that Ryder hated the most, it was the dishes. You'd think with all their money, they'd have a maid, but they kept their money tied in investments and retirement portfolios. While they were well off at the moment, they were still young enough to realize it could all fade in an instant. Coming in first in this race could be a dual win for Ryder; time away from dishes and the one thing he could say he beat Draven in.
"Deal. We will go on three. Ready? One.... two.... THREE." Draven yelled before taking off in a hurry. They were neck and neck for most of the race, until Ryder fell behind clasping his calf. Knowing he was bound to lose if he stayed in human form, he shifted to his wolf form and made up his time. All four paws hit the pavement as his long, lean body closed the gap on his brother. Ryder shifted back before he got to the point where he'd be around people again and was nearly at the platform when Draven slipped in front and won. Ryder did nothing, said nothing. Just shook his head and started back to the offices of Steele and Steele Systems.
"It was a good race, Ryder." Draven said, but Ryder was already making his way back to their company building with just a wave of the hand.
One day Draven, one day you're going to be second and you WON'T like how it feels.
***
Brooke Stone stood at the dusty train station, waiting on her cab to arrive. She had just come from a short vacation and seeing her family out West. This proved to be both relaxing and therapeutic; a great way to get away from the troubles at home. She did not look forward to restarting her life back in the city. Newly single, again, and stuck in a dead-end job, Brooke was in a never-ending cycle of monotony. Nothing ever changed in her life and it seemed like nothing ever would. The only fun thing about her coming back to her home city was this ridiculous race she had witnessed at the train station. Two grown men running like they were in some zombie apocalypse movie. Too bad she was too far away to see much about it, she couldn't even tell what they looked like. Still, it was the highlight of her day, which didn't account for much. She hailed a cab and tried to forget about the humdrum of going back to work tomorrow morning.
She absently thumbed through her phone, playing a few games on her way back. When the driver pulled in front of her apartment, she tipped him generously and then lugged her bags up three flights of stairs to her door. This is where a man would come in very handy.
Home, she thought to herself, in all its glory. She looked around the room. No plants, no pets, and no one to share her life with. She exhaled, shook her head and retreated to the back of the apartment to start a load of laundry and then slipped into the shower. After disrobing, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Rounded waist, ample cleavage, full hips and ass...she liked to refer to herself as curvy. After years of trying every weight loss product on the market, she finally just started eating healthy and made peace with her curves. It was who she was going to be and perhaps one day a man would love them, too.
Chapter Two
The next morning, Brooke's alarm clock signaled the beginning of a new day as a courier. It wasn't a glamorous job, but it paid the bills and gave her plenty of exercise time on her bicycle. She hopped on her red Schwinn and peddled her way to her dispatch unit. Once there, she quickly started to look at her route for the day. Nothing major ahead of her, it seemed, as she glanced down the list. There were some personal deliveries such as flowers and express packages, with a few commercial items scattered in. Her last delivery of the day would take her to Steele and Steele Systems, to deliver some delicate computer components to a Draven Steele. She rolled her eyes after seeing the special memo: must be signed, dated, and video stamped . She hated packages that had to
"Deal. We will go on three. Ready? One.... two.... THREE." Draven yelled before taking off in a hurry. They were neck and neck for most of the race, until Ryder fell behind clasping his calf. Knowing he was bound to lose if he stayed in human form, he shifted to his wolf form and made up his time. All four paws hit the pavement as his long, lean body closed the gap on his brother. Ryder shifted back before he got to the point where he'd be around people again and was nearly at the platform when Draven slipped in front and won. Ryder did nothing, said nothing. Just shook his head and started back to the offices of Steele and Steele Systems.
"It was a good race, Ryder." Draven said, but Ryder was already making his way back to their company building with just a wave of the hand.
One day Draven, one day you're going to be second and you WON'T like how it feels.
***
Brooke Stone stood at the dusty train station, waiting on her cab to arrive. She had just come from a short vacation and seeing her family out West. This proved to be both relaxing and therapeutic; a great way to get away from the troubles at home. She did not look forward to restarting her life back in the city. Newly single, again, and stuck in a dead-end job, Brooke was in a never-ending cycle of monotony. Nothing ever changed in her life and it seemed like nothing ever would. The only fun thing about her coming back to her home city was this ridiculous race she had witnessed at the train station. Two grown men running like they were in some zombie apocalypse movie. Too bad she was too far away to see much about it, she couldn't even tell what they looked like. Still, it was the highlight of her day, which didn't account for much. She hailed a cab and tried to forget about the humdrum of going back to work tomorrow morning.
She absently thumbed through her phone, playing a few games on her way back. When the driver pulled in front of her apartment, she tipped him generously and then lugged her bags up three flights of stairs to her door. This is where a man would come in very handy.
Home, she thought to herself, in all its glory. She looked around the room. No plants, no pets, and no one to share her life with. She exhaled, shook her head and retreated to the back of the apartment to start a load of laundry and then slipped into the shower. After disrobing, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Rounded waist, ample cleavage, full hips and ass...she liked to refer to herself as curvy. After years of trying every weight loss product on the market, she finally just started eating healthy and made peace with her curves. It was who she was going to be and perhaps one day a man would love them, too.
Chapter Two
The next morning, Brooke's alarm clock signaled the beginning of a new day as a courier. It wasn't a glamorous job, but it paid the bills and gave her plenty of exercise time on her bicycle. She hopped on her red Schwinn and peddled her way to her dispatch unit. Once there, she quickly started to look at her route for the day. Nothing major ahead of her, it seemed, as she glanced down the list. There were some personal deliveries such as flowers and express packages, with a few commercial items scattered in. Her last delivery of the day would take her to Steele and Steele Systems, to deliver some delicate computer components to a Draven Steele. She rolled her eyes after seeing the special memo: must be signed, dated, and video stamped . She hated packages that had to
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