Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday where I share some of my writing. If you missed the last chapter, check it out here.
Here is this Friday’s:
The Shift Runners moved through the other people in the room so they could be closest to the Valdoobal. Three individuals led the way: Domenic, Haywood, and Ezekiel, friends of the girl who was taken.They spread out across the front so they could each analyze and dissect the ancient beings.
Domenic, werewolf of the three, stood front and center at a pleasant 6’3″. As much as he was outside his skin was still a little pale with light hair and thusly considered the defect of his litter, nevermind the fact that he was one of their best fighters and situational analysts.
As if he were steam passing through a grate, Ezekiel maneuvered his lean frame to the right, scanning the bunch as he passed. He kept his eyes low for many glanced his way, trailing his path, drawn to him. For a witch he was well built, a cross between a cyclist and a swimmer with dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a smirk that could turn metal to liquid. He got settled in position and wondered where Haywood was.