 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week we have a picture prompt. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Ezekiel stared at the back of Dakota’s bike as he sighed. He glanced at his cell phone. They had only been on the road for a half hour and he was already bored. That and he missed her by his side. Seeing her without touching her was driving him insane.
While they were hunting Black, they were going to have to figure out how to consolidate their rides. He glanced at the cell as it rang that drill sergeant ringtone he dreaded. He scooped it up and answered it. “Hey, Joe.” “What’s happening?” his oldest brother asked on the other end. “It seems my mate and I have formed an alliance. We’re heading to Nashville now to see if he’s there. But it sounds like he’s heading west to find fresh meat. Oh, and Dakota believes he knows who has the amulet and the Heka.” “Fantastic. One more gang of vampires after us.” Ezekiel gaped at the majestic scene in front of him, a long, ornamental bridge spanning a deep valley. Lush, green mountains framed it on either side. It was beautiful to look at but he was thankful they weren’t going over it. He was terrified of heights. “I’ll figure out what’s going on. Maybe they don’t know. If they do, it would be good to know ahead of time.” “True. If our name comes up, don’t mention who you are.” “Of co…” His words trailed off as he watched Dakota take a sharp right. That was once a beautiful landscape to admire was a real fear coming up fast. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” “Ezekiel, what’s happening?” Josiah demanded. Josiah shook as he drove onto the bridge after Dakota. It was irrational. He knew it but he couldn’t stop imagining the thing collapsing with him on it.
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “howl”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota rolled her eyes as Minnie returned with a pot of coffee, two white ceramic mugs and a little matching bowl of cup creamers and packets of sugar. She set it down on the table and set a cup in front of each of them. Grinning at Ezekiel, Minnie slipped her order pad from the checkered apron tied around her waist.
He slid his hands closer to his cup. As much as he would love to antagonize Dakota, he didn’t need to lose his breakfast before he ordered it. “What can I get you?” Minnie asked him. “Just coffee for now. Maybe a bowl of oatmeal,” he answered. Minnie turned to Dakota. “Your usual, Dakota?” Dakota smiled at her as she pointed at Ezekiel. “Of course. Bring two, one for the big boy over there.” “Coming right up.” The waitress scampered off to the kitchen. Dakota cocked an eyebrow at Ezekiel. “Oatmeal. Really?” Ezekiel dumped a couple creamers in his coffee and took a sip. It helped a little. “When we’re mated, if someone who has a thing for us touches us, we get sick, like about to vomit sick. That little touch from Minnie was enough to make me want to hurl.” “Seriously? I suppose you howl at the moon, too, huh?” Ezekiel shrugged. “I don’t know. This craze overtakes us when we change. It’s hard to comprehend anything when we beast. It’s like watching a black and white movie through a fog. It’s happening but we’re just along for the ride.” He looked up to find her eyes wide. She looked terrified. “You attack humans.” He tisked at her. “Uh, no. Thanks. Cows, bears, deer, yes. Moose are fantastic. Not people.” “If you are in some uncontrollable haze, how would you know?” “Because we’re beasts and we have a heightened sense of smell. And I don’t know how my brothers feel, but I personally equate the scent of humans to chewing on a ball on tin foil. The iron in the blood makes it too metallic to me. My grandfather’s pack in Maine feels differently. They do go after humans. I don’t. And we are unable to attack our own mates, regardless.” She seemed to relax a little. “Oh.” “So are we going after Vincent Black together or am I going alone until the connection we share forces you to follow? Either way, we’re doing this.” Dakota took a sip from her own mug. “We are going to die.” “I’d like to think we’re more resilient than that.” She laughed a little then shook her head. “You’re an idiot.” “Yeah, but I’m a cute idiot. Admit it.” “Never.” He chuckled as Minnie returned, a large stack of pancakes in each hand. She set down one in front of each of them then looked at Ezekiel. “Still want your oatmeal?” He stared at the pile and sighed. He might be feeling a little better but this was going to do him in. “Nah. I better skip it.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “black”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota led him to a booth and slipped along one bench. Ezekiel took the other facing the door.
That’s when he saw it, the black painted cross hanging over the threshold. At this diner it almost blended in. A plump, blonde waitress scurried over to them, not looking up from her notepad. “What can I get you to drink?” As she looked up and saw Dakota, she squealed and continued. “Dakota, I’m so glad you’re here. What brought you back so soon?” Dakota gave her a shrug. “Just a sense I needed to be back. Minnie, let me introduce you to my friend, Zeke. Zeke, this is Minnie.” The blonde’s cheeks tinged bright pink as she held her hand out to Ezekiel. “Your friend, huh? It’s nice to meet you, Zeke.” There was a growl clear as day from the other side of the table. To egg Dakota on, Ezekiel took Minnie’s hand and turned it so he could press a kiss on her knuckles. He felt a sudden, violent bout of nausea hit him like a tidal wave. So this is what his brothers were talking about. He tried to be smooth but it failed miserably. “It’s nice to meet you, too, Minnie.” “I’ll go get a pot of coffee.” Minnie hurried away behind the counter then disappeared into the kitchen. Ezekiel swallowed back the bile in the back of his throat. “What the fuck was that?” Dakota demanded. Ezekiel shrugged. “Just trying to be polite since I’m just your friend.” “Well, don’t. She’s a nice girl. She doesn’t need to get caught up in the likes of you.” “I can’t, remember? I’m mated. Oh, yeah, to you in fact.” Dakota rolled her eyes. “What is your next move, loverboy?” Dakota smirked at her. “I graduated from ‘princess’. That’s good news. I’m going to go find the book.” “So, a suicide mission and just when I was getting to like you.” “You like me, huh?” Dakota’s eyes narrowed as she smiled. It was enough to send raging lust through Ezekiel’s core. The cold metal of his zipper pressed dangerously against his hard cock. “There are parts of you that I enjoy immensely,” she replied softly. “Huh.” Ezekiel ran his tongue along his bottom lips then swallowed hard. “Maybe we should join up and hunt for the book and Black together. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the parts of me that you like so much.” “But then I have to deal with the parts of you that drive me crazy, too.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “fussy”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The early morning sun and chirping of birds pierced through Ezekiel’s groggy, sleep smothered mind. He couldn’t imagine he got much sleep. He was alright with that. He’d pull an all nighter to have sex with Dakota.
A low groan escaped his throat as a bare bottom rubbed up against him. It elicited a prompt response from his cock. The tight quarters across the bench of his truck worked in his favor. There was little room for Dakota to move that wasn’t against him. He had a feeling it was what lead to they long, passionate night. She turned enough to give him a sleepy smile. “Good morning.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Her mouth parted a little to accept it. “Good morning,” he replied. She arched against him. “You’re not the only one awake, I see.” He growled at her. “He’s awake and hungry.” “Me too.” Ezekiel pulled her tight against him. “Then let’s fix that.” She squiggled against his grasp. “As much as I want to, I’m actually starving. I need to eat. Let’s go find breakfast.” She pulled free of his arms then popped open the truck door. He watched, dumbfounded, as she climbed out of the truck then searched for her clothes. She pulled on each article of clothing as she found it. Watching her wander around the woods stark naked looking for her things left him in awe of her. Nothing could possibly spook her and interrupt her mission. She was a badass. She held up his jeans of the crook of her fingers. “Gonna need these?” He grinned at her. “Bring them to me.” Dakota cocked her head at him. “What? Is my big, bad werewolf afraid to wander around the woods naked?” “Your werewolf, huh?” “Come get your pants.” “Dakota, I live in the forest and you wouldn’t catch me dead wandering around outside naked.” “You have no adventure.” “You got me.” Her smile grew bigger and more devious. “If you crawl out of that truck and come to me, I’ll make it worth it to you.” Ezekiel raised an eyebrow. She peaked his curiosity. “Really?” “Really.” He shrugged then scooted across the seat. He stopped short of the door. For all he knew there was someone out there about to see him in all his bare ass glory. It was enough to make him scuttle back an inch or two. “I’m waiting,” she reminded in a sing song voice. He growled at the challenge. Launching himself from the truck, he stalked across the clearing to her.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “fussy”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The dark silhouettes of the tree line nearly blocked the taillights of Dakota’s bike from Ezekiel’s sight. The place was starting to remind him of home. Ahead, he could see the ripple of water reflected in the moonlight.
Night had already fallen before they got back to the campground to get Dakota’s motorcycle. The ranger looked a little annoyed when Ezekiel told him he was leaving. Granted, the guy might have been asleep but Ezekiel wasn’t about to wait. Dakota had someplace to be and Ezekiel wasn’t about to let her go alone. There were dangerous things looking for blood. That and the mating urge was so strong it was starting to scramble his mind. They stopped at a bar long enough for a beer and a greasy burger each before driving to this lake. Ezekiel didn’t miss the black and red cross behind the bar above the multicolored glass bottles. Then they hit the road to the middle of nowhere to sleep. It wasn’t creepy or anything. Okay, maybe this was freaking him out a little. Not enough to make him change his mind, but it was spooking him nonetheless. She stopped next to the water’s edge then the lights went dark. Ezekiel pulled up beside her and shut off the motor. She was leaning against her bike as he climbed out. “I offered to get a hotel room.” Ezekiel sauntered towards her. “You keep spending your money on motels, you’ll be broke in no time,” she chided. She motioned to the trees around them. “Will this do for you?” Ezekiel grinned as he pulled her into his arms. “I’m not fussy.” His lips caught hers as he held her tighter, feeling her melt in his arms. His whole body flared hot at her touch. Finally the mating thing worked for him. She pulled away and smiled. “Before you get excited, you might want to get to work on the air mattress in the saddlebag of my bike.” “You carry a saddlebag with an air mattress in it?” “You’d be surprised what you’d find in it. I live on my bike.” “We could sleep on the ground.” “In the mud?” “Or,” he pulled her into another kiss. She parted her lips to deepen it. The air mattress was going to have to wait. He didn’t have the patience for it at the moment. There was plenty of room in the front of his truck for two. All he wanted was her naked.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “orange”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota and Ezekiel rooted themselves to the side of the road until the van was out of sight. It was then he noticed the rusted gasoline cans where the vehicle had been.
“How many kids do you have?” Dakota asked. Ezekiel huffed. “None. What makes you think I do?” “That was certainly some certified daddy material there.” He smirked at her, catching as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “Nieces and nephews, that’s it. I’m not fertile unless it’s a full moon.” “Full moon? What’s so special about that?” “That’s when I beast out at night. During the day, I am human and up to procreate. So you’ve been warned. Now, what kind of job do you need us to do?” Dakota motioned to the house. “We need to get rid of the evidence.” “Aren’t you going to call the coroner?” “And have them do what? There is no way any law enforcement will figure out what happened. And if someone does come up with a vampire attack, it will be a conspiracy theory at best and people we don’t want nosing around these parts will show up. That’s bad news for people like you.” “So you’re saying the local sheriff has no idea why all these arson fires suddenly pop up.” Dakota paused. “He knows. He’s part of our network. He turns a blind eye and lets us do what we have to do. He keeps suspicion away from us.” “I don’t understand…” Dakota sighed as she threw up her hands. “If some crazy person suspects the vamps and turns attention on Vincent Black and his crew, they will see it as a threat. And do you know what they do with threats? They attack and innocents are killed. We don’t want that.” “You’re going to destroy those poor girls’ home?” “They will have a new one. Trust me, they won’t want this one anymore. I’ve been in their shoes. The nightmares don’t stop. They will always see the asshole murdering their parents over and over if they remain here. They’ll be okay. Better than okay. So pick up a gas can and help me.” Ezekiel grumbled under his breath but he followed her. The container was heavy and cold as he hoisted it up and followed her back into the house. He dribbled a trail up and down the hallways as Dakota saturated the floor in the living room. He didn’t want to think about what was going happen to that poor couple even if they were dead. He got back to the front door as Dakota scrapped a match along the matchbook. It flared to life. “Get out,” she ordered. “I’m right behind you.” “Dakota.” She dropped the match on the floor, igniting the puddle at her feet. The gasoline ignited blue first as it blazed through the house followed by a deadly orange flame.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “laughter”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He pulled into his spot and killed the engine, the trees around him were blanketed with the black of night. The bright glow of campfires peppered the landscape. Children’s laughter floated through the closed window as sleep pulled Ezekiel under.
He nearly jumped out of his skin at the hand slamming into his driver side window over and over. He pried open an eye then turned his head to find the source of the commotion. Dakota stood on the other side, staring at him. Why was it when he saw her, or even thought about her, he got hard as a rock? “What the…” he protested. “I need your help,” she replied. “What?” He voice slurred, still heavy with sleep. “Oh, for the love of fuck, wake up.” She strode around the nose of the truck and popped open the passenger. She climbed inside then stared at him. “What are you doing?” Ezekiel demanded. “Do I need to drive?” Dakota countered. “How’d you get here?” “I rode my bike. I hid it. We can come back and get it later. So let me ask again. Do I need to drive?” “No,” Ezekiel grumbled as he flipped the key in the ignition. The truck started with a rumble. He flipped on the headlights then carefully pulled out of the spot. There wasn’t much conversation other than the occasional direction. Ezekiel kept his concentration on the road ahead but it didn’t stop his erection from growing harder by the second. His brothers weren’t kidding. This mating thing was hell on a werewolf. He took a second to glance at Dakota. She stared out the passenger side window but she was visibly squirming in her seat. He smiled a bit. Maybe she was going through the same torture. Some little part of him hoped so. Misery loved company after all. “Stop here,” she ordered. Ezekiel scowled but did as he was told as he turned into the drive of a modest single story house. It was by itself on the side of the highway with not a neighbor in sight. No lights were on to indicate a sign of life. He followed her lead as she hopped out of the cab and stormed to the front door. She didn’t knock or anything. She barged right in. “What the…” Ezekiel hurried in right after her. Someone had to stop this crazy bitch. Just inside the threshold he froze in place. He had good news for his brothers. He found the one thing that could smother the mating lust in the matter of seconds as he stared at the bloody dead bodies lying on the floor.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week we have a picture prompt. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The waitress stared at him for a long moment before she wandered away. Ezekiel sighed as he took another drink of coffee. This was definitely a new world he was in here in the South. Here, everyday folks knew what was after them and they bonded together to survive it.
Maybe they should try that back in Duluth. It would work, except for the fact they would probably have to tell everyone they werewolves. Second thought, he should scrap that thought. A plate of steaming breakfast food was pushed in front of him followed by a carafe of coffee. A bowl heaped with mint chocolate chip ice cream smothered in chocolate sauce, whipped cream, chopped peanuts and a cherry brought up the rear like an afterthought. Ezekiel scowled, puzzled, at his waitress. “Ice cream for breakfast?” She gave him a shrug. “Something about you tells me you’re gonna need it.” She shuffled down the counter to help the other customers. Ezekiel cupped his fingers around the bowl and tugged it in front of him. The eggs could wait. Momma would have never allowed this as a morning meal, even when they were adults and mint chocolate chip was his favorite. Once he finished his dessert, his entire meal and the full pot of coffee, he paid his bill. He left a hefty tip under the plate and he studied the cross behind the counter once more. The poor woman lived in this mess. She deserved it. He made his way to the truck and hopped in. After looking up directions to Nashville on his maps app, he fired it on and sped down the highway. When night fell, he was a few miles outside the city limits. He turned off the road at a campground sign.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “evil”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  She scooped the menu out of his hands like she didn’t trust him with it. She probably figured he needed the kids menu instead. “Be right back with the coffee.”
Ezekiel took in his surroundings as he waited. There were a couple in the booth behind him having a conversation in low tones. Two men in overalls sat at the far end of the counter sipping from white chipped mugs as the read the paper. The walls were sparsely decorated in a pop culture fifties motif. There was even a jukebox playing tunes in the corner. He turned his attention back to the area behind the counter and that’s when he saw it. A cross hung from the wall stained as black as it could be. A red line of paint was drizzled in the center of each beam to look like blood. It make every hair on Ezekiel’s body stand on end. The waitress returned with the mug and a little bowl filled with sealed cartons of creamer. She set it before him then picked up a glass on the counter. She polished it with the dish towel that had laid beside it. Ezekiel pointed at the cross. “That’s a unique piece. It doesn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the decor.” The waitress gave it the briefest of glances. “It’s a symbol.” “For?” he pried. She huffed then set the glass down. “There is evil in this world, one your puny Yankee mind couldn’t comprehend. That cross indicates that this is a safe place for those that wish to escape that wickedness.” It couldn’t mean what he thought it did. “Evil? Try me.” She scoffed at him then leaned against the counter to get closer. Her smirk revealed a few missing teeth. “I don’t want to scare you, boy.” “I don’t think you can.” Her grin grew wider. “What if I told you that vampires roam this area? Creatures that will pin you to the floor and suck the blood right out of you.” Ezekial picked up a tub of creamer and tore the top off. He poured it into his coffee. “I’d tell you I ran into a bunch of them in a bar about thirty miles west of here.” Her smile faded as her eyes widened. “You escaped them?” “I did. I held my own with the help of a hunter named Dakota Ross.” A small smile graced the lips of waitress. “Ah. I see. Dakota is an angel sent from heaven. She patrols these parts enough to ward the evil off. I didn’t realize she was back in this area. She was here last week.” Ezekiel took a sip of his coffee to hide any emotion he felt at hearing this woman talk of Dakota. “Well, who knows what higher power sent her back to you.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “unhappy”. We are taking a bit of a step back this week then be on track next week. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  When Ezekiel reached his truck, he pried open the door quietly. Tossing his bag onto the passenger seat, he climbed in behind it. Firing on the old beast, he shifted into drive before he slammed the door shut. He drove down the rut filled road with branches smacking the windows, taking the corners as carefully as he could while keeping up his speed. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as sunshine filled the cab when the truck hit the pavement of the highway.
He waited until he was well south of Duluth before he checked his cell. There were seventeen texts and a dozen missed calls, all from Josiah. Ezekiel took a deep breath and hit the button to redial. “Turn that piece of shit around and get home,” Josiah demanded with a growl. “Hey, Joe,” Ezekiel replied as he swerved to miss a chunk of blown tire on the road. He nearly lost the cell phone pinched between his ear and shoulder. “How’s it going?” “Fuck it, Zeke. I’m not kidding.” “Listen, I know you’re unhappy with me but hear me out.” “There’s nothing to hear out. There’s no one there to protect you. Together, as a family, we’re safe. Strength in numbers.” “Together in the camp we’re sitting ducks. Do you have any idea what’ll happen if the bloodsuckers figure out how to disable our UV lights? We’ll get massacred.” “What are you doing, then? Running? Saving your own ass?” Ezekiel let go a surprised laugh. “I’m bringing the Book of Elvesayd home. We already have the amulet and the Heka. If we have all three, we can call the shots.” “By yourself?” “Who else is going to go? You all have families. I have no one. Josh is the only other one unmated and one of us should stay home to protect the family. Am I wrong?” There was silence. “I don’t like this.” “Didn’t figure you would.” “We can’t help you if we don’t know where you are. Turn around and get back here. You have a fight to concentrate on.” “All due respect, bro.” Ezekiel tapped the screen to end the call then powered the phone off. Tossing the cell on the seat beside him, he focused on the road. He had a long journey ahead of him. He’d rather risk death by vampire than die in a car crash. |
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