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This week’s word Prompt is “boat”. The next few weeks we’re going to take a look at the sixth book in the Hallow Brothers series, Featherweight, before diving back into the fourth Gods of DC book.
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The attacks started shortly after his younger brother, Abraham’s, last fight. First it was just a couple of vampires making their way into the thick woods that hid the Hallows from the rest of the world. Then it was a couple of bands of the bloodsuckers with a half dozen members a piece. As the fall passed into winter the attacks grew more frequent.
Now that Spring was here, the only thing that assured that the family got any sleep were the UV flood lights that burned all night around the perimeter of their camp. He had no idea how the six newest Hallows got any sleep with those fucking things beaming through the night. He didn’t.
He looked up from his seat on the bench as the locker room door opened. Josiah and Micah strode in then stopped short. The oldest Hallow shook his head as he swatted at Ezekiel’s hands. “Zeke, what the fuck? How long did Mike spend on that?”
“I’m nervous and I’m tired. Sue me,” Ezekiel protested with a scowl.
“Aren’t we all? We’re all in the same boat, Zeke.” Micah sat on the bench beside Ezekiel. He smoothed the tape out then tugged a fingerless glove on each hand.
“This has to end,” Ezekiel replied, rubbing his brow with the heel of his hand.
“We’re trying, Bro. There isn’t much more we can do at the time other than defend ourselves.”
Ezekiel turned to look at Josiah. “What about the Book of Elvesayd?”
Josiah huffed. “What about it? Eve and Delilah have been trying to trace it. They got close but now they have more important things to worry about like newborn babies. Especially Eve. It’s a little hard to look for ancient texts while caring for three baby werewolves.”
Micah shrugged. “Sorry. Knocked that one out of the park, didn’t I?”
Ezekiel growled at Micah then shook his head in frustration. “Maybe one of us should go look for it instead of holding up in our camp.”
“Maybe you should worry about your fight instead,” Josiah chided. “Get up. Let’s warm you up.”
Ezekiel sighed as he stood. Josiah strapped pads to his forearms while Micah slipped out into the hall to monitor the fights. The younger brother threw punches at the pads as his older brother encouraged him.
Blood pumped through Ezekiel’s veins as his skin glistened with a fine sweat. Moving around woke him up which was a good thing. With as sleepy as he was before, he was bound to get his ass kicked.
They stopped as the door opened again. “It’s time, guys. You’re up next, Zeke.”