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.”
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Tricia
11/5/2019 12:35:20 pm
Thank you!
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11/5/2019 09:35:30 pm
Great scene and details about their mating!. Love this line--I personally equate the scent of humans to chewing on a ball on tin foil.
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Tricia
11/10/2019 10:36:04 am
Thanks! I love that line too!
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Jean C. Joachim
11/7/2019 02:18:48 pm
I love the explanation -- especially why he doesn't eat humans! I'll keep eating my red meat and keep my iron up, thank you. Great snippet building a world and keeping me in the loop of how things go there.
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jillian
11/9/2019 06:02:05 am
I agree. I was glad to see no humans will be eaten. LOL Whew!!
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Tricia
11/10/2019 10:37:11 am
Nope! Not by the Hallows at least!
Tricia
11/10/2019 10:36:43 am
Thanks! That might make you more attractive to vampires though. ?
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Trisha Faye
11/11/2019 05:09:37 am
Great scene! This was the perfect word prompt for your story. Great job on enriching the tale each week.
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Tricia
11/11/2019 09:34:07 am
It was, wasn’t it? Lol!
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