Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 6

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When I returned home after cleaning out the barn, there was a sweet smell that awoke my hunger instantly.

“Are we having meatbuns today?”

If we compare it to my previous existence, this world sits around the medieval age, and a water mill would be considered the peak of modern technology. However, the level of magic and magic tools are high. In the countryside, there is nothing to see, but in the Capitol City there are cars fueled with magic stones and airships flying. There are everyday items (mostly for the rich) such as lighting fixtures and refrigerators.

Well, although these kinds of things sell in the city, I don’t know the details. With my three abilities I have access to everyday goods like refrigerators. Of course, their cookware is likely more abundant in the royal palace.

In my previous life, even though we had supermarkets, cooking by myself was just too hot and lonely.

This is a tough world, but it’s a blessed place for food. There are things like miso and tomato sauce. Various herbs grow that have usable oils. At the sea, you can fish and find kelp and shellfish as well. In the mountains, wild boars, rabbits, and birds can be hunted, so you never have to worry about meat. Though you can also run into an orc, their meat is delicious as well. If you travel a bit, you can find bamboo. Finding bamboo shoots is extraordinary.

Bread is a staple of this age, but there is a rule that only bakeries can buy bread. Because wheat is taxed by the country, everything is done through the bakery. Of course, there is always a way out, and you can buy wheat belonging to the commercial guild (there is a grocery store in this village).

Yes, as the old man always says, if you can’t eat bread, eat sweets. This is all too true. If you can’t eat bread, eat other things.

A meat bun, yes. Nan. Yes. Ramen for pasta. Cookies, yes, please. I know how to make this even if I can’t cook. I’ll just tell someone who can.

If I casually show my little sister, her abilities will bloom. Though she’s only eight years old, she’s managed to produce a meat bun not unlike the meat buns from my previous world.

Being a villager, is this kind of ability a waste? I disregard that sort of tsukkomi. It’s up to every individual whether they want to live a life of killing. If my little sister wants to become a chef instead, then that’s good too. Do what you love while you’re still alive.

“Ah, Brother. Please wait a bit. It is almost done.”

For a country house, we have a disproportionately large kitchen (a sink with two faucets, a cooking table, and a refrigerator with an ice bin) from which my sister works while cooking lively.

“Good, no hurry, Mother is still out there.”

Our house is a Japanese-styled home where dirt is forbidden, although the living room is set up in a western style. Although no snow falls in the winter, there is also a fireplace as it gets below freezing.

I take the jar from the fireplace and pour the contents into a cup located nearby.

There is no coffee or tea, but there are several types of medicinal tea. There are things like dandelion so you can make something similar to coffee. Now, this is my favorite drink.

“Mm, good.”

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Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 5

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Well, now that I’ve finished my morning habits it’s time to check the fields and livestock.

The main product of our house is ramno (ラムノ, can’t find a translation, possible persimmon?), but it’s not possible to support ourselves with just that (in the sense of how we’d appear to the public).

Although this country circulates currency, at its core we follow self-sufficiency and bartering.

The fields are roughly 3 acres, with half an acre given to the ramno. Half of the acres are meadow, and the other half go to planting seasonal root vegetables (sweet potato).

In this world, there is no word for crop rotation, but it’s a rule of thumb that planting the same things again and again is bad. For that reason, we plant different things every year to give them a rest. However, with no knowledge of fertilizer, recovery can’t catch up and this crop would become bad.

However, I have earth magic, my memory from a previous life, and we’re surrounded by the mountain and sea. Given the fact I was the son of a farmer, fertilizer making is familiar. So the lands of our farm always have a big crop. Because of this, the wild boars and blue deer frequently invade our land.

Of course, it’s surrounded by fences and earth walls as well as traps we set up, but they are desperate to live. They invade through many obstacles.

To make matters worse, gray wolves come to corner the wild boars and deer that get caught in the traps and fencing. Well, it’s not too much of a problem because we can gather the pelts from animals caught in the traps, but it takes time and effort. Making functional fences takes a surprising amount of finesse.

Also, pests are a problem. In a world without pesticide, it is only natural you’d find insects. While it’s true I can stop the pest problem with a barrier, there is such a thing as the eyes of the public, and I try not to use it so that I can continue to appreciate how hard this life is. Well, I use it in some places.

First, I look at the Ramno. I do not see anything suspicious in the branches and there are no insects. It seems to be going well.

Mother was pulling weeds when I entered the field.

“Mother, how are the fields?”

“There is too much nourishment so the weeds flourish.”

Ha… well, the goats are happy.

The usual exchange is made and then I head for the barn.

Most of the farmers have livestock.

Wheat famers near the center of the village keep beef (water buffalo-like) and chicken to cultivate the field. Farmers on the mountain side milk and feed goats, and use horses to carry wood (the horses are smaller but stronger in this world).

My house also keeps horses and goats as well, but I keep another type of goat for their hair.

Two years ago, a hawker came from the north with a special hairy goat that inhabits colder areas.

The long hair of the goat is durable and easy to thread for a bow. It also serves good milk and delicious meat. They have a strong fertility and live on weeds.

Though they were expensive, costing three gold for a pair (about 600,000 yen in my original world), it was a really good buy. They are a very useful livestock.

I open the door to the livestock which is secretly reinforced with earth magic and barriers, to find sixteen long haired goats and six normal goats for milking. I put out twenty chickens and the horses.

I’ve checked all of the livestock on the ranch.

“Yeah, everyone seems to be healthy.”

I am satisfied and enter the barn.

Although I call it a barn, it’s really a hole dug and spread out in the mountain two tennis courts in size.

Although the livestock are divided, they aren’t confined by a fence. There is no reason to bother since I know they won’t leave because it’s safe, comfortable, clean, and with plenty of water. I concluded that there is no issue.

“Well, it looks like a good turnout of eggs today. Pretty good.”

I collect the eggs in a basket and place them on the shelf near the door so that I can clean the goat’s and horse’s bedding.

The barn cleaning takes about an hour, which is easy thanks to this body that can carry five tons. I really appreciate god’s gifts.

“Alright then. How about some breakfast.”

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Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 4

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There are two customs I have every morning.

One is to bow to the morning sun for two beats.

This doesn’t come from some religious custom in my old life. It was something I started here since I turned six.

This is a world where the weak die and death follows you everywhere. You could call it survival of the fittest.

There is no police, and the medical care has developed very little. As custom for a world with swords and magic, monsters come out ordinarily, and thieves aren’t unusual either. A famine could easily come if the weather got worse. Still, taxes were a constant. This was before my time, but I heard that it was once normal to have to sell your own daughter to survive.

Although I have three abilities, this life isn’t smooth sailing. There were once or twice where I thought I would die, and I’ve seen people die six times now in easy and unreasonable ways.

This is a tough place to live. I know this because of memories from my previous life, so I understand. I should be happy I’m alive, it’s a blessing to be alive.

I’m always thankful when I think about this. I want to express it. I want to show that I am alive so that I do not forget about my past life, but live in the present.

Bang!

“Thank you for our lives and being able to live this day.”

I bow deeply.

By the way, it never fails to rain or storm, but I have no problem because I can freely manipulate barriers.

My second habit is to visit the tomb of Oton.

Father’s tomb is right below the house looking from the front, under the big willow tree.

It is a grave with name of Oton carved into a kamaboko-shaped slate, with a sword stuck in with full force.

Compared to the tombs of my previous life it is a modest thing, but in this life it is a decent hero’s tomb (according to the talks of peddlers and adventurers).

Well, Oton is a hero, so I have no complaints.

Oton was the only exclusive adventurer in the village. He used swords and magic, and had enough ability to even fight equally with an ogre.

However, he couldn’t win against a group of orcs. He was able to drive them off from the village, but he died shortly after from his injuries.

He was a younger man than me in my previous life, so I couldn’t think of him as my father, but he was the one who raised me and protected us. I’m thankful for being alive and hold affection for him. I’d waiver rain or storm to prove that fact.

Bang!

“I am really happy to be born as Oton’s son.”

I don’t bow, but I show a smile.

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Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 3

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“Brother, it’s morning.”

I awoke to the sound of my sisters calling me.

When I got up earlier than expected and stared at the ceiling, it reminded me of my previous life.

I had been in this world for ten years. It would be good if I lived on and didn’t remember my past life, but it seems like that as I’ve become used to this life, the memories of the previous one didn’t fade.

Well, either way, I can’t return now, so I suppose I will continue to live in this world.

I get out of the black wolf fur blanket and stretch exaggeratedly.

“It is unusual for Brother to sleep so long, is something wrong?”

The morning sun was leaking through the window as the sun rose.

“No, I woke up earlier than usual, and then I went back to bed. Don’t worry about me.”

I had two younger sisters, I gave Nika a smile and reassured Sepuru.

Although my younger sisters were not knockout beauties like their mom, they were hardworking little sisters. Growing up like this, they will be good brides. But they’re husbands better be worth it.

“How’s mother?”

“She is already in the field.”

A farmer’s morning starts early. Wake up as the sun rises, take care of the fields and livestock, and stay busy preparing breakfast for everyone in the house. We eat what we produce in the fields and from our livestock, of which our main product is fruit. We bring in money by shipping dried items like persimmons across the mountain.

Now that it is early spring I do not have a lot of work. Or rather, pruning and applying fertilizer is the only job right now. It’s naturally what we need to do to make them grow.

Even so, we get up early and work because we are the children of farmers and it is an old-fashioned house. Getting up early is a habit and we need to for appearances.

Although our house is outside the village, there is a highway nearby and the farm is on the side of the mountain in full view of the village. Showing laziness may cause some to become jealous with envy.

“And Tota?”

“He got up and has already left for the mountain.”

Tota is my younger brother, just five years old. He’s very mischievous and longs to leave the house and become an adventurer. As a result, he gets the meat in the morning.

“Has he already been there?”

Although he’s only five, it is common sense in this world that if you can move, you can work. At three years old, you’re pulling weeds and it’s not uncommon to fetch water from the river from morning until evening like a slave.

“That knife that Brother gave Tota, he sleeps with it at night.”

When I was digging in the mountain, I found something silver, so I made a knife for the first time. It was good to have that kind of magic.

“Well, even though he’s five, he’s becoming a man, too, so that’s why…” I defended.

Even I used to sleep with a transformation belt my parents had bought me in my previous life.

“Well, I suppose I will work hard today.”

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Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 2

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Oh, well. That’s it.

I reincarnated without any problems. It’s good that I have my memories from my previous life for some reason. I won’t think about it too much.

In fact, there are no inconveniences at all. My parents, particularly my mother, are generous and easy-going people.

I was born in a village that farms and fishes.

It is a medium-sized village (according to peddlers) under the rule of Shanrial in the Alberian Kingdom and it isn’t bad at all.

Of course, there is no electricity and no gas. Water comes from wells or springs. The toilet is exposed to the outdoors. Well, at least I can boast the house has plumbing.

It’s nice to hear the scenery but it is undoubtable that the countryside is the countryside. However, my mind is satisfied.

In my previous life, my family home was also a farm house with fields surrounded by mountains. Elementary school was a kilometer on foot or three kilometers by bus. Middle-school was seven kilometers by bike. The station was five kilometers away from the high school and it was 20 kilometers by train. It was tough, but it builds character.

After I came of age, I started working in the city. If I made it to my late forties, I imagined moving back to the countryside to live a slower life. Had that dream come true, there would have been no complaints from me.

Seriously though, I was fortunate I wasn’t born in the slums and became a slave.

Indeed, this world is full of magic and various fantasy tools. In addition, I have three abilities. You could say my life here is more comfortable than my previous one.

Although it is the countryside, there is also an armor shop which doubles as a grocery shop and blacksmith in the center of town. The city rises early and there is never problems with food. Since a peddler comes from the castle town every month you can easily obtain living goods. If they don’t carry it, you can always order it. There is a branch of the adventurer’s guild too.

Well, when I was born it was all confusing, but I was never scared. I lived as I wanted until I was five years old, and then before I knew it I was ten.

No complaints. It was an ideal childhood, and it might be said it was my ideal slow-life.

The world is currently wonderful.

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Reincarnated As A Villager – Strongest Slow-life – Chapter 1

I’ve thought about picking this up. I didn’t like the original translations which are ‘only’ to chapter 20, and even so I asked them if I could migrate them to my site and never got an answer, so I’m retranslating from the beginning. I guess you’ll know for certain if I’m picking this up depending on if I get passed chapter 20 or not. I finished my story at machineslicedbread and am looking to return back to my own blog, lol, so throw your support if you want to see more of this as well as the return of Requiem to the Stars.

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Oh, well, that’s it.

The so-called God failed. It seems that I will be reincarnated.

… Simply put.

I guess that means I meaninglessly died, can’t you just bring me back to life?

… It’s impossible.

Well, I guess it was a meaningless death, after all.

… Don’t be unreasonably upset with me.

I’m in my mid-40s, a virgin and a temp. I had some savings, but no dreams for the future.

It was a solitary life where I might have died alone from some illness, but I unreasonably died before I had the chance.

If I died from an accident I’ll be given a funeral, at least.

If we’re speaking about regrets, my parents are alive but they have my big brother to look after them. They have many grandchildren and great-grandchildren, so my death won’t be too problematic.

… Although a child is a child, so as a genuine parent, they will likely grieve.

I have no room to talk living as I did, but at least I’m a parent’s child.

My life had good and bad in it. I lived a normal life without causing trouble, so it was enough.

… If you can say that much then that’s all you really have to say about that.

Or something like that.

… Although you were full of life, your death was a mistake. I must apologize.

You’re an honest God. The bus had fallen sideways, passengers died, and they have probably already cleaned up the accident by now.

It’s an unfortunate thing when young people die, but when you die, you die. Unnatural deaths are not unusual. I’ll just give up and enjoy the afterlife.

… but reincarnation doesn’t fit for everyone, don’t you think?

Is that so?

… Aside from that, even if reincarnation is possible, this means you’ll be born in a different world from the one your started in.

Well, you’re making the choice for me, so I have no say.

… Because of that, to you, I will give three powers as an apology. What would you like?

Three powers, eh? Kind of like a demon? Is it okay to show that kind of favoritism?

… It doesn’t matter. This God decides the truth of this world. If I give your soul these abilities, there will be no repercussions. Well, if you end up too strong I may have to intervene, just to keep things safe.

By the way, what kind of world am I reincarnating into?

… I don’t know this world well, but its technology is behind Earths and there is magic.

A world of swords and magic? Is it like a game?

… Perhaps it is similar, but keep in mind it’s all real.

Well, living in any world can be dangerous, so I didn’t expect much.

… So, what kind of ability do you want?

That’s right. I guess I want to be able to carry five tons, I want unlimited barrier magic, and Earth magic sounds good too.

…That’s a very quick decision.

I’m over forty. I thought about what kind of powers I’d want more than once. Besides, I’ve heard that too much power would only bring calamity. I’d like a better life than before, an ordinary and peaceful life is what I want, so that’s why.

I could save the world by becoming a hero, living freely, but by the time I’m over forty, my spirit would whither.

… Well, to each their own.

Of course.

Other people may want to live extravagant lives, but I would be fine with a simple life. I just want to live how I want to live.

… Then, I will reincarnate you soon.

Ah, please.

… So, good luck in your new world.

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Hawtness – Volume 3 – Chapter 1

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The stars shone brightly across the sky. I laid down with my hands stretched across the silk-like grass. I dug my fingers into the fresh moss. The sound of a horse whinnied in the distance, causing me to glance over at the edges of the forest. He appeared in the distance, finally coming for me. I had been waiting forever. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him; the boy I loved.

The horse stepped tentatively out into the clearing. My lover rode it with skill and precision. His eyes darted across the clearing, searching for me. When he saw me, his eyes glittered with excitement. Those eyes shown with a deepness and beauty that caused my skin to tingle from top to bottom every time I saw it. I gave him a reassuring smile. My prince smiled back and began moving the white stallion towards me, dismounting before he approached me.

He moved up to me, falling to one knee, “I am so glad you called me, I have loved you since the day we first met. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Jane. I love you more than life itself. Let us merge our hearts under this beautiful moon.”

I giggle as he swooped down and picked me up, his muscular arms enveloping my gentle form. He turned, gliding me away from my resting spot. His eyes never left mine, concerned only with my wellbeing. His scent intoxicated me, his warmth permeated me, and his eyes opened me up and bared my soul to him.

He laid me down on a gentle bed of flowers and moss. A burst of butterflies shot out from the edges of the canvas, fluttering into the night sky. He smiled, steadily reaching down and pulling off his tight shirt. I blushed as I admired his strong, masculine form.

“Jane, may we?”

I giggled once again like a schoolgirl, “We may!”

“You are my first, and my only, Jane.”

I could not respond. Instead, I took deep stuttering breaths as his hand reached out and untied the front of my blouse. I raised my hands, and watched as he glided it up over my head, lying it down beside me as if it was a fragile part of myself. He reached down, cupping my cheek. His lips approached mine, and we kissed. I breathed in his scent, my body tingling from head to toe. His kiss was soft, peaceful, and complete. I moaned softly, the only other sound being the crickets and forest at night.

My prince began to kiss my check, each soft kiss caressing my skin and sucking lightly, causing goose bumps to form. I shivered as he pressed his deliciously warm body against me. The kisses lowered, each one causing a tingle of euphoria to shoot down to my toes. He continued to lower his kisses. He lightly kissed my chest followed by my stomach. His hands gently glided across my stomach as he proceeded to go even lower.

He stopped, causing me to glance down in confusion. His eyes watch me with a gentle twinkle, a beautiful smile caressing his face; his head resting against my stomach.

“Jane…”

“Hmmm?” I asked.

“Can you wake up?”

“What?”

“I need you for something, can you wake up?”

“No, no, keep going.”

“Jane, come on, wake up.” The prince reached up and started shaking me.

“Oh no you don’t! We are finishing this! You get your beautiful ass back down there and finish the job! I need five more minutes!”

My eyes snapped open, and above me was a half-naked man.

“Daniel? What the hell are you doing on top of me?”

“Shhh!!!” Daniel put a finger over my mouth, “Five more minutes for what? Never mind, I’m sorry for waking you like this. I know it’s really early in the morning, but I really need your help.”

I let out a groan and a whimper. I had a dream about a beautiful half naked man on top of me to awake to see a beautiful half naked man on top of me. The lines between reality and fiction were closing in on me. Although, at the moment, I felt very sensitive, and a bit aroused. Damn it, why did Daniel have to have his shirt missing and smell so much like the forest? If he made the right move right now, he would not be leaving this bed until the morning. I don’t suppose he would be interested in late night foreplay, would he?

“What are you looking for, Daniel?” I asked breathlessly.

“Jane, I want you to be my mate, tonight.”

My mouth worked noiselessly. I couldn’t resist anymore, so this was going to happen? It seemed so sudden. I closed my eyes, spreading my arms. I am ready, Daniel, please be gentle to me.

The door creaked open and one of my eyes opened. Daniel got off of me, moving over to the side of the room. Alex walked in, a mischievous grin on her face. Now, I didn’t agree to a threesome!

Alex’s appearance looked odd. She looked plainer; her skin no longer shone. Alex looked significantly more mundane and less attractive than her usual self. As she came into the light of my small desk lamp, the reality of it came crashing down on me. She looked more like me, my mouth twisted riley. Like looking in a mirror, indeed.

“What’s going on?” I asked, covering up my lower body with my blanket.

“Ever since you took that time traveling adventure, the guys have been helping me refine my shimmering abilities. I can replicate you a lot easier now.”

“Is there any reason you’re doing that right now?” I demanded.

Alex shrugged, “Daniel begged me to be you for a few days.”

The two of us turned to Daniel, who lowered his head, “I’m sorry for the suddenness of this, but I have to move quickly or I may be too late.”

“What’s going on Daniel?”

Daniel sighed, looking back into my eyes; the sight reminded me of the man from my dreams and I looked away, “Yesterday, my bother passed away.”

Alex put her hand over her mouth. I took a few steps towards Daniel, grabbing his hand and forcing myself to glance into those big brown eyes of his. I needed to get control of my hormones, for Daniel’s sake.

“I’m so sorry Daniel, is there anything I can do for you?”

Daniel shook his hands, “No, you misunderstand. He is not my biological brother, he is my wolf brother.”

I rose an eyebrow, now a bit confused. Daniel took a deep breath before grabbing me on each shoulder and gently sitting me back down on my bed. Then, he moved to one knee on the floor in front of me, looking up with pleading in his eyes.

“I am sorry to ask this of you so abruptly. You know how I feel about you, but I know you haven’t chosen me as a mate. I understand and I respect your need for time. However, my brother who passed acted as the Alpha of our pack. When an Alpha dies, everyone from the pack must return home and decide on a new Alpha. It’s like a family reunion meets the Olympics.”

“Alright…”

“I’m at an age where I must compete to become Alpha, or be publically shamed and exiled from my pack.”

“I’m with you so far.”

“To compete, however, I must have a mate. A wolf without a mate cannot be considered an Alpha. If I do not bring a mate of my own, they will provide one for me. I do not want to have a mate forced on me.”

“So you want me to… pretend to be your mate?”

“That is what I asked, yes.”

I glanced at Alex, who just gave me a shrug. Well, my sister wasn’t going to be a lot of help. I took a deep breath. The puppy dog look on Daniel made it hard to resist. Even if he wasn’t desperate, I considered him a friend. To me, that was enough.

“Alright, I’ll do it, what do I have to do?”

“We need to sleep together.”

“Never mind, you’re on your own.”

Daniel shook his head, “I don’t mean mating. You see, werewolves have very good noses. No offense, but there is a lot of different guys smells on you. I need you to take a thorough bath, and then we will sleep close so only my scent is on you.”

“So the other guys?”

“That’s why I’ve kept this secret, the other guys would be considered a threat. If any werewolf smells another man on you, I’d be expected to kill you. If another man shows any interest in you, I’d be expected to fight him for you.”

“That’s horrible.”

Daniel shrugged, “It is the way of the wolf.”

“Does that mean my sister will be in danger?” Alex demanded giving Daniel a flat stare.

Daniel shook his head, “As long as I’m the prominent male scent on her, we should be safe.”

“Where are we going to do this?” I asked.

“We need to get a move on. There are too many people in and out of your house to clean yourself here. There is a cabin. Werewolves use it from time to time, on the way up to my clan territory. We can spend the night there.”

“You want to take my sister out in the middle of the night to a cabin in the secluded woods? This is either the beginning of a horror story or an episode of Hustler,” Alex smirked.

“Alex, stop that,” I growled as Daniel blushed.

“I’m sorry, Jane, I’m worried about your safety. That’s what sisters are for.”

I smiled at Alex, moving forward and wrapping my arms around her. “You’ll keep my secret from the other guys, won’t you?”

Alex barked a nervous laugh, “Of course, I’ll think of something to tell them. You won’t miss a day of school either; I promise.”

“Thank you.”

Alex kissed me on the cheek, giving me a tight squeeze, “Just be safe, okay.”

I nodded, letting go of her.

“Daniel, what’s the plan?”

Daniel nodded to me, and like that, his body began to transform. His rippling chest grew a bit; his face warped into a snout and his eyes turned blacker. His legs bent awkwardly, his thighs increasing in size as small tears formed in his pants. Now, I knew what kept happening to those. His nails grew into long talons, but his chest was surprisingly hairless. The hair on his head grew; he had much longer hair now with long sideburns.

This was the first time I ever got to see Daniel in his werewolf form in the full light. I had always assumed it would be terrifying and monstrous, but he in the end he was just Daniel with a cute little dog snout and pointy wolf ears on his head. I wouldn’t even be against kissing him in this form, if the mood was right.

“I’ll carry you, like we’ve done before.” He eyed me as I opened up my arms for him to carry me. “Um… you might want to get dressed and pack something for the road.”

I looked down, realizing I wore my pink pajamas and nothing else. Daniel’s face twisted. It took me a second to realize it was supposed to be a smile. I’d have to get used to figuring out expressions on his wolf face. He turned around, covering his eyes, and I began undressing.

I disrobed down to my underwear when Alex made a noise and turned away in embarrassment. I glanced over at her back. It took me a second to realize the problem. She could be a boy sometimes, and here I was practically naked. She gave me privacy out of respect. It hadn’t even occurred to me that it’d be inappropriate to undress in front of my big sister.

Then again, she wasn’t really my big sister. It seemed strange, but even now I wasn’t embarrassed. I had just come to see her as my sister. A few nights prior, there had been a particularly stormy night. The pair of us had ended up cuddling under a set of sheets, watching a scary movie with Tomodalton. It had felt nice just being with my sister. I didn’t know how I felt about that, but I did care for her. She drove me crazy sometimes, and could be a little slutty and vane, but she was family.

I quickly put my clothing on, grabbing a backpack and shoving a few pants, shirts, and underwear in it. I debated grabbing a dress. If I pretended to be Daniel’s mate, and we maintained appearances, I should probably look nice too. Then again, did werewolf wives wear makeup and dress nice? I had the impression they liked an earthier appearance. I was about to ask when the sound of a toilet flushing broke each of our attentions.

“That’s Tom, if you guys want to get away unnoticed, you need to leave now. He’d break under the pressure of the other guys questioning in seconds.”

I nodded, she was right, Tomodoltan couldn’t take the pressure of a secret. He’d fold faster than Ryan, and that boy was programmed to do whatever you asked of him. I practically lept into Daniel’s arms, holding my backpack in my hands. Daniel gave me a nod before moving to the window. My eyes widened, he wasn’t going to do what I thought he was going to do, was he?

He put one foot up on my open window ledge, and pushed off into the night. Just like that, we dove into the darkness beyond my window. I fought the urge to scream as we plummeted two stories to the ground. Daniel’s feet hit the ground smoothly, only causing me a small jolt as he burst into a sprint. The wind whistled in my ears as Daniel bounded down the street far faster that a human could deep into the night.

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