Title: Flash Fire
Summary: She sacrificed a lot for her brother so he could escape hell. Now in isolation, will she find her own happiness or will war come knocking once more?
Author Note: this is going to be a drabble, so chapters will be anywhere between 100-600 words.
Fredrik waited, his mate would be nearly home and then… then he would have to rip his life up and apart once more. He eyed the half packed house and covered furniture. They would be back if they didn’t die but things still needed to be packed so they could just pack and take to their new place.
He found three places two in Port Angeles and one in Seattle; he’d wait to see what Oliver thought of the places before he purchased them.
“Fucking damn it.” He muttered viciously before huffing and running his fingers through his dark hair.
Their Mistress was alive. They didn’t know how but Oliver had seen her being torn apart, she let Miguel use his gift and they had seen what his gift could do, even if Enyo was practically indestructible.
He let another growl escape his lips as he eyed the letter on the kitchen table, the very one that their Mistress had given them. It was a simple goodbye, that they were free and to never come back to the south, to keep an eye on her other coven if they could and Charles.
“Mon cœur?” Oliver gasped out as he eyed the half packed house and his mate staring brokenly at the table. Fear nearly crippled him and it took all his power not to stagger forward and beg for him to stay, not until he found out what was going on.
“Charles called.” Fredrik explained still staring down at the letter. “We must relocate to Seattle or Port Angeles immediately.”
Relief hit Oliver fast that his legs shook and his briefcase fell to the floor with a thud as he let it go. “We can’t just leave! It’s nearly the end of the school year!”
“Enyo is alive.” He told his mate bluntly, jerking forward as Oliver staggered back in shock. “I don’t know all the details but Charles does. A war is coming, Enyo has called us and we cannot not go mon moitié.”
Oliver nodded from his place in his mates arms. “I’ll call work tell them that we have a family emergency and we don’t know when we’ll be back. We’ll finish packing and then figure out where to go from there.”
“I have three places for you to pick from, I’ll buy it and we can drive there. Charles is waiting for our call for the details and we can meet him in Forks once settled.” Fredrik explained while letting his arms drop so he could gather the print outs of the places and handed them to his mate.
Taking a quick glance over them he picked the house that was on the edge of Port Angeles, closer to Forks. It was a nice two story home that was close to the town but far enough away that no one will bother them.
“This one. I’ll let you deal with that and I’ll go wash up and call work.”
Author Note: Merry Christmas eve guys!