ONE
CASTS
JOSEPH MCGILL
CLEOPATRA WINTER.
ZEPH BURTOWL
She’s beautiful, that’s all I can think of, the way she moves with her pack, the sun glimmering through her fur as she strides along the thick grass, her brown fur looks soft, it makes me want to run my fingers through them if I could, I will, but I couldn’t, She’s a werewolf, and I’m a tiger shifterrr, we are meant to be mortal enemies, but the heart wants it wants.
I turned around and trudged back to my streak, on getting home, I saw my brother leaning on the threshold of the front door with a knowing look in his eyes. I ignored him as I stepped on the porch and shifted back, my bone shifting with the sweet ache as I stood on my two feet and paddled into the house.
“You went to see her, didn’t you?” My older brother Silas asked, but I kept quiet as I walked to the fridge and took out a bottle of water,
“Answer me, Joseph!” He demanded “Yes! Yes alright, I went to see her, now buzz off you’re starting to annoy me” I yelled
“ you know we are not meant to have anything with them, they provided us with access to this land based on the deal we made to stay out of their way, and she’s already with someone Joseph please” he seethed “Well I wasn’t there when you made that stupid treaty alright? So now leave me the heck alone” I said, and I slammed the bottle on the counter and walked out.
“Joseph, you’re going to listen to me, and you will listen well ok? Mom and Dad didn’t risk their lives to get us this land for nothing, and I’m not going to watch you ruin it with your stupid obsession with a werewolf” he rambled on, instantly I was on him and shoving him into the ground as many other streak members tried to pry me off him
“say that again you stupid idiot, look me in the eye and say that once more and see if I don’t kill you now, I said I had to do this and that I needed the closure, so why are you being so cynical right now, huh?” I yelled to his face while he was struggling to scratch me.
I could see his tiger was on edge and I know I should never have provoked a cat on the prowl but Silas can be so stupid and so annoying sometimes, and it doesn’t help that he leads the streak, I’m asking for a death sentence at this point. As the rest of the guys were able to pull us apart, I could see Silas struggling, and he was not Silas anymore since his pupils were now yellow and his Tiger had completely taken over.
“Leave now, before I kill you with my own bare hands” he growled out, and unquestionably I turned and shifted in mid-jump, I needed some peace, I let the wind run through my fur and my paws hit the dirt, I could smell everything, from the smell of grass to the soil and I could hear the birds in the distance, I slowed to a jog as I neared the river
I got to the bank and lapped up some water as I panted, I sat down and watched the sun behind the mountain as it set, it was beautiful, and it reminded me of her eyes.
Her name is Cleo, and I’ve been hopelessly in love with her ever since I laid my eyes on her, I know it’s stupid, and it makes no sense and even Mother Nature is against us in every form and way but I still truly care about her.
My name is Joseph McGill, and I am a Tiger, this land we now call our own happened to be owned by the Werewolves. My parents established our streak, and they had a massive fight with the pack, and even I don’t know the reason they didn’t just leave the land and find another one, but oh well, Tigers, and their egos.
I’m not complaining though because thanks to them, I got to know Cleopatra, but I always think to myself ‘at what cost’ because they were heavily injured during the fight and even if they did live long enough to sign the treaty and all, their injury was just too great, they died in a couple of months.
My brother was the one who cried his eyeballs out not me, the doofus has always been the emotional one among the both of us, he got my mother’s sensitive nature, and I am the one with the major anger problems, I got that one from my dad, he had always been hotheaded, I’m certain he’s the one who convinced a streak of with forty tigers to fight against a pack of more than two hundred vicious wolves.
The reason I got his anger and not his strength is a major mystery to me, I am the only one in my family, heck, in the whole streak with uncontrollable anger, and Silas just knows how to push my buttons, each one of them and I exploded, just like today, even if I couldn’t take him down yet; I’m only 19, and he’s 26; I still wouldn’t let him talk crap about Cleo when he hadn’t met her, not that I’ve met her except for the day my parents signed the treaty but still, I’ve known enough from secretively watching her, call me stalker, bu I don’t care, I’m a cat, it’s what I do best.
I’m Joseph McGill and this is my story
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