Only Human

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Good lord! I look like a horror movie extra. I take my shirt off with a frown. I really liked this one. It was so sassy. I pout as I pull out my hoodie and throw my shirt into my bag. I wash my face and hands and thank all that is good in this world for my dark hair. I am certain I would have red in my hair if I was blonde. I zip up my hoodie as the door opens and I smell smoke. Are they burning the body?

Adler walks in with a frown.

"Is everything ok?" I ask.

"Not sure. The guys just told me about what's happening tonight. I knew about the prophecy but not the order..." his frown grows deeper.

"I told you. It's a lot." I wince. "You don't have to come if you-"

"No, I'm going to be there with you all." He cuts me off. "You're not getting rid of me that easily." He smirks.

"I wasn't trying to. I just realize that you're coming into this in the middle. It's nice to be given a choice. I won't make them for you." I shrug. His grey eyes soften and he smiles.

"I appreciate that more than you know." He says taking me into a hug.

"Are you ok?" I ask looking up at him.

"I am now. I've been waiting a very long time for you."

"How long?" I smirk.

"A few thousand years."

"Holy shit. What exactly are you?" I ask in shock. "I'm sorry, that was rude..." it's rude to ask a supe their type. It's like laying out a road map to their weaknesses.

"It's fine. It's not like I wasn't going to tell you. I'm a gargoyle shifter." He chuckles.

"Bullshit!" I almost shout with a laugh. The gargoyles are gaurdians for the spider queens. "We saw the queens last night! Oooh... they're going to get an earful tonight!" He laughs loud and deep. Oh I like that sound.

"Well, Amara has her rules. I don't understand a lot of them but I assume they had a reason. They usually do." He shrugs as the door opens and Nevan pokes his head in.

"You clean yet Ro?" He asks.

"Ya ya we're coming!" I huff making my way to the door. I see a really classy black streak on the linoleum floor.

"So who was this guy?" Kane asks.

"He was part of Grey's pack." I shrug.

"Who's Grey?" Adler asks.

"He tried to kill her family yesterday and Nevan's too. She killed him and his team... well except for me." Kane grins like the assassin he was. God damn adrenaline junkie.

"You killed an alpha?" Adler asks his eyebrows high in surprise.

"No, she killed four highly trained supe mercenaries then tortured and killed an alpha." Kane beams proudly. I shake my head in exhaustion.

"Holy shit. Our mate is a badass." Adler smirks.

"And she can cook." Nevan helps. I see Adler's smirk spread into a grin.

"Ok, we need to go." I say trying to wrestle the conversation back on track. We walk down the hall to the parking lot. "So, how much of the prophecy do you know about?" I ask.

"Um... I know that we are supposed to be the people who know your heart best. I know that you have had a rough life but no specifics. And that you are supposed to bring balance to the supe world." He recalls.

"Do you know about my parents?" I ask.

"Not really just that they were supposed to understand your darkness." He shrugs. "Why?"

"My adoptive parents are a shadowman, a banshee, an incubus and a lamia." I state.

"Oh... wow. I... I don't know what to say to that." He says honestly.

"Who else would understand where I came from?" I ask with a sad smile. His brows furrow in confusion. "I will tell you about my birth parents but we're headed to my home where my family is. I need you to be open minded. They aren't monsters. And if you can't accept them I don't care what the prophecy says I will not accept you." I say firmly.

"Understood." He smirks. "Do you mind if I ride with you? I flew here." My mind is flooded with images of this massive man squashed into my beetle.

"Of course!" I smile. Poor thing doesn't know me yet. The others however are trying to stifle their snickers. Martell, Nevan, and Kane all leave me with a kiss and head to Martell's SUV. While me and the mountain of man keep walking to my tiny little blue beetle and watch him start laughing deep and loud. Mmm... love that sound.

I giggle madly as he tries to stuff and fold himself into the passenger seat. He's a good sport about it.

We drive to the house while he fiddles with the radio and I try to ignore the crunchy feeling of gore in my hair that I missed. Ew. A shower cannot come fast enough.

I see my mates are standing in the driveway waiting for us. They smile as we pull up and get out. It's only two thirty so we have a whole afternoon until The Pit. What to do, what to do....

"I'm sorry babe. But you smell like intestines." Martell says his nose all scrunched up. He'd be cute if he didn't just say I smelled bad.

"Calm yourself. I haven't even gotten through the door yet." I defend.

"Sorry." He mumbles. Good lord he's bossy. I head straight up to the shower after letting Papa Luca know what's going on, cliff notes version.

I let the blood and gore wash off in the scalding hot water. I watch it all swirl down the drain. There's something about water that just allows you to come apart safely. So I do. I cry, I rage, and I wash. I hear the door open to the bathroom.

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