GLINDA THE GOOD WITCH OF NORTH [ 2 Min ART PROGRESS VIDEO ] There Is A Mini Galinda Glitter Patch Tutorial

almost 30 sec of spinning X'D !!! FLASH WARNING 12 sec in !!!

this is the last brain rot one! got some other r.e.p.o animation sketched out for the future :D

i don't see it as brain rot i just see it as a meme video.

robot to (c) R.E.P.O Game

OIIA OIIA (Spinning Cat) song version (c) W&W on tiktok

art/animation(c) Hardsara

sketch drawing of the rainbow divas i did before the dolls where out. (i'm gonna finish them so they look all 3 looks fancy)

art made by and belongs to (c) hardsara

Rainbow Divas made by and belongs to (c) mga/shadow high

oh the emotions!! And the details of the smel. Love that you made one for this series too. Aww happy wolf 🥰

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 12

The night air was cool on her skin and soothing on the wounds on her leg which had ripped themselves open again. Twigs and rocks dug into the bottoms of her bare feet, but she barely felt it, walking through the trees, the full moon hanging heavy above. She found she could see in perfect clarity, as easily as if it were day. Scents filled her nose and she breathed deep. The smell of the trees, the soil, various animals. She could also smell them, their scents faint and mixed in the rest, but she would still know them anywhere, could pick them out from the sea of different scents.

Sy smelled like the desert rain, sharp and earthy.

Geralt smelled like air before a heavy snow, cold and clean.

August smelled like summers’ night, humid and rich.

Walter smelled like a thunderstorm, ionized and heavy.

Mike smelled like a spring day, light and full of life.

All of them smelled like...

Home.

How did she get out here? Why wasn’t she in the cabin with the others? She remembered losing consciousness on the couch, but when she came to she was out here with no memory of having left. Surely they would have tried to stop her? Surely they wouldn’t have left her alone?

“She can’t have gone far.” Sy said as they left the cabin.

“I was only gone for like two seconds!” Mike said.

“Mike, stay here in case she comes back.” Walter said.

“But—”

“We’ll find her, don’t worry.” Walter said, holding his shoulder and he nodded.

“What if she goes Feral?” Mike asked but no one responded. They already knew what the answer was but didn’t want to voice it.

“Geralt, you got her scent?” Sy asked.

“Blood from her wounds.” He said, his nostrils flaring as he pulled in deep. “This way.”

“Sam!” Sy called out as they started off into the trees.

“Samantha!” August called out.

“You need to come back, love!” Walter yelled out.

“We shouldn't have left her with just Mike.” August said, “One of us should have been there too.”

“Shoulda, woulda, coulda, Walker.” Sy said, “Nothin’ we can do about it now ‘cept find her and bring’er home. Geralt?”

“This way.” He said, heading off into a direction. His shoulders were tight, movements deliberate, and he made no noise as he walked, moving silently over the forest floor. He was hunting.

What was she doing? She needed to go back. Turning, she started back the way she came but she honestly had no idea if she was even going the right away. Did she walk in a straight line? Or did she just wander aimlessly?

A shiver ran down her spine and her breath hitched as she felt something pushing at her from the inside, the sensation of fur running over her skin. Another shiver, stronger this time, and she fell to the ground, her legs giving out from under her. The bones of her hands popped and contorted, pain ripping through her body. It seemed to go on forever, her body tearing itself apart and putting itself back together again.

Then it was over and she got to her feet, huffing a sigh and looking around, seeing everything in sharp relief. The ground was solid and cool under her paws, the smells somehow stronger as they went through her nose. The wind shifted and she smelled them, not far off.

Her first steps were faltering, stumbling slightly as she got used to suddenly having four legs instead of two, but she soon found her rhythm and her steps came quicker and faster. First a slight jog, then a full run, then a full on sprint, her body lowering slightly and her ears going back as she darted through the trees, leaping over fallen logs and weaving through the underbrush.

“Wait.” Geralt said, holding out a halting hand. “Something—” A wolf suddenly darted past them but slid to a stop, turning on a dime and heading back to them.

“Holy shit.” Sy said, a wide smile pulling over his face when he saw her. “Look at you!”

“You’re gorgeous!” Walter said, taking a knee, and she ran over to him, licking at his face as he buried his fingers in her fur. She bounced around them, going down into a bow, her tail wagging back and forth.

“Okay, okay, baby girl.” Sy said with a laugh. He was the first to shed his skin, his russet wolf joining her. Walter was next, then Geralt, then August. She ran and jumped, launching herself off August’s back and darting off into the trees, dodging the indignant snap of his teeth.

They chased her through the trees, trying to keep her in sight but she was fast and agile. Splitting off from each other, they spread out, trying to move around her to cut her off.

Sy came to a stop in a clearing, sniffing at the air and looking for any sign of her. A slight shifting of leaves was his only warning before she darted out from the underbrush, colliding with his side and sending them both tumbling across the ground. They shifted back at the same time, rolling to a stop with her laying over him and she propped herself up, looking down at him with a wide smile.

“Hi!” Samantha said and lowered herself to kiss him, giggling into his lips when he pressed back, wrapping his arms around her. “Is it supposed to feel this great?”

“How’s it feel, baby?” Sy asked.

“Freeing.” She said, “Like a weight I didn’t even know was there has lifted.”

“Bein’ a wolf suits you.” He said and she smiled again, leaning down to give him another kiss as his hands pushed down her back to palm her ass, giving her a squeeze. Her nails ran over his scalp through his buzz cut and he shuddered, rolling them so she was under him “I want you. Right here.”

“As much as I want you too right now, I don’t think I’m comfortable enough to do it in the middle of a forest.” Samantha said, “Let’s go home.” He gave an impatient growl but rolled off her, watching as she shifted back and took off, leaving him to shed his skin again and follow. She seemed to know exactly where to go and how to get back from the cabin and Sy let out a brief howl when they got back to signal the others to return, hearing the answering howls not long after. She gave Mike the same greeting she had given them, licking at his face as he buried his hands in her fur, his lips pulled in a wide smile.

“You worried us, sweetcheeks.” He said and she gave him another lick before heading up the stairs, Sy following. “I’ll wait down here for the others.”

She was shifted back when he got to his room and he did the same, kicking the door closed behind him. Her eyes moved over him slowly as he approached the bed and her arms opened for him, pulling him in as he leaned over her, her giggle against his lips as he kissed her making him smile.

“I need you, Sy.” She breathed as he ran his hands over her skin, stoking that fire inside her, and she whimpered as he slipped a hand between her legs, easing two fingers into her and starting to pump them lazily.

“Fuck, baby. Gettin’ so wet for me.” He whispered.

“Alpha, please.”

“I’ll take care of you, my Omega.” He said and withdrew his fingers, taking himself in his hand and giving a couple short strokes before aligning them. “That’s it, baby.” He starting pushing into her, her eyes closing tight as he stretched her open. “You feel so damn good.” Finding his rhythm, she almost sobbed against his lips as he moved within her, holding his face in her hands.

“Fuck, Sy.” She whimpered and he pulled his knees up for greater leverage, panting into her lips as he pressed her down into the bed, her legs around his waist. The full moon light came in through the window and a growl left his lips before his pace quickened, the sound of them coming together filling the room. His Mate. His Omega. Only his. He swallowed the sounds she made every time he pushed into her to the base with a kiss, feeling his claws slide out from under his nails. Her orgasm took him by surprise and she cried out, her body shaking in his arms as she clenched around him in shuddered waves. If anything, it made him move faster, harder, fucking her through her orgasm and pulling another from her before he pushed into her fully, his teeth sharp when his lips pulled away from them in a snarl as he released into her.

Her lips were soft as she pressed light kisses to his face and he took her mouth in a deep kiss, his heart thundering in his chest.

“Again?” He asked, his voice breathy, and she nodded.

“Again.”

-Ivy Lakestone -

icy witch for october, with some stars ofcorse

art,Ivy (c) Hardsara

haaa!!! i’m so happy you like it. :D i remember you saying you like the hawtorn michael with the devil pin clasps the best so i chosed to remake him to that version. then i took sojourns head XD just to get that “i got power” pose. ye i though the wip lookt a bit dead so i shaded the eyes a bit to give it a bit more life even if it’s not finished. (it is fine with me. you chose if you want to delite it or not)

wip.[idk if i will delite this wip] 

still wanted to post the progress of the artwork i’m working on for @guiltyfiend even if they deactivated they acc. hope they are doing alraight.

the colors looks a bit off but it will look better with shading ;) the blouse she has are inspired from one photo of her with a flower blouse she has.the crystal are there because i love crystals and it’s a bit of an artwork mark i have + i though it would match with michaels look :3

-Clawdeen skulltimate-

was unsure of the dolls skin/fur tone since the gen3 signature doll has a darker fur tone then skulltimate doll has. so i just went with original clawdeens fur tone.(the one from the series/artwork)

got inspo to draw her ears the usual way i would draw people with ears from DA and tumblr artist that pointed it out, that it was a bit silly. idk why i never did them my way when i draw the fanart in my style in the first place :P

Clawdeen belongs to © Monster High/Mattel/Garrett Sander

art made by and belongs to © Hardsara

Happy midsommar/midsummer to everyone :D!!!

Love it🥰

Blood Curse Ch.2

Pairing: TBD

“I’m sorry.” Melody said, bringing her head up from her hands. “Run that past me again? My ancestor cursed your guys’ ancestor into turning into a wolfman on the full moon?” She sounded incredulous and they didn’t blame her.

“Sounds batshit, doll, but it’s true.” Sy said. He had shown up at one point and was leaning against Walter’s desk while Walter sat on the short couch he had in his office with Melody.

“Trust me, Melody.” Walter said, “If someone did to my daughter what Albert Marshall did to that little girl, I would put a bullet in his head and call it a day. Consequences be damned.”

“Okay, then.” She said, dropping her head back in her hands.

“The man was a monster, so the girls’ momma cursed him to be monster.” Sy said, “I don’t think she expected it to get passed down, though.”

“Yeah, probably not.” Melody said, picking her head up again. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.” Sy said.

“I’m not saying I believe you guys, because it sounds pretty fucking unbelievable, but I—earlier I felt...something.” She said, “And when you came into the room, I felt it again.”

“Your blood cursed ours.” Walter said, “It feels the curse.”

“You’re takin’ it better than your relatives, though.” Sy said, “Last Cartwright witch I met tried to kill me.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“New boot in Iraq, just outta Basic. He got transferred to my command. First patrol we ran, he shot at me. I told the brass it was an accident and pulled some strings to get’im transferred.” Sy explained briefly and she blinked at him. “Yeah. He was probably told that if he ever ran across someone like us, shoot first and ask questions later. We sorted shit before his transfer so he knows that not all of us are rabid beasts, but ya know.”

“Right.” Melody said and looked over at Walter. “You have a daughter?”

“Faye. She’s twelve.” He said, “Her mum and I are divorced and Angie has primary custody. I have her every other weekend and on school holidays. “ He shrugged, “When work allows.”

“Does she—don’t tell me your daughter...”

“Only hits the men.” Sy said, shaking his head.

“Oh thank god.” She said with a relieved sigh, her eyes closing briefly. “So, wait, that means you two are related, right? I mean, distantly. Obviously not directly, you obviously grew up in vastly different environments.”

“Second cousins.” Sy said, “We share great-grandparents. My grandma, his great-aunt, moved from the UK to the US, settled in Texas, got married and had babies. His grandpa, my great-uncle, stayed in the UK. We have another second cousin, August, whose grandma, our great aunt also moved to the US and settled in DC.”

“How the hell did you guys find each other?”

“One of them mail in family tree things.” Sy said with a shrug, “It’s how I found Walt, and a few weeks later August, who’s got some shady government job, rung us up.”

“O-okay then.” She said, “I mean, wolves pack together, right?”

“Never thought of it that way, but yeah.” Sy admitted. “Actually, hold on. Walt, can I use your phone?” Walter made a gesture and Sy went around his desk, punching in a number and putting it on speaker.

“Walker.”

“Hey, Auggie, it’s Sy.” He said, “I got a...well, we got a Cartwright witch here.”

“Are they still alive?” August asked immediately and her brows jumped slightly.

“Yeah she’s still alive, ya donkey!” Sy said indignantly.

“Hi there.” Melody chimed in.

“Why is she still alive?”

“Because we’re sitting in the middle of a goddamn police station and we ain’t fuckin’ animals.” Sy said, “Thought we should give you a heads up, bye.” He hung up the phone, almost slamming the receiver down. “Donkey.”

“He seems...nice.” Melody said and Walter snorted, laying his hand on her back and rubbing slightly. “Sy, Walter said...he said I “made it quiet”. What does that mean?” Sy explained the growling they all constantly heard and she gave a heavy blink. “Well that sounds like an aggressive form of tinnitus.”

“Ya get used to it.” He said with a shrug and she pushed up from the couch, going to him. His hands clenched at his sides at her approach, but he shook them out. Laying her hands on his chest, his jaw clenching at the contact, she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. All tension suddenly left his body and he pressed a hand to Walter’s desk to keep himself upright. “It’s gone. Fuck, I didn’t realize how loud it was until it stopped.” Leaning into her, he rested his head on her shoulder. “Shit.” Her hands came around to press into his back, moving over his t-shirt. “It’s so fuckin’ quiet.”

“Glad I could help.” She said, her hands still moving over his back in soothing motions and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck. A sigh deflated his chest as he held her and one of her hands went to the back of his head, her nails moving through the dark stubble covering his scalp.

“Shit.” He sighed, holding her tighter and Walter got up from the couch, going to them. She looked at him as his hand laid between her shoulders and he leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closing.

“So quiet.” He whispered. The growling had started to come back but it faded again as he stayed close to her, taking in deep breaths. There was no anger, none of the red hot rage that was constantly boiling just beneath the surface, threatening to break free if he didn’t maintain control. There was...peace. He never let Angie see that side of him, never laid a hand on her, or even yelled at her, but she could see it, could feel it, some primitive side of her brain reacting to his Beast. It had ended his marriage.

“Your office door is locked, right?” She asked and he nodded. “Okay, good, wouldn’t want someone to walk in and see this. It’d destroy any shred of professionalism or respect.” Walter chuckled slightly, Sy huffing a laugh against her neck.

“We ain’t makin’ ya uncomfortable, are we?” Sy asked.

“No.” She said, “Surprising, seeing as I just met you two today.”

“Uh, Lieutenant?” There was a knock on his office door. “Your cousin is here. Your other cousin.”

“What the fuck is August doing here?” Walter asked, pulling away from and Sy gave her some respectful distance too as Walter went to the door.

“I swear, if he tries to draw on you darlin’, I—”

“I’ll be fine.” She reassured him and Walter stepped aside to let him into the office. He stood a couple inches than Walter, shoulders wide and build powerful. A neat mustache covered his upper lip, offset by the heavy stubble covering his jaw. On anyone else, it would look ridiculous, something out of a 70’s adult film, but it suited him. His eyes hardened when they fell on her, the pale blue going icy, but she didn’t back down, meeting his eyes with her own. He wasn’t the first man she faced with a top notch death glare, he wouldn’t be the last.

“Easy, Walker.” Walter said but he pushed past him, heading for the desk with purpose. Sy pushed her behind him, putting himself between her and potential danger.

“Get out of the way, Derek.” He said, standing in front of him.

“Not until you take a fuckin’ breath, August.” Sy said, “She ain’t her family.”

“She’s a Cartwright.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t even know about that whole mess until an hour ago.” Sy said.

“Melody’s parents died when she was little.” Walter said, echoing what she had told him earlier, “She was adopted by another family with no connection and was ignorant of her family history until we told her.”

“Bullshit, she has their name.”

“Changed it when I turned eighteen and I dug up my adoption record.” Melody said from behind Sy, “I want nothing to do with my adoptive parents so I sure as hell don’t want to carry their name.”

“She didn’t know, Walker.” Walter said, “She didn’t know. The daughter shouldn’t be punished for the actions of the mother.”

“And the sons shouldn’t be punished for the sins of the father.” August said, his jaw clenching.

“You’re right.” Melody said, “You, all of you, had nothing to do with what happened. You had nothing to do with what your ancestor did, just like I had nothing to do with what mine did. You can hate me all you want, but I didn’t put this on you.” There was a pause where he did nothing before he gave a single nod and took a step back.

“I’m movin’, but if you try anythin’ we’re gonna have problems.” Sy said and August nodded again, watching as Sy stepped aside. They stared at each other for a moment before she extended her hand and August looked at it before placing his hand in hers.

“Nice to meet you.” She said and he nodded, shaking her hand. “Now, I can try something with you that I did with the others. I did it without realizing it to Walter, and Sy was a successful experiment, but if you’d like I can turn down the volume of the...growling. If you’d like.”

“She made it quiet, Auggie.” Sy said, “I can actually fuckin’ hear myself think now.”

“You can do that?” August asked.

“Sy said earlier it’s because my family gave you the curse, so I can control it. Kind of. I can’t...to be honest I don’t know what I’m doing or how I even can, but...but I’d be willing to try with you. It worked for Walter, it worked for Sy, but again, I won’t do it without your permission. Seeing as you have...issues with my birth family.” He just stared at her for a long moment, as if weighing his options.

“Do it.” He said.

“I think—I’m going to have to touch you. Is that okay?” She asked and he nodded again. His gaze was unwavering as she stepped in close, reaching up to lay her hands on his chest and he pulled in a sudden breath, his jaw clenching as his hands came up to hold her shoulders.

“Easy.” Sy said cautiously. Melody closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Whatever she felt made her brows knit together slightly.

“There’s...resistance.” She said, “I can’t—with you two it came forward on it’s own, but with him, I—I don’t know if I can—”

“Whatever,” August sniffed, “You—”

“Wait!” She said, cutting him off, her brows jumping. “There!” His shoulders suddenly slackened and his breath left him in a rush.

“It’s gone,” He said, “It’s quiet. It’s been so long I—I forgot what the quiet sounded like.”

“It’ll come back.” Walter said, “She turns down the volume, but it’ll come back. It’s only temporary.”

“Still.” August sighed, “It’s quiet. She made it quiet.”

+ this is also why i don’t write :3 this types of visuals are fun to do.

____

reader backing away, blushing.

hits the wall. have no where to got.

smack. hand besides her head. who is it? demon michael?

no just normal disney prince michael and his demon shadow.

michael looks her in the eyes. goes down on her level.

reader blushes more. O///O he takes his left hand and squeezes her round cheeks and says.

-ooh~! arent you tiny and cute ~ <3 

reader destories the romantic momment

- hows your knees? 

- what?

- well i’m tiny and your super tall

she says while his leggs are chaking from trying to stay in the same half knelled position. he emedietly stands up.

-shut up

how dare the tiny thing say that when he tried to be romantic and dare to smile about it  :<

Ah blue wolf, blue moon. hope she kicks Napoleons ass, hehehehe😈😂

Once in a Blue Moon Ch. 4

“Okay,” Sy said as he walked into the kitchen after he heard the shower start, the younger man leaning against the kitchen island with a can of soda. “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“She didn't say?” Mike asked but he shook his head.

“Only that she went to your room, but she didn't want to tell me what happened after that.” Sy said, folding his arms over his chest. “So talk.”

“I don't know, Sy!” Mike exclaimed, “I was laying on my bed listening to music on her phone and she was just suddenly there.”

“Then what?”

“She...jumped me.”

“She jumped you.” His tone was disbelieving.

“Yeah, climbed into my lap.” He said, “It started to get a little heavy but then she just threw herself off me and onto the floor. You know the rest.”

“You were pitchin’ half a tent when I picked her up off the floor.” Sy said with a shrug and Mike’s cheeks tinted a little in embarrassment.

“Is she okay?” He asked and Sy nodded.

“Leg stopped bleedin’ by the time I got her to the bathroom. She’s gettin’ cleaned up.”

“Alone?!” Mike asked, “What if her leg gives out again?! What if she falls and cracks her head on something?! What if—”

“Mike!” Sy barked, snapping him out of it and he went silent. “She’s seems comfy around us, but she ain’t comfy enough to have one of us in the shower with her! You gotta remember, we’re basically strangers. We’ve been helpin’ her best we can, but she don’t know us and shit, kid, we don’t know her.”

“This is all my fault.” Mike said and the other man gave a sigh.

“You lost control. You made a mistake.” Sy said, “Walt puttin’ that filter on her memories helped her process without relivin’ the trauma, helped her move past it, but you gotta move past it too.”

“Oh, for the love of—!” They heard and Sy went out into the living room, seeing Geralt walk down the stairs with Samantha in his arms in a Princess carry, her hair wet and her skin still slightly flush from the shower, wearing the football jersey and shorts Sy had left in the bathroom for her. “I can walk!”

“Quiet.” He said simply.

“I’ve handled stairs with a leg injury before!”

“Enough.” He said and she huffed, crossing her arms over her stomach in a sulk.

“Feelin’ better, sweetheart?” Sy asked and she nodded. “How’s the leg?”

“Hurts, but manageable.” She said as Geralt carried her over to the couch, laying her down gently, “Arm is annoying, though.”

“Lemme see.” Sy said and knelt by the couch as she presented her forearm, taking it in his hands gently and looking over the tears in the skin. “Ain’t as bad as your leg. You got full use of it?” She nodded, “Numbness or tinglin’ in the fingers?” She shook her head. “Then you’ll be good. It’s sore?”

“Yeah.” She said and he huffed.

“We’ll keep an eye on it. Wounds won’t go south so we can keep’em unwrapped. The other infection in your system will keep that from happenin’.” Sy said and she looked away from him, pulling her arm out his grasp slowly.

“Yeah. That.” She said, “I don’t have problems with wolves. I don’t. I just...”

“I gotcha, babygirl.” Sy said, reaching out and tucking a lock of damp hair behind her ear. “Geralt, you’re hoverin’.” The man just shrugged but didn’t move from his station behind her shoulders.

“Hey, Sam.” Mike said, coming out of the kitchen where he had been hiding.

“Hey.” She said, not looking at him right away. When she did, Sy heard her sharp intake of breath through her nose, saw the pulse jump under her jaw and her burgeoning wolf pushed forth into her eyes, making the color glow. She closed her eyes tight, shaking her head and grabbing a throw pillow, hugging it to her chest. Geralt hummed, the sound low and almost a growl.

“Her wolf recognizes him.” He said, “Makes sense. He infected her.” She pulled her legs up, her fingers weaving into her hair. “Samantha?”

“The howling is coming back.” She said, her voice small as she pressed her forehead to her knees. “It’s so loud.”

“I’ll get Walter.” Mike said but stopped at the gesture Geralt gave him.

“You.” Geralt said.

“What?” Mike asked.

“Her wolf is trying to call to you. Go to her.” He said and Sy stood, backing away as Mike went to the couch, kneeling by it.

“Sam?” Her asked, laying his hands on her arms. “Can you hear me?”

“With your wolf.” Geralt said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I don’t—” Mike said, looking up at him, “I’m not an Alpha.”

“I know, but you infected her. Her wolf is your responsibility.” Geralt said and Mike swallowed hard, closing his eyes. When they opened, the color had gone almost glacial and Samantha picked her head up, her hands falling as she looked at him. Her lips parted as he reached out to hold the back of her neck, thumb moving over her jaw. There was a low growl that cut off and Sy looked at Geralt as he stretched his neck, his eyes closed tight and his jaw clenched.

“Geralt? You good?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” There was an edge to his words that were said through clenched teeth.

“Walk away.” Sy said and Geralt opened his eyes to look at him, the normally amber color a liquid gold. “Walk away.” He stomped away into the kitchen and Sy followed after one last look at Samantha and Mike who seemed to be in their own world. “What is with you? I’ve never seen somethin’ like this get to you.”

“I don’t know.” Geralt said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and twisting off the cap, draining it in one pull before throwing the bottle in the recycle bin. “There’s something about her. Sets my wolf on edge.” There was a crash from the living room that had them running back into the room, seeing August holding Mike in the air by a hand around his throat.

“Walker!” Sy snapped, “Drop’im!”

“He touched her.” August ground out, his fingers tightening and making Mike’s eyes go even wider.

“Enough!” Samantha yelled, a roughness to her voice and everyone froze, looking at her as the pulse rocked through the room. She went to take a step forward, but Walter held her arm gently. “Put. Him. Down.” No one moved. “Now.” August lowered Mike to his feet and released him, Mike jumping away from him and going to Samantha, all but hiding behind her. “Apologize.”

“I’m not—”

“Do it.” She said and they stared at each other before August looked away.

“Mike, I’m—”

“It’s fine.” Mike said, rubbing at his neck, “I’m fine.” The edge in the room abruptly dropped, making them all almost flinch and she turned to Mike.

“Are you okay?” She asked and he nodded.

“I’m fine, sweetcheeks.” He said and she gave a nod.

“What the fuck is happening?” August asked.

“Holy shit.” Walter said, “I never thought I’d ever—

“Walt?” Sy asked.

“She’s a Blue Wolf.”