I made it to the house down the road and told them Michaela sent me. Apparently Michaela Donovan was well known in these parts and they insisted on feeding me and giving me clean clothes. “Must have been a helluva scuffle with that bear.” I nodded. “Yeah, my mother got injured, Mich is taking her to the hospital while I took care of the rest … Continue reading The Nice Lady

My mother went headlong through the crack in the wall that was the den of a were bear. I pulled my power around me, formed a fireball to hang ready in the air and weave of air ready to let loose or harden depending on the need. My mother looked back in the darkness and frowned, “Put that gun up and put away the magic, … Continue reading Crack in the Wall

We looked around the site where the last attack happened. There was still blood everywhere. They’d cleaned up the bodies and the equipment but there was just dirt covering the blood. They left it around and the animals would scavenge what it could before the scent faded away. I could smell the coppery scent mixed in the damp dirt. Michaela’s nose was wrinkled she could … Continue reading Tracking the Bear

Both Michaela and my mother were outside with their gear in a matter of moments. I was in the back seat waiting with my ear buds in listening to calming music. My mother drove the Jeep while sat next to her. That was the extent of my knowledge of what they did after that until Michaela tapped my knee and I looked up at her … Continue reading Into the Woods

I managed breakfast. I managed not to get sick. I even managed to talk to my mother for the first real time. Without my dad sitting across from her she actually paid attention to the things I said. She kept looking at Michaela then back at me, but I didn’t say anything and I wondered what Michaela had told her. Jesse was off taking the … Continue reading Not the Bigger Man

I walked into the house and was about to turn around and walk back out because of the smell but Michaela was directly behind me and the twins were in their pj’s sitting around the island in the middle of the kitchen and were hopping of their stools, each taking my hand. Michaela laughed, “He wants a shower and breakfast.” “Shower first.” I added. Both … Continue reading Resolution

It wasn’t chilly it was fucking cold as the night grew longer. But I didn’t feel the cold. My pocket of warm air and the roof made of air kept me dry and warm as I stared up in the darkness with my sleeping bag. I hadn’t done this in a few months, and was grateful as a child I’d never had an October survival … Continue reading Under the Stars