Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. This week's word prompt is "mother". We're back with Samuel in Heavyweight, the third book of the Hallow Brothers Series. **There is some adult language in this excerpt.**
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He took her hand in his then led her back to Henry. Glancing over his shoulder, he scowled. Josiah wasn’t the only one nosing into their business. They had a full audience now including his mother. Fantastic.
He turned back to his mates, shutting the rest of the world out. “The tattoos on your back are the marks of my ancestors. When we have sex with the ones chosen for us, they appear.”
Delilah laughed as she shook her head. “I have studied cultures from all over the world. None of them have this sort of mystic voodoo.”
“You keep saying cultures, Delilah. I said species.”
“Species indicate not human. Are you saying you’re not human?”
“Not entirely. My mother is human. My father was not.”
“And your father was?”
The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. It was a relief to share his deepest, most intimate secret with someone finally. “A werewolf. Just like I am.”
Delilah’s smile faded. “A werewolf, huh? Do you think we’re stupid? Don’t insult our intelligence.”
“I’m not kidding.”
“Werewolves are mythical creatures. I want solid, scientific fact. That’s what I base my life on.”
“Well, sweetheart. You’re going to be in for a surprise.”
Samuel didn’t realize he was still holding his truck keys until they were torn from his hand. He met Henry’s angry, confused glare.
“You said you loved me,” Henry accused.
“I do, baby. You know that.”
“Then you tell me a bullshit lie? A story so far fetched it’s folklore? If you didn’t want me to meet your family, fine. You don’t have to humiliate me in front of them.”
Samuel’s voice broke as he pleaded with Henry. “Please, stop. Listen to me. I swear to you that I’m telling you the truth.”
Henry glared at him for a few moments more. Then he took Delilah’s hand. Together they stormed off to Samuel’s truck. Deep down in his gut, Samuel knew he should run after them, stop them, move heaven and earth to keep them there.
Instead he stayed rooted to the ground as they hopped in and sped off through the trees.
“Dude, they just stole your truck,” Ezekiel said, a hint or awe to his voice.
Samuel couldn’t answer. His heart was shattered pieces in his chest. He told the man he loved the truth, then watched him walk away and leave him. And Delilah? He didn’t know what he felt for her but watching her go tore him apart.
“Never fear, bro,” Josiah remarked. “They can’t go far. Eternal bond, remember? They’ll be back. The only question is how long you can go without your wheels.”