"My life is nothing but fun, Cher," Mallow replied with a snort, his hands already making quick work of her shirt. Soon he was leaning in and initiating another kiss, making his way down her neck and giving her a bite. She shivered some, give a soft sigh at the sensation of his fingers tracing her spine up to her hair. "You're beautiful," he breathed, pressing his body closer to her. "You're blind," she replied in just as hushed of a whisper, her hand reaching between them to cup Mallow's bulge.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before the both of them were in bed.<br/><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Brie had been rather quiet during their way back home and was quieter still as they walked to their room. She could easily tell Thyme's bad mood and even though she doubted he would take it out on her, she didn't want to risk irritating him any further.<br/><br/>"Gonna have to have a talk with the Alpha about respecting boundaries..." Thyme stated quietly, almost as if he had not intended to be heard. It was the first thing he had said since they left the hospital. "Thyme, please don't put yourself in an unnecessary situation. Have Ghost send Kai or something," Brie requested gently. Thyme, despite how he tried to present things to Brie sometimes, had a knack for being in the most dangerous of assignments for PM. Of course he was always fine (except for maybe one or two times that she was not allowed to speak about). Someday his good luck would run out and what would she be left with? An empty room in an organization she wasn't sure should exist?<br/><br/>She wasn't in a very good mood, though she had tried her best to keep it reeled in. She felt tired and sick, that was for sure. She had overworked, once again, and she knew she was going to pay for it the next day. She felt like she was paying for it right then. "I mean, obviously they weren't too keen on starting too much shit if they backed off when you showed up. Those wolves didn't even put up a fight...How serious could this guy be if that's the case?"<br/><br/>"I ultimately trust your judgement, but please take into consideration my feelings, Thyme. I don't want to lose you to some stupid rivalry."<br/><br/>----<br/>When Mira had awoken in Kai's bed, it took her a moment to recall what had happened. She gave a groan as she turned her head some, a pulsing pain resonating in her skull. She had been walking with Plum into Kai's room--and just as Mira noticed Plum move to grab something, it was too late and everything had gone black. Plum was going to kill her, she realized.<br/><br/>But she hadn't...why?<br/><br/>She reached up with anxious, slender fingers to where the pain seemed to radiate only to find...nothing. Not even a bump or the soft give of a bruise. The pain was certainly there, though, along with her hair being clumped as if something had dried in her hair. She wiggled her fingers around to separate the hair and brought her hand in front of her to see hard flakes of blood. "The...fuck?" she muttered out loud, sitting up and looking around her. The pillow was badly stained with blood and, as she took in her surroundings, she realized there was evidence of quite the struggle with blood spots, knocked over pieces of furniture, and the broken book end Plum had cracked across her skull. Was all that her blood? If so...<br/><br/>How the fuck did she survive?