Othello Monologue
“Yeah she is. I have no idea how Dom is going to take it though. You remember Beau talking about the thing I used to have with him… I honestly don’t know if all my feelings for him are gone yet.”
“Don’t sweat it, Otto. Things will work out for you in the end. They always do.” Morelli easily read the expression on my face because he was laughing in seconds.
“Okay maybe not, considering our line of work. Oh come on, sport liven up! You’ve found your mate! I haven’t even found mine yet and I’m far older than you.” Now it was my turn to laugh.
“Oh what? You think you’re older than me?
“Well unless you are forty-eight I’m older than you. Witches age slower than werewolves. I’m a hybrid. Which is why having a mate bothers me so much. If my werewolf …show more content…
You’re far from it. Everyone in Beau’s employment is different somehow. We all had a difficult backstory to give us the strengths that Beau employs us for. As Lexi so crudely profiled, I’m the exile with a condemning sense of honor. Yes, Othello she profiled me. I was hired for my loyalty and resourcefulness. You were hired for your connections and your ability to make new ones at a moments notice. The rest of your profile she left out. I think she liked to keep the brutally honest one to herself. She’ll tell you what yours is if you ask. Sometimes I wish that I didn’t though. It brings up bad memories. My mother, my father and of course the one thing we all seem to share, our hatred of …show more content…
We arrived back at the pack house some time later, still having not spoken to each other. I took a deep breath in, letting my senses reach out so I could recognize who was where in the house. My senses were not as sharp as most other wolves, but for someone who has their blood mixed with two different supernatural parents I was lucky to even have what I have.
I walked into the meeting room, my eyes settling on the half full table in the middle of the room. There wasn’t anyone else in the room and as soon as I stepped in the room, Morelli shut the door behind me.
“It’s nice of you to finally join us, Othello,” Casey said, his voice crisp and firm, his eyes hardened as he half glared half assessed me.
“You can sit next to Beau.” I nodded, doing exactly as told. God, I hated Alphas. If it wasn’t for the job we were about to work, I wouldn’t be in a hundred feet of the ‘oh mighty Casey Shadowswood’. To say I disliked the man was an understatement. Nothing could be done about that though, my work often took me in the ranks of Alphas. I might not like it, but I tolerated it for the good I knew I could do.
“And now for the plan..,”
“Don’t sweat it, Otto. Things will work out for you in the end. They always do.” Morelli easily read the expression on my face because he was laughing in seconds.
“Okay maybe not, considering our line of work. Oh come on, sport liven up! You’ve found your mate! I haven’t even found mine yet and I’m far older than you.” Now it was my turn to laugh.
“Oh what? You think you’re older than me?
“Well unless you are forty-eight I’m older than you. Witches age slower than werewolves. I’m a hybrid. Which is why having a mate bothers me so much. If my werewolf …show more content…
You’re far from it. Everyone in Beau’s employment is different somehow. We all had a difficult backstory to give us the strengths that Beau employs us for. As Lexi so crudely profiled, I’m the exile with a condemning sense of honor. Yes, Othello she profiled me. I was hired for my loyalty and resourcefulness. You were hired for your connections and your ability to make new ones at a moments notice. The rest of your profile she left out. I think she liked to keep the brutally honest one to herself. She’ll tell you what yours is if you ask. Sometimes I wish that I didn’t though. It brings up bad memories. My mother, my father and of course the one thing we all seem to share, our hatred of …show more content…
We arrived back at the pack house some time later, still having not spoken to each other. I took a deep breath in, letting my senses reach out so I could recognize who was where in the house. My senses were not as sharp as most other wolves, but for someone who has their blood mixed with two different supernatural parents I was lucky to even have what I have.
I walked into the meeting room, my eyes settling on the half full table in the middle of the room. There wasn’t anyone else in the room and as soon as I stepped in the room, Morelli shut the door behind me.
“It’s nice of you to finally join us, Othello,” Casey said, his voice crisp and firm, his eyes hardened as he half glared half assessed me.
“You can sit next to Beau.” I nodded, doing exactly as told. God, I hated Alphas. If it wasn’t for the job we were about to work, I wouldn’t be in a hundred feet of the ‘oh mighty Casey Shadowswood’. To say I disliked the man was an understatement. Nothing could be done about that though, my work often took me in the ranks of Alphas. I might not like it, but I tolerated it for the good I knew I could do.
“And now for the plan..,”