Sisters By Chance - The Dawn (Book Two)

Your Room, My Room, Our Room

Raven's POV

Newt Scamander is sitting under the sun on a large ship with his luggage in his lap, mumbling reassuring words. The sky is blue, and the sea is calm. He carries it to the 1920s customs, where he snaps the lock to muggle mode before the man opens it up. The inspector sees nothing out of order and sends him on his merry way. Welcome to America, indeed.

The starting scene of; Fantastic Beasts and where to find them is uneventful. But it has my mind racing as the thought of how to solve all my problems hits me.

'That's it!' I gasp while jumping off the bed and heading for the door.

'Where are you going, little bird?' Tim questioned, making me stop in my tracks.

He's right. I need my wand. I turn on my heel to go back and grab it when he grabs me. A yelp of surprise escapes me, and he quickly let me go as if hit by an electric shock.

'I need my stuff, no a bag, no something smaller! Do I have something smaller? Oh, Princess might have it! I'll ask her.' I rant more so to myself. The air around me becomes a vacuum as I'm sucked into nothingness - only to reappear in her living room.

'SOFIA!' I bellow, 'I need a small bag, ASAP!'

A gaging beside me snaps my attention to my right. Tim is on his knees, clutching his chest. I hadn't even noticed he followed as I- transferred myself here. He must have still held on to me somehow.

'Oh, you'll feel better in a minute. Just breathe through it!' I hum as I comb through his hair. 'PRINCESS?' I scream again. Tim groans and covers his ear.

'Please, not so loud!' He begs.

'Oops! Sorry.' I whisper, still working through his silky locks. Tim straightens his back and tilts his head to the side as if listening for something.

'Um... Raven. We should go. We can come back later!'

'What, why? I need her now!'

'Well, she's busy!' Tim tells me as he stands to his feet. A soft blush creeps over his cheeks. He's still as good as naked, only wearing boxers.

His defined muscles distract me, and the soft curves of his biceps make it impossible for me to think straight. I pull my eyes from him and look around as I ask him; with what? I can't see or hear anything.

'Just trust me, they don't want to see us right now!' He whispers while pulling me toward the door. I pout but follow him out of the house.

Tim breathes a sigh of relief as the door closes behind us at the top of the stairs.

'You'll be the death of me! You can't just appear in people's homes while they're... busy!'

'Is that code for something I should understand?' I ask, still puzzled. The fact that he hasn't let go of my hand hasn't gone unnoticed. Tim shakes his head before snapping it to look up at the second store of the house.

'Let's go home!' He tells me before pulling me in and kissing the top of my head. When I lift my wand, he pulls my hand down. There is a look of panic in his eyes.

'No! I'll bring us home.'

I guess he's not a fan of magical transportation. 'Sissy!' I snort, making him growl. Midnight darkness has taken the place of the baby blues. A cocky smile spreads over his lips.

'Oh, little bird!' Thor breathes. Without warning, he swings me up on his back as he jumps off the sets of stairs. My yelp mixes with the sound of popping joints and snapping bones. I land on his hairy back with umph, clutching my wand as he trots down the driveway. He does that hissing sound, reminiscent of a chuckle, taunting my racing heart.

*

The whole way home, I elaborate on my plane, telling Thor and Tim what I intend to do. I've been unable to uphold my promise of transfiguration. However, I know how to extend and expand small spaces. I did it with my tent, and I'm sure I can enhance the inside of a bag enough to fit a person and more.

'So I need a backpack or something!' I concluded. The October air is chilly as it sweeps past my bare arms and legs. I shiver, still clutching my wand and his fur to hold in. He slows down, lifts his head, and sniffs the air. A shiver travels through him as he releases a howl. The sound echoes through the air until it dies down. Then I heard another. It seems he has set off a chain of howels throughout the perimeter. The packhouse comes into view. Six large SUVs stand in front of the house, and a large group of people has gathered. Mr. Bossman greets a man as tall as him with a firm handshake. He's leaner but has the same aura of authority radiating from where he stands. Thor slows down as we approach them, giving me time to inspect them more thoroughly.

'Wow, that's some sexy eye candy!' I breathe in awe. Thor huffed darkly - snapping his jaw.

'What? They're sexy!' I shrug. He can play jealous all he wants. I'm allowed an opinion. We stop and watch Alpha invites them inside. They follow the two leaders like sheep into a barn and disappear from view.

'Come on. Move!' I order sternly, shoving my heels into his sides. My ride growls, but he follows directions without any more fuzzing. He walks up the stairs and inside the building through the double doors. The entrance is stuffed with men conversing. Some give us sideglances, yet non of them show the slightest interest in moving out of our way, making me sigh before I bellow. 'Hello, boys! Be dolls and move your sexy asses out of the way. I'm in a hurry!'

A few chuckle before moving to the side, but some look annoyed and hold their ground. Two of them even have degrading smirks on their faces, looking at me like; yeah, right!

Men!

I'm towering over them on Thor's back as I sit up straight while twirling my wand between my fingers like a drumstick.

'tss, tss, tss... Gentlemen, move. Or I'll help you!'

The previous smirks are gone by the recognition of my species. There are huffs and snorts, making Thor growl. A couple of men bare their teeth, and their eye color shifts.

'Down, boys!' Their Alpha commands as he comes back from the dining room. His voice is stern but trailing as if he would prefer another order.

'Raven?' The new moon Alpha questions as he comes out behind him. 'You know how we treat guests around here, don't you?'

'Bossman,' I greet our Alpha as I extend my arms and lower my head in an extensive bow. 'I did ask nicely at first!'

His eyes cloud over. He nods slowly.

'Would you like to try again?' He asks me while raising his eyebrows.

'Would all you fine specimens move your tight buts out of our way? We're in a hurry!' I say while beaming at the men below me.

The men move this time, letting us pass. I thanked them lovingly before turning to yell back at Alpha as Thor took me up the stairs five steps at a time.

'Thank you, Bossman; you're the man!'

He raises a hand my way while talking to the other Alpha, probably explaining who and what I am.

*

Harry is seated on his couch, glaring at Tim. He's standing by the door like a scolded child. I can't feel his eyes on me, so he's probably looking at his feat. This hierarchy thing is weird. He's a grown-ass man, not some kid.

'So I need a backpack!' I say, ignoring their silent brawl. I've been pacing the room back and forward, confessing my inadequacy and revealing my plan to fix it.

'Why didn't you tell me this sooner, darling!' Harry sighs while taking a break from staring Tim down.

'I thought I could solve it. I'm used to fixing my own shit.'

'You should have told me anyway...'

'She's been practicing in the woods for days...' Tim mumbles. Doggie shuts him down with an angry growl, cutting his sentence short.

'Why are you still here? And why is she wearing white?'

Tim bows his head but stays put, making me scold Harry.

'Don't be mean. Tim's my eye candy, and I can wear whatever color I like!' I hadn't even noticed that the t-shirt on my body, acting like a dress, was white.

Harry's eyes suddenly cloud over before his face erupts in a grin.

'Well, your eye candy has to leave! Our guests need all the guestrooms.'

'You can't kick him out of his room!' I snort as if obvious to a shrugging Harry.

'I'm not kicking anyone out. Alpha is ordering the relocation of Tim and Tobias. Tobias will use one of my guestrooms. I don't care where Tim goes...' He states coldly.

'You have two f*****g guestrooms!' I yell, not liking the thought of Tim moving out. He'll be far away.

'Yeah, too bad both are occupied!'

'Sense when? Tobias doesn't need two rooms.' I huff as I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at him. He's being stupid. He's supposed to be a good guy, not petty like this. Harry looks at me with compassion as he extends his arms for me to walk into his embrace. I bury my face in his shirt. His voice is soft as he whispers against my head and holds me in his arms.

'Sweetheart, you're staying in the other room!'

'You're kicking me out?'

'No, I just figured you didn't want to share my bed any longer. Not now...' The instant affection for my friend disappears suddenly as the air goes thick around me, and the hairs on my neck stand by the unease of it. It's as if my blood boiled from rage under my skin, and I can't breathe. I look up at Harry and feel the panic grow inside me. What the f**k is happening? He's gazing down at me with sudden worry lacing his face.

'You're alright, sweetheart?'

'No!' I whimper. 'I feel weird...'

His eyes cloud over as he pulls his eyebrows together. He lets go of me with a sigh and steps back to take a seat, leaving me confused on the floor. My finger shakes as I look at him and plead for answers.

'What's happening to me?'

Harry looks annoyed, but not at me. I follow his eyes to Tim. He's standing by the door with dark eyes, glaring at Harry. His fingers are shaking. His chest is heaving, and his nostrils flare.

'Fine,' Harry huffs. That word sends Tim off like it's a sign. He strides through the room toward me. His strong arms wrap around me, and I slowly return to normal. He's in basketball shorts he has borrowed from Doggie, but that's all. The rest is bare skin and muscles. A new tremble travels through me as I seek my arms around him and caress his back with my nails.

A deep rumble in his chest vibrates through me, making my skin tingle. I need to bite my lips to hold back a moan from this simple closeness.

'What was that?'

'The bond,' Harry sighs while Tim rubs his nose into my hair. 'Why must all the strays live in my apartment?' He continued, making me laugh.

'You love me, and Tobias, just admit it!'

Harry rolls his eyes, but at least he doesn't deny it.

'Charlotte should have a girly enough backpack for you. I'll get it while you bring your stuff to whichever room you'd like for yours.' Harry tells us as he stands to leave. 'He can stay if that's what you want. But only if it is what you want. I don't care what he wants!'

'Love you!' I squeal at his back. He waves over his shoulder before disappearing out of view. I hide my face against Tim's chest, inhaling his scent. I keep letting my fingers glide over his back, scratching his skin softly with my nails. Pleaserfull shivers traveled through his body at the sensation, and a smile rolled over my lips.

'You're staying with me tonight!' I tell him while letting my lips caress his bare chest. His voice is husky as he answers me feebly.

'Do I have a choice?'

'No!'

*

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Harry came with a black leather backpack with silver details, telling me Charlotte said I could keep it. Then we moved my things to one of the spare rooms. Or rather, I threw my suitcase in a corner, telling myself I'd pack up later. The room feels like a forest - dark green walls, hardwood floors, and furniture in a dark walnut with soft gray fabrics. I pulled on a dress and a knitted jumper - going back to black. But not until I had hidden Tim's t-shirt under the bedsheets. He won't be getting that back anytime soon.

Tim and I walked down the stairs to his room, hand in hand. I needed physical contact. The overwhelming rage from before took me off guard. It wasn't something I'd ever imagined, and it had made me think. The bond exists between wolves, but how come I can feel it? I can't recognize his smell as he did mine. But my mind was obsessed with him even before we spoke. I have felt drawn to him, so when he didn't just pull back but pushed me away. It hurt.

I study Tim as he gathers some clothes and toiletries, emptying his room swiftly and putting everything in a small bag. He's still barely dressed, and it's distracting to see his bare skin and muscles contract and relax as he moves his neck, upper body, and arms. The air is sucked out of my lungs as he straightens up and stretches his arms over his head with his back turned to me. Who knew such a simple move could be so sexy?

'You're sure your not a god?'

He freezes before throwing a glance over his shoulder at me.

'You sure you're not a goddess?'

I laugh hard at his statement before I answer. 'Yeah, I'm sure!'

'I'm not,' he tells me. His gaze lingers on me as if relishing me with his eyes. That gaze is the only thing in the world making my knees weak. I bite my lower lip in a sudden urge to contain myself and divert my eyes to my hands resting in my lap. Shyness is an unfamiliar feeling, yet he makes me feel timid in a way I never have.

A groan and moan escape him. His voice soars from close up. 'Please don't do that!'

I look up at him through my eyelashes, not understanding.

'Don't bite your lip and divert your eyes. I'm, I can't. You don't know what that does to me...'

His eyes flicker between Tim's and Thor's in the most mesmerizing way possible. He places his fist under my chin, using his finger to coxing me to look up at him properly. He relaxes visibly and smiles down at me. Interesting.

*

Dinner was busy. There are usually lots of people, but adding new arrivals was insane. Men, men, men. Most of them are men. I've kept to Tim's side and decided to dine at his table today. Tobias, Kayden, and Michael are there, with more men. Warriors, by the look of it. It's a never-ending sea of them.

'I guess you two made up?' Kayden jokes as he sees us holding hands.

Tobias and Michael gawk. So they didn't know.

'I suppose you could call it that!' I smirk. Kayden laughs with twinkling eyes.

'What else would you call it?'

'Showing off my new s*x toy!' I shrug. Tim's hand jolt in mine, and I smile lovingly at him. 'Isn't that right, handsome?'

Tim swallows hard before smiling faintly with a red color rising on his neck. The rest of the table laughs hard. My confidence resumes its hold on me. I'm back to being me again.