Page 2 of Rescued By the Mothman

“There he is. The monster I know and love.”

His rumbling laugh followed me as I went to grab more coffee and stretch out my wings in the break room. All my tension tended to build up across my shoulders and wings and I was feeling a hell of a lot of tension right now. My sister. All that she’d been through because of this guy, Delaney. Her job, the life she’d known, gone. The things she must have seen. My fists clenched again. The only shining light in the whole sorry mess was that she’d found her mate, and they were expecting their first child. She seemed blissfully happy, and I was glad for her. Falkon was protective of her, but so was I, so we got along ok.

I poured the scalding coffee down my throat. I knew the basics of mates, although I privately thought the whole thing was a crock of shit. A little dramatization added to make people feel like theirrelationship was special. Mom and dad had tried to drag me to the seer, but I’d made a run for it and slept in the park all night. I wasn't going to let anyone dictate my path to me. I’d choose who I spent my time with. Not some weird mystical shit.

Not that I’d ever really been interested in anyone. Not long term. It was easy enough to find a monster looking to pass the time at a local bar. The human women kept their distance. Dumb rumors about mothmen being harbingers of disaster still circulated. Well, I was certainly going to bring down a whole heap of disaster on this Delaney. There was nothing complicated about it. I’d tie him to the back of my car and drag him all the way to the jail if I had to. It wouldn’t be any trouble at all.

Chapter 2

Clarissa

“I’m just saying, I think he’s doing something rude in that booth.”

I turned from my anxious colleague and looked over at the individual reading booths running along the back wall of the library. Usually used by students wanting to study in peace, occasionally a suspicious-looking man went in there and draped his coat across his chair at a weird angle to hide his lap. She might be right.

“Have you approached him?” I asked.

Delilah shook her head, dark hair bobbing around her face. She looked apologetic, but I knew there was no way in hell she was going over there and confronting a potential creep. She was too shy. As the only other staff member in, it was down to me. I took a deep breath, had a sip of coffee, and strode over, aiming for a combination of friendly but no nonsense.

“Excuse me, sir?”

As the words came out, my eyes fell to see the man rubbing at his gross looking little cock. He looked up at me, eyes wide. Then, to my horror, he smiled. Angry heat flooded me.

“Absolutely fucking not!”

Without thinking, I dumped the rest of my coffee directly in his lap. He leaped up shrieking, cock dangling and dripping, now exposed to the entire library. Every single face turned towards us.

“You’ve scalded me!”

Admittedly, I hadn’t stopped to think about how hot the coffee still was. But it was drinking temperature, so I figured he was being overdramatic.

“Please put away your disgusting, tiny little friend and leave. If you ever come back, I’ll be boiling up some fresh tea for you.”

“You’ve injured me. I might be scarred! I could sue you!”

I looked down. His floppy member seemed red and shriveled, but I didn’t think that was because of the coffee.

“You’re right. How terrible of me! Shall we call the police and let them decide who’s in the wrong? You can see if they’ll arrest me.”

He stuttered, eyes bulging with rage, and then he suddenly seemed to come to his senses, finally tucking himself away.

“No. No, that's fine.”

It was a wise decision. My uncle was a police officer with the shifter branch and if he turned up, he was likely to flay this man alive. I stared him down until he grabbed up his coat and speed-walked out of the building. My shoulders sagged with relief as I headed back to the main desk.

“Jesus, Clarissa. You chucked your coffee over him.”

“Yeah, I didn’t even think. It was just a knee jerk reaction.”

Delilah looked up at me, shocked.

“It wasn’t even that hot, Delly. Anyway, he deserved it.”

“Are you going to call the police?”

“I’ll text Uncle Rez and tell him. I’m not sure they have the resources for minor perverts at the moment. But it’s best they know.”

Delilah nodded. We both knew that our little Appalachian town of Graybury had been struggling since a western prison had a breakout. We were far enough out not to have been affected by the full force of hundreds of escaped monsters. But enough had traveled this far that it had stretched our small police force. The shifters were a combination of police backup, mountain rescue and firefighters. That’s how small the town was. Extra criminals looking for food or trouble were becoming a problem.

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