Dakota
Shouting interrupted the quiet of their little town. Mahkah came running from the wall, yelling for Dakota. He and Terrell had been enjoying some lazy touching in the late morning. He reluctantly pulled himself away and put on some clothes in time to hear pounding on the door. “One second,” he called, zipping up his jeans. Terrell simply covered himself with the sheets and blankets, in case Mahkah looked into their room.
Opening the door, “What’s wrong?”
He had to double over for a second to catch his breath. Then, “There’s something at the gate.”
“Something? What, like a mutation? A dirt dog or something bigger?”
The teen shook his head. “It’s something else. I mean, I think. It kinda looks like a woman, but it’s—it’s glowing! From the inside! And there’s something seriously w
