Two Against The World

Her Guarded Heart

Pixis' POV:

I can't believe I'm  late again! Although I'm the General Manager and no one will dare to tell the owner, I still hate the fact I'm late. I guess that's what happens when time is something that no longer matters, the sun rises, and it sets, being immortal has that effect on the brain. I should really keep a calendar. 

I live and have raised my pack in the human world, out side of the city so we are able to live in secret, but still have the socialization we need, or they need to survive. Having to blend in makes my life a little bit hard, as you already knew, I'm a huge hybrid mix. It's hard to hide your wings, your tail, your glowing red eyes and everything else from the world  around you. Especially when you're as late to me. I better get off running. 

The snapping of my bones could be heard for miles if I wasn't alone in the forest. My clothing for work held tightly in my mouth, I take off running. I love the feeling of the grass under my paws, the wind in my fur and on rainy days, puddle jumping! Yes you read that right, Puddle  Jumping, I'm old, not dead. 

Luckily I am the first one in the Studio this early in the morning, so I have time to change back into my human form when I get there. It's a big day for us, We're finally opening our doors. I run Night Sky Studio, it's got a radio station up stairs, a music production studio on the second floor and the bottom floor is a night club. My office is at the very top floor of the building, that's where all the magic happens, and by magic I mean the constant ringing of my work phone as people respond to the advertisements we put out in the weekly news paper looking for undiscovered talent. 

I look for a clock on the billboards as I run past, still in my wolf form I have to be careful now I'm in the city. even at this early hour (last time I looked it was 5 am). While most of the world is sleeping the cities are still awake, luckily for me my wolf is smaller, all white with red eyes, I have been known for humans to think I'm a lost dog so I can move around quite easily. Stopping at a local cafe which gladly gives me a bowl of coffee and a muffin. 

I finally reached the back alley of the office, looking around I can see there is no one nearby. This is the only spot of the building that has no cameras (thank goodness for that). I focus and see my human form in my mind. Slowly my body shifts back to my "as human as I get form". I'm smaller then most females, standing all of five feet tall, I'm all around average other than that. I have white hair that I dye frequently and grey eyes. I'm really nothing super special to look at. 

After getting dressed I unlock the doors and begin my morning routine. Turning all the lights on, each floor has it's only small control panel so I take the stairs up. It's just faster then stopping in the elevator on every floor. I finally reach my office. Letting out a sigh I sit in my black swivel chair, switch on the computer and wait for it to boot up. 

I pull out a drawer in my desk and shift the papers on top. Pulling out a photo frame of my rejected mate and I. I study it for a moment scoffing at how fake my smile was and how fake that whole two years of my life was. Horrible memories come  flooding back, the sound of him yelling each time I wanted to leave the pack land to find my own income. The betrayal he'd accuse me of when I wished to visit my sisters home. The invisible leash that tied me to that place, I was his prisoner, and worst fact about it all, is I allowed it. 

"I will never trust another man so long as I live." I say out loud to myself. I guess that's why I keep the photo, to remind me what a man is really capable of. The Lycan Alpha, or so he called himself was cruel. The people I called family were cruel. I will never trust again. I will never allow myself to love again. 

*Beep* *Beep* My computer sounds to let me know I have an e-mail needing attention and brings me out of the horrible flash backs. With a deep breath I open it and let my blood run back cold as ice. It wasn't an important email, just the publishers confirming they received and printed this months advertisements for me. They would run on the first page of every major news paper in the city. 

"Are you a talented new DJ, Singer or Musician looking to make your big Break in the Music Industry? Have you Dreamed of being on the live radio? Come on Down to Night Sky Studio On August 29 and see if YOU have what it Takes!" 

My kids are so creative, I thought to myself. This add will work perfectly and I will officially run the biggest business in this city. 

I copy and paste the ad into an email to send to the biggest music school in the area, Eastside Radio. I've never met the owner but his reputation around here is well known. He's said to be the best teacher in the business, from Radio Station set up to teaching new and upcoming Artists, to finding hidden gems when it comes to music. I'm hoping by sending the ad He will send someone fresh and new my way.