Saturday 5 July 2014

A Repeat Moonlit Wolves Side Story

I’m not really sure if you have all read this or not, but if it’s going to be in the wide world, I’d like at least one part of it to be attached to me blog, so here’s a short story that was meant to go into the back of one of my stories. And will most definitely get there when I get the rights back, whether I keep them with the company or not.
 
Anyway, this story had been updated to fit somewhere between book 5 and 6 and it’s just them talking about the boys and how they got so comfortable with each other.
I hope it works, and that it fits and that I haven’t messed it up completely. I know low self-esteem, but I’m nearing the end of book 7 which tends to have me questioning if I’ve done enough.
 
So, without anything else to add, here’s the short story as seen here!
 
Special Side Story: On the Couch with Dr Collins
 
“So, boys, tell us your story,” Eamon asked as he fitted his arm on the back of the lounge Chris and he were sitting on. Eamon in one corner, Chris curled into his side.
“What’s to tell?” Gene spoke up. This wasn’t a surprise. Gene definitely was their mouthpiece, though Eamon still wasn’t sure if it was a chose or his own personality, or if he just liked the sound of his own voice.  
“We both know there’s a lot,” Eamon replied. There was no way he wasn’t going to get this information. Not with how patient he’d been over the months as he let them get comfortable with him.
He’d been okay with leaving it be for the time being, mostly because as far as Eamon was concerned, gaining Chris’ trust had been number one priority. 
Number two, had been getting the other boy comfortable and settled into their new home. He wasn’t sure if they had realised how difficult it had been for them to move.
Eamon had understood on a professional level, and he treated them as such which amounted to not going for the big guns first off. First was settling down, getting comfortable, and gaining some form of trust, before dealing with the big issues. Most of the time, the patient didn’t even know that the problems that needed the most work where generally buried under the crap they came to him for in the first place.
The room had stayed silent for a long time. None of the boys were looking at him, nor were they looking at each other, which had something tighten up in his chest. Maybe this wasn’t the right moment for him to learn this.