The last installment of Angela's Apocalypse! I know this story has been a bit emotionally heavy, but this one is lighter I promise. The focus is more sexy, less emotional/dramatic. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for reading!
All characters are mine. Everyone involved in sexual situations are over 18 years old.
Angela's Apocalypse: The Warmup
January 2043
Coming to the mountains in the winter had been a mistake. They didn't have much of a choice, especially since The Safety's search teams were out looking for Darin, Jax, Joanie, and Grant. But still, it had been a mistake.
They had arrived at the cabin and found it mostly intact. The back door had been open, and it was clear that someone had been there, but not recently. They found no evidence that whoever had been there was still there. The newspaper that had covered the windows had been torn down or fallen off over time. A thick layer of dust covered the heavy black out curtains and every surface. The remains of the smaller cabin Darin and Aric had burned still stood like jagged black teeth, stark in the newly falling snow.
While the main cabin was in fine condition, it was obviously too late to plant anything for food. They had stopped at stores along the way and taken whatever they could, but it had been a difficult couple of months.
Angela stood at the window of the small cabin; one heavy curtain pushed aside just enough so she could stare out at the drifts of snow. It was newly fallen, pristine and unblemished except for the huge wolf prints where Darin, Callie, and Jax had walked. The moonlight set the snow glittering like diamonds, which made Angela feel colder. She pulled the blanket she'd taken off the back of the couch tightly around her shoulders, glancing down the short hall at the closed doors.
Joanie and Aric shared the small bedroom. Heidi lay in the big king-sized bed in the main bedroom. Rivers and Rhodes had made a small apartment of sorts for themselves down in the cellar. While Grant had offered to sleep in the treehouse just off to the side of the front yard. It was old, back from the days when Aric was a kid, still sturdy and well built, but it barely passed for adequate shelter in the winter weather.
Angela would have had Heidi and her share a space with Rivers and Rhodes to let Grant have the second bedroom, but the men had put up a hard boundary when the kids returned. They didn't want to confuse Jax or Heidi, so they asked Angela not to share sleeping space with them anymore. They weren't sure if they wanted to try to explain their relationship to the children, and both men said it was simply too tempting to share sleeping space with her.
So, Grant had insisted that Angela and Heidi take the main bedroom. She had started out in bed with Heidi, trying to fall asleep. But as the night went on and Angela lay awake, she ended up out in the living room, staring through the window.
It was part hunger, part loneliness, and part guilt for exiling Grant to the treehouse, that she couldn't fall asleep. She didn't understand why he hadn't simply slept on the couch in the living room, wondering if it had something to do with wanting to keep an eye on the wolves.
Darin, Callie, and Jax could be unpredictable while they were in wolf form. Darin was also still recovering from his traumatic time trapped in The Safety and would randomly lash out, he'd even ripped through his husband Aric's arm once.
Jax was truly the biggest threat as he was young and not blood related to anyone here. While in his wolf form the only person he seemed tolerant of was Heidi, which had Angela worried for different reasons. Callie was the most controlled, but still a huge fucking wolf. Angela sighed and stared down at the knitted blanket around her shoulders, rubbing at a brownish stain on the soft lavender yarn.
A sudden crunch of snow brought her gaze back through the window. Grant was walking quickly across the sparkling yard, head on a swivel, breath puffing in front of him in clouds. He caught sight of Angela in the window and hesitated for a split second before he waved quickly and crept onto the porch on silent feet.
Grant wasn't a small man, and she was always surprised by how quietly he moved around. Outside of the wolves, he had become their number one hunter, due to how quietly he could move through the forest and take down rabbits and the occasional deer.
Angela pulled the heavy curtain back into place, throwing the room into dim darkness and went to the front door quickly. She unlocked chains and deadbolts and moved barricades as quietly as she could. Finally, she opened the door.
"Grant," she whispered as he came into the cabin. "What are you doing? You know the wolves could easily take you down. Especially Jax, he's still so young."
Angela shut the door quickly behind him and began the process of barricading them inside again. Grant began to help her and that's when she noticed how much he was shaking.
"Ss-sorry, I th-th-thought I'd b-b-be Ok-k-k out there," he sputtered his teeth chattering.
"Jesus Grant," Angela said. "What happened to the hot water bottles, the sleeping bag all that shit we took out there this morning."
"I-i-it's j-j-just t-t-to cold," Grant said shaking his head.
"What would you have done if I hadn't been awake?" Angela asked as she pushed the last barricade back into place.
"W-w-was going to knock t-t-t-til s-s-someone came," he said, shivering madly.
Angela put her hands on his shoulders and rubbed them quickly. He was freezing, colder than death and a sharp spike of guilt stabbed into her chest.
"Come on Grant," Angela said.
She dragged him to the living room, shoving him down to the couch, and started a fire in the wood-burning stove.
"Angie, c-come on," Grant started. "Y-y-you know -- "
"I know we're not supposed to use the stove at night, that the smoke could attract the wolves, the undead. But you're fucking freezing. We're locked down, windows are all curtained up. I think we can make an exception," Angela said quietly. "Stay here I'll get the kettle."
Grant sat on the sofa, shivering, rubbing his arms, tucking his hands into his armpits while Angela gathered things from the kitchen. She returned moments later with a kettle full of water, and two mugs with tea bags tucked inside. She put the kettle on the stove, then pulled a quilt from the back of a rocking chair and wrapped it around Grant. Angela, still draped in her own blanket, tucked herself right up next to Grant, wrapping them both in the quilt. Grant's cheeks flushed as Angela's breasts pressed against his arm.
"Here, isn't that better?" Angela asked as she put an arm around him rubbing his biceps again.
A jolt of longing shot through Angela, causing her to squeeze her thighs together against the feeling. It had been over two months since she'd gotten laid and she missed it more than she thought she would.
"T-thanks," Grant sputtered.
Angela cleared her throat and tried not to read into Grant's sputtered reply. She told herself it was because he was freezing and shivering, he wasn't attracted to her. He couldn't be. He'd shown zero interest in her over these months.
The kettle began a low whistle and Angela got up quickly before it woke the others. She poured the boiling water over the tea bags as Grant watched her movements. While it was true that he'd shown no interest in her, it was only because he didn't think she would appreciate it. She seemed so strong and independent. Any time she needed something she would ask Rhodes or Rivers for help. He would have loved to help her with anything she needed really.
Grant watched as she put the kettle on a towel on the coffee table and then brought their tea over.
"Here, it's just peppermint," Angela said carefully handing him a steaming mug.
"Thanks," he said.
Already, he was feeling better, warmer, and holding the mug in his hands brought more heat to his slowly thawing limbs. He sipped the tea and although it scalded his mouth, he didn't care. He sighed out contently, especially as Angela curled up close to him again.
"I'm sorry you ended up out there," Angela said after a little while.
"I offered," Grant said, sipping his tea again.
"I know. But I couldn't sleep anyway. I should have insisted you take the room," Angela said. "You've worked hard all day. I'm sure you're exhausted."
He had been working all day. They were trying to build another cabin where the second one had been, but it was difficult in these weather conditions. And Darin had been in a shitty mood all day, snapping at everyone to the point that even Callie had told him to chill the fuck out. Rhodes had been the only one who had dared approach him and get him to simmer down a bit. Regardless of all these facts, Grant just grunted quietly and shrugged.
"It's fine. You and Heidi need a warm place," Grant said.
"So do you Grant," Angela said placing a hand on his arm.
Grant glanced down at her hand and felt an immediate swelling between his legs. If Angela hadn't been laid in months Grant had her beat by years. Monica had been wholly uninterested in sex for months before they had moved in and taken over The Safety. Since he had been attached to Monica when they arrived no one dared to try anything with him, even when he outright asked for it. The tender touch of Angela's hand sent warm tendrils running through him that rivaled the warmth of the tea and fire.
