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Vertigo (CA - Samantha, Dakota, & Zander)

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There was no answer. Not for a long time. Then came a creak of weight on the old floorboards, and a shadow appeared beneath the door, but it still didn't open. "If you've hurt that pup downstairs, I'm gonna rip your head off." The old woman's growled from the other side of the door.

"Mrs. Buttermilk, it's fine..." Zander called from the steps.

He tried to side-step the boy, eyes narrowing. He didn't want to bulldoze the kid over if he didn't have to, but he assumed leaving Samantha alone with the woman was a bad idea.

He shook his head, "This isn't the time... did you hear the radio? There's been an order to evacuate".

Having heard Zander's voice as near as being on the stairs, Mrs. Buttermilk unclicked the the lock on the other side of the door and opened it. The woman's wrinkled face and hunched little form appeared, surveying the scene before her. "Eh? What's this then?" She asked, looking at the little boy and the girl. "What are you two doing here?"

Samantha felt her hair stand up on the back of her neck from the growl behind the door. She only held her ground (and breath) stiffly for a second before darting right back down the stairs, practically ramming right into Dakota no thanks to the water still on the steps.
" Kota!" she cried, hugging him tightly from behind.
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Dakota had been listening to Zander, but when Zander tried to move past him, Dakota's hands found their way to the wall and handrail, blocking him from doing so. With very few inches difference between them, it was unlikely Zander could bulldoze him over even if he had tried. Then came Samantha.

Dakota felt the impact of the small girl behind him, but the force did not budge him from his spot. There was a clouded expression that passed his face, before he let go of the wall, opening it up for Zander to pass.

" I said to stay close," he said quietly, turning to look at the blonde hair that was now attached to his back. " She probably didn't recognize your scent."

Dakota turned around to look up at the alpha at the top of the stairs, as Samantha continued to cling to his side.

" The last storm damaged the cabin, so we came here for shelter," he responded.

"The Thatcher's place would've been better for ya. Not sure if you've noticed, but the town is sinking." Granny replied curtly, surveying the two children up and down individually, one after the other. Something didn't sit right with her sbout their appearances. They looked neglected. Far be it from Ezra to neglect his pups. What's more, they didn't smell right.

"Zander, this here is Dekota and Samantha. Their papa was apart of my pack." She said, indicating toward each child in turn. "Pups, this is my heir, Zander."

She looked at the children. "And what? Is your pop sick or somethin'? Why are ya here without him? Zander is right, everyone is evacuating, we're just waitin' for Toby ourselves."

 

Samantha stayed where she was, hugging Dakota tightly. She looked at Mrs. Buttermilk only out of the corner of her eye, before looking at Zander when the man was mentioned, still hiding beside Dakota.

She could hear his heart beating steadily. Something was comforting about it. Hearing his life pulsing through his veins, knowing he was still here to protect her. She didn't want to let go.

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Dakota looked back at Zander quickly at the mention of him being the Alpha's heir. ...Surely she was only referring to the shop. Surely. But in Dakota's dark eyes his shock and conflict were present, as he thourghly eyed Zander.

Eventually, he turned back to the Alpha. " Father is not with us anymore. An... Accident happened. We came here for shelter because papa would've wanted us to stay with the pack," he explained.

Granny was taken aback at the revelation that Ezra had died, but dealt with it quickly. "Well." She said slowly and solemnly, "He lived a good life and dun a lot of good in his time, didn't he." She looked down for a moment and seemed to either be contemplating something or having a moment of silence for an old friend.

Then the moment passed.

She looked back at the two children with returned sternness that was so typical of her. "Ezra wouldn't have wanted you to stay with the pack, because we ain't a pack anymore. He should've told you that. And if he didn't have any plan about what you should do if somethin' should happen to him, yer either gonna become a pair of young loners or you've got to find a new pack to take ya."

Zander's expression darkened to Mrs. Buttermilk's mention of 'heir'... not even 24 hours, and the woman was intent to make the news official without much input from him. He still didn't have an utterance in reply and looked aside.  He still couldn't piece together how employee had gone to pack and then heir. Several steps had been skipped in rapid succession, without the old woman breaking for a pause.

It was also fresh news that they were waiting on Toby. Had Toby mentioned this? Wouldn't Toby possibly be safer up on the mountains than hiking it all the way over to the antique shop just to drive over Reknab bend's roads that were liable to collapse at any moment?

At this rate, they should all be bunking down with the alpha on the mountains before the whole town sunk into an abyss.

His thoughts having taken a dark turn, he decided to move about more productively rather than dwell on them. He moved aside the boy and started to straighten the living area, bothered that some of his clutter from the previous night had lingered.

Dakota stared at Mrs. Buttermilk for a moment before turning back. It was clear he was upset, but he said nothing of it.

" Come on Samantha, let's wait for Toby," he said quietly to her, trying to move himself and her a few steps away from the stairs. " We'll leave with them to somewhere safer."

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Samantha could feel Dakota's heart rate as it elevated during the conversation that past. When he nudged for her to get off the steps, she followed, now standing beside Dakota against the wall. She simply nodded in response as she stared at the floor.

Another ding from the door alerted the shop's occupants of someone else coming in.

Her features and skin tone betrayed her maternal latino heritage and although she was soaked, she seemed relatively not to notice. Her hair, though pulled back in a braid that framed her face, was clinging to her wet shoulders and tanktop. She walked in bold and alert. Her piercing golden brown eyes searched the shop for the first living person, this being Zander, and she immediately approached him. "Where is my grandmother?" She asked without hesitation.

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