Dexter & Darien the Werewolf Twins (special preview)

Their names were Dexter and Darien. They both had dark brown hair with a hint of gray to them. Dexter was clean shaven with long hair while Darien had stubble and a short wavy do.Today I was teaching a class on sewing and showing off various stitches. It was rare guys wanted to take this class, but the two of them had shown up to all of them.

“Good morning,” Niki waves.

Darien’s eyes light up when he sees her and he steps ahead. “I hope we’re not too early.” His voice is bright and clear as a bell.

“We’re just finishing setting up,” I say as I pull out my table.

Dexter comes up, helping me move it without scraping the floor too much. “Then we’re here at the perfect time.”

I can feel the tips of my ears heat up as he speaks. Something about his voice reminds me of Patrick Stewart, polished, refined, and stalwart. “Thanks,” I mutter as I let my hair hide my face.

“Anything else we can help with?” Dexter asks.

I shake my head and turn away. “Just got to get the supplies out.”

“Something wrong?” Darien has taken the broom away from Niki and is sweeping into the dustpan. 

“Weird morning,” Niki laughs it off. “But we’re ok.”

“You can’t just say weird morning and expect us to brush that aside!” Darien stands intimately close to Niki, which she doesn’t mind at all. “You have a story.”

“Let’s just say I’ll be trying elk meat for the first time,” Niki giggles.

I slam my sewing kit down on the table and Niki lurches. “Is Hearthway Hollow built on some sort of cursed ground?”

“Mrs. Locklear’s family has owned it since probably the beginning of time,” Dexter murmurs. “So maybe.”

I can’t help but crack a smile. “Be nice to her.” I start laying out my tools. “She’s a scary person.”

“I wanna be her,” Niki sighs. “She’s so cool.”

“You want to strike fear in people too?” Darien follows after her like a moonstruck puppy. 

Dexter pulls up a chair and takes out a journal from his bag. As he opens it I spy inside all his intricate notes and sketches. “Oh wow,” I marvel then quickly regret it.

Dexter looks up at me with those honey eyes and a soft smile blossoms on his face. “What was that now?”

“Nothing.” I quickly try to make myself look frustrated and busy. But I am impressed with his journal and his lovely sketches. 

“When is the next charcoal class?” He asks.

“Ask Niki, she’s in charge of scheduling. Are you on the email list?” I ask him.

“Should I be?” Dexter brushes his fingers along his hair and tucks it behind his ear. It’s a beautiful movement of his hands and I feel my ears grow hot again.