Fight the Tide

by Keira Andrews

“They might have medicine there. A doctor, even. At Salvation Island.” Parker exhaled noisily. “And they probably have lies and betrayal and sex slavery. With bonus cannibalism.”

“What’s your favorite movie?” “Shaun of the Dead. The irony is not lost on me.

Whatever it was—family, community, pack—it helped.

You’re stuck with me too.” “It’s a real hardship. You’re all sweet and brave and gorgeous. Ugh. The shit I have to put up with.”

“Why would I ask you questions?” he asked stiffly. Oh, you poor terrified little queer kid. Been there, done that.

The world had gone to shit, and Adam was right. One day at a time. Hell, one hour. One minute. And in that minute, everything was okay. They were safe and pressed together, and Adam’s breath smelled stale, and Parker didn’t care.

Could Salvation Island really be everything it claimed? His pulse kicked up, excitement sparking through him. He wanted it to be real so fucking badly.

Normal never seemed so wonderful. I think maybe we could get some here. I mean, as normal as things can be on a werewolf sanctuary island in the end times. But hey, my baby’s playing Marco Polo. I’ll take it.”

“But no matter what happens, my life is with you. Pack or no pack, island or no island. Whatever comes, you’re my home.”