Well, well, well this was the very last person I would expect to see on my very own doorstep. This has got to be a trick or ploy right? This had to be a prank. What jerk would be willing to pull this stunt on me? I didn't have that many friends. I knew people, but I wouldn't necessarily call any of them friends. I mean there were the girls at Alexander's café, they were my coworkers. They were nice, but I couldn't necessarily hang out with them after work. I mean I was their manager. Well, I was an assistant manager, but I was the manager when Alexander and Frost were running about doing things. Every time the staff would ask me where Alexander ran off to, I would politely tell them it wasn't their business, because frankly it wasn't. All the friends I knew lived in another city. Sure we would chat on the phone, or Skype or chat, but it wasn't the same. Everyone was moving on without me and I was just kinda stuck here. I just joined the cavalry and I didn't know anyone, but Frost. All the other WereHorses knew each other, and a lot of them were already a tight knit bunch. I was the outsider. No one really made an effort to speak to me, and I didn't try. It sucks being the odd man out. I just keep my head down and do what I'm supposed to do. Maybe one day I'll do something right that proves I belong in the unit. Until then I'm just going to do whatever I can to not embarrass Alexander and Anastasia. Hearing the knock on the doo was surprising, and now seeing just who my visitor was, just made me think this was all a cruel joke from someone in the Unit. Opening the door and admitting to nothing wrong I am slightly annoyed that he just waltzes right past me into my home. Softly I mutter after his greeting.

"I didn't necessarily invite you in..."

Well, it is true. I wish Dark Hunters were like Vampires. They can't come in unless you tell them to. Rolling my eyes, and with a heavy sigh, I start to slowly relock all the locks. Each time one lock goes in I swear it feels like I'm sealing up my fate. The good thing though is that this is my home turf. This is my territory. He may be my elder, but that doesn't mean he gets to pull rank here. Turning around I take a deep breath to steel myself. We're a hot-headed family, and this is the first time in about three years since I have seen him. Of course I never made the effort to speak to him either. But still...the point is...it's been awhile. I don't really have anyone to talk to you. Curse me being a woman. Hell, curse me for being a damn horse. I thrive on being social! It's horrible. As my Uncle proclaims I haven't done anything wrong, I can't help, but flinch and narrow my eyes when he says the word own. That bothers me...a lot. I was asked to join not necessarily told to join. Alexander asked me if I wanted to join and I said sure. I mean I might as well be useful right? That's what people want, right? To be wanted? No one ever really wanted me. My parents did, but they are dead now. The cavalry isn't a family. I mean I don't think it ever will be. Hell, I don't think they even want me around. I mean I'm the bosses' horses creation...so I guess that makes me an enemy? That's okay I guess. I'm with Alexander and that means something, right? Hmm. With a shrug of my shoulders I follow after him giving him a sly grin.

"I think because I'm with Alexander that means...you can come to me, but you can't do anything to me. Isn't that right? Alexander is my commander, yea?"

My crystalline blue eyes meet his steel gaze. I know I am challenging him. I know I'm playing with fire. It's kinda fun. I haven't had much of it in a long while. Not wanting him to start shouting and yelling at me I turn my head away from him. Headings towards the couch I sit back down in my spot gesturing for him to sit wherever he pleased. He could sit on the other side of the living room where the fireplace was. He could also sit on the couch or the table. Or just stand in the corner far away and mope. He decides to lean against the arm of the sofa. The question that comes out of his mouth makes me feel like I got punched in the gut. How have I been? How have I been?! It will be three years in August since I turned into a WereHorse and it takes him this long to speak to me?! No phone call. No email. No walks in like this?! Now, I haven't reached out to him either. I should have. I know I should have, and yet I didn't want to. Why should I? I want to yell. I want to scream at him. That won't get me anywhere though. Inhaling deeply I count for a few seconds and then exhale slowly. I don't want to yell at him. I don't want to push him away. I don't want to, but at the same time why should I want him around anyways. Maybe I just really wanted some company? I could yell at him. I should. I won't though. With soft sigh I look at the TV, where I had paused the credits of the TV show I was binge watching. Crossing my arms in a defensive way I answer quietly.

"I'm okay, but what about you?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable