Angel Blackwood(17)

“You don’t know how much it kills me to know that you were hurt, to see the scars on your beautiful skin. You don’t realise how hard it was for me, and my brother to see you in pain for weeks and not be able to help you. To watch you lock yourself in your room, needing to heal on your own when all we wanted was to be there for you. I know you didn’t need us then, but… we needed you. I have so much hate and anger built up inside of me for whoever did this to you.”

He pulls me closer into his chest. His warm hand reaches behind me, running his fingers gently along to find the thick grooves of the scars. He pulls away from me, but still holds me close infront of him.

“I need to find whoever caused your pain and make them pay for ever laying a hand on you.” I stand quietly staring at his chest in front of me, still reeling from the affect his hands on my bare scars had on me; not daring to look back up into his beautiful eyes.

“Tell me who did it!” His loud voice softens to a pleading whisper. “Please, Angel… tell me.”

I look up at his face knowing I’m going to regret it. Once my eyes meet his blue ones, I know it’s a mistake.

“Tyler,” I say, watching as a small breath leaves his lips compelling me to look down at his lips. Bad move.

I feel drawn to him and to his wolf Gunner. The bond we share, the bond that he has yet to accept has me curling closer into his warmth. I know he feels it too, his right hand moves from my shoulder toward the base of my neck, his thumb moving back and forth.

I feel the accelerated beats of his heart under my hand and can hear every breath he takes clearly. He leans in closer and I know he’s losing the battle against the pull our bonds have on us. The Fates want us to be together and I can feel that Tyler wants it just as much. If only he could open his heart and forgive me for the pain I’ve caused him in the past, giving us a chance to move towards our future. Together.





I move in closer feeling his stubble against my forehead, moving my head slightly to run my nose against his jawline and toward his neck.

I pull my head back and immediately open my eyes. Somethings not right. Tyler’s eyes widen and the connection breaks. He knows what I’ve just found so he grabs onto my shoulders tighter.

It’s someone else’s fruity scent on him. It’s on his neck and the collar of his shirt.

“It’s a she-wolf,” Faith says, sounding withdrawn.

I back away from him, pushing his hands off of me. When he takes a step in my direction I shove past him with a scowl on my face; he tries to stop me. “Angel…”

I pull my arm away from him then push at his chest. “No don’t touch me... Just don’t; not when you have her smell all over you.”

“And it’s okay for you to have his scent all over you!?” He hisses.

I turn around to find him standing in the same spot. I throw my hands up in the air. “Who are you talking about?”

“Nixon. His scent still lingers around you,” he says, straightening himself up crossing his arms over his chest.

“Jesus, Tyler. You know he’s just a friend. Nixon is the only friend I have to talk to right now. What? I’m not allowed to have friends now either? But it’s okay for you and Talon to have girlfriends?” I yell as I begin to feel my jealousy and anger building again.

“Not him your not! There’s other girls your age around town, I’m sure you can find a friend,” he says, sounding chuffed with himself. “At least you now know what it felt like for us everytime you came to visit; all we could smell on you was that mutt from Point Bright.”

I stand there open mouthed.

Will he ever move on from the relationship I had with Drake? Will he continue to bring Drake up everytime we have a fight? Does what I did in the past justify what he’s now putting me through?

So many questions that I don’t seem to have the answers to.

“Does that make it okay then, Tyler?” I ask him seriously, his smirk immediately vanishing. “If that makes it okay then this is going to be a never ending cycle. I hurt you, you get back by hurting me and we continue in that fashion. Is that what you want?” I look him dead in the eye and watch as his shoulders sag as he takes another step towards me.

“No Angel,” he says sheepishly, looking down at his feet. “It’s not what I want at all.”

I nod my head. “I understand why you and your brother are lashing out on me. I get that I caused you pain, so I’m gonna give you both more time to decide whether you want me as your mate; but I don’t think I can continue on with it for much longer. I need to figure out what’s best for me too. I won’t sit around forever basing my life around your decision.”