Angel Blackwood(18)

I don’t give him time to respond, hurrying away back up through the woods and toward the pack house. I don’t hear his footsteps or smell his scent so I know he’s not following.

I open the front door and head for the stairs to my room. I can hear my father on the phone and someone in the kitchen making a noise with the pots and pans. I step into my room and find my bed unmade. Was it like that when I left last night? I don’t think so.

Tyler’s scent still lingers on the linen.





Chapter 5





After making myself breakfast I head back over to Nixon’s cabin, trying to put my little altercation with Tyler out of my mind and thoughts. Although today started a little shakey, I’m determined to make this a good productive day.

Today we’re going to go speak to Noelle. She’s been avoiding me ever since the night she saved my life. Alex can’t even get hold of her and Johnny’s forbidden her to go searching for her.

He hasn’t forbid me though… well he hasn’t yet. So Nixon and I are keeping our little trip to ourselves. He wasn’t too happy with the thought of lying to his new Alpha, but I have great persuasion skills when needs be and I managed to convince him. Alex has been busy helping Johnny with pack business so I’ve hardly had a chance to spend time with them. Tonight is supposed to be my ceremony and they have the preparations to get done. I figure that while they are busy, this morning would be the best time to try and find out if Noelle knows anything about what she did to me; as well as the changes that occured when she healed me.





Thank goodness I don’t run into either of the twins on my way to Nixon’s place.

“You ready, Angel?” I find him leaning against his car.

“Sure am,” I respond even though I’m not quite sure that’s true.

I open my window then lean over and press the button to switch his radio on. He starts the car and slowly drives away from the pack house.





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We’re driving through an area I’ve never been to before on the other side of town. We turn off and onto a gravel road; just like the one we have near our pack house. We continue to drive down the road and into a thick wooded area.

Nixon stops right outside a huge wooden gate.

Weird symmetrical designs cover the dark wood, whilst little silver trinkets hang off the tops of spikes.

“How do you know she’ll be here?” I turn to look over at him in the driver’s seat and find him sitting completely stiff; his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight they’re trembling.

“Whoa, Nixon.” I place my hand on the forearm closest to me, his now dark eyes immediately finding mine.

“They’re in there. She’s definitely inside,” he says turning his eyes back to the symbols that cover the gate.

“They? Noelle’s inside there?” I jerk my head in the direction of the gate.

“Yes,” his voice trembles with what seems to be rage. For a minute I’m afraid he might lose his cool.

“How do you know she lives here?” I ask him, using my hand to turn his face to look me in the eyes. His eyes pulse from his usual dark blue to dark brown, the veins in his forehead sticking out; I’m completely freaked out.

“I heard a few of the kids at the school talking about the creepy houses in the woods, they were talking about the markings painted on the gates. I knew it was a sign of witches. My father used to tell me tales about witches, about the drawings and spells they would cast to ward off wolves.”

His voice turns terribly deep and he snarls, showing me his growing canines as he glares at the wooden gate. “It’s funny how afraid they are of wolves. Especially as they’re the ones who made us into the monsters they fear so much.”

I really wish I could get into this conversation and get him to explain, but right now I’m afraid he might turn if we get into too much detail.

“Nixon, if I knew about your distaste for witches I would never have brought you along with me.”

“I don’t hate them, it’s the magic making me want to get the fuck out of here; I’m trying really hard to fight it. Don’t you feel it?” He nods towards the gate. I shake my head confused.

“Why don’t you feel it?” He grinds out. He looks as if he’s in pain.

“I don’t know, Nixon. Maybe it’s because I’m not a full blooded wolf? Listen, I have to go in and speak to her; I think you should wait on the outskirts of the woods. I’ll meet you there when I’m done,” I say, moving quickly to open the door. He grabs my hand, pulling me roughly back into the car.

“No! This was a bad idea; I’m not letting you go in there, Angel.” He starts the car as I open my door again.