“Nixon, I’m going to go in there one way or another. If you don’t let me go now… I’ll just sneak out later.” I quickly open the door, jumping out before he has a chance to stop me. I run towards the big gate and hear his door being opened. He’s really fast. Before I know it, arms are wrapped around my waist from behind and I’m being lifted. My back is flush against his chest, my arms trapped under his as he holds me tight. I kick into thin air, growling in frustration as he starts walking back to the car.
“Nixon! Let.me.down!” I grit out.
“No! It’s not safe for us here. There’s only two of us, we need our pack. I’m not letting you go in there alone so forget about it.” He plants me down right in front of his door but I refuse to climb in. I turn and glare at him.
“Nixon, I’m going in whether you like it or not! Their scare-away-wolf spell doesn’t affect me,” I gesture to myself. “You can clearly see that I’m not about to burst at the seams like you are. I need to speak to her, Nixon; I need to know what she knows.” I drop my voice into a pleading tone and I feel him starting to relent.
His frown disappears and so do his canines.
“Your father is going to kill me.” He lets out a deep breath. “I’m giving you an hour. If you’re not out in an hour, I’m coming in. I’ll stay as close as I can, but I’ll be right back here after that hour. I don’t think you’ll be able to use your abilities once you’re in there so we won’t have a mind link. If anything happens just scream; hopefully I’ll hear you.” He leans against the door frame in resignation. “God, I can’t believe I’m letting you do this.”
I bend under his arm and away from the cage his body had me in. “I’ll be out of there before you know it.” I walk towards the wooden gate, looking back in time to see him driving off.
****
I move my hand over the big rusty latch, realising it can only be opened from the inside. Walking to my left, I inspect the concrete wall that surrounds the property. I went through so much trouble to get here, I need to get in.
I find a tree that has attached itself to the wall. The roots cover the side and they’re thick enough for me to grab onto and launch myself up. I peep over the wall; the property is large and has maybe ten or more small brick cottages. There’s a few people walking around but luckily enough the wall I’ve climbed on top of is behind one of the cottages, hiding me from the people below.
I jump on top of the thick wall and climb down the roots on the other side. I can hear people laughing and chatting inside the nearby cottage. I bend down and creep away from the window to avoid detection. I run behind the cottage towards the next cottage looking through the windows.
I don’t remember much about Noelle, but her voice is drummed into my head. I look through the window of the next cottage, peeking between the flowers in the flower bed that sits at the open window. I hear an angelic voice singing a song in a language I don’t know; instantly I know it’s Noelle. She moves around the kitchen slowly, her bangles on her wrists jingling as she goes and stirs something on the stove. The smell of her food is enough to make me close my eyes and delight in the aroma.
“Oomph.” I’m thrown to the ground with a huge body on top of me. Johnny’s training kicks in. I manage to wiggle around enough to get my footing just right. When he moves away I’m able to place my feet on his stomach and kick as hard as I can.
He flies in the opposite direction.
Now if he was a wolf I wouldn’t have been able to do that.
“How did you get into our compound, wolf?” He spits out as he manages to stand up straight. His hand rests over his heart as he tries to calm his breathing. He has dark brown hair, his eyes are so light and so green I’m mesmerised for a few moments. He is tall and made of muscle, much like were-boys are built, but I can tell he’s not of the were-kind.
I shake my head clearing my thoughts. “I’m looking for Noelle. I need to speak to her.”
At the mention of her name the boy’s body turns tense before he lunges, tackling me once again and knocking the air out of me.
I growl out of frustration. “Jesus, can I finish my sentence?” I yell from underneath him, as he holds my hands on either side of my head.
“How did you get in here?” He repeats, his eyes glaring at me.
“Fabian, get off of her right now!” I hear Noelle’s admonishing voice behind us.
Fabian looks up quickly, then back down at me but doesn’t move.
“Yes, Fabian. Get off me!” I say, glaring at him. He gives me one last repulsed look before moving away cautiously. I get to my feet and wipe away all the grass that’s on me. Fabian just pissed off the wrong person. I push at his chest one last time; I can tell he really wants to hurt me but he doesn’t.