Angel Blackwood(20)

“Idiot! You just wasted ten minutes of my time,” I growl, then turn to look at Noelle.

She has an amused expression on her face. “Angel, such a surprise to see you, especially here.”

“Well, you’re a very hard person to find.” I continue to wipe the sand and grass off of me. Fabian stands next to Noelle as if to guard her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“There’s a reason for that, my love.” She motions with her hand. “Come, follow me.” Then she turns and walks down the path leading to her cottage. I follow her passing Fabian whose eyes are glued to my every move.

I frown at him. “Dude, chill, I’m not going to eat her,” I say sarcastically. I can tell by the straight line his lips form that my presence is really bothering him.

I notice Noelle is taking me down an alley towards her house, away from prying eyes. I follow Noelle into the kitchen where the smell of whatever she was cooking lingers in the air making my stomach rumble loudly.

“Have a seat, hun,” she says. I take a seat at the little kitchen table and watch her take out a bowl from the cabinet.

“Hun? What the hell, Mom? She’s a wolf?” Fabian says confused.

“Mom?” I say looking between the two, only now noticing the resemblance.

Noelle looks at me then back to Fabian, taking a deep breath she rolls her eyes. “Sit, Fabian!”

He sits down on a bar stool at the counter with a scowl on his face.

She places a bowl in front of me; it’s filled to the brim with Alfredo pasta. “Dig in,” she says.

Don’t mind if I do…

I gulf down as much as I can, not caring about how hot the sauce is or how unfeminine I look. My appetite has increased since I’ve become a wolf that much is clear. I hear Noelle’s little laugh from behind me, but apart from that the kitchen is quiet; I continue to feel Fabian’s eyes on me though. I’m almost done with the last bit and if Fabian’s words hadn’t stopped me I most probably would have licked the bowl clean too.

“Mom… seriously! You’re allowing that into our home. That mutt should be kicked out like the rest of the dogs,” he spits and I hear his chair scrape against the floor as he stands up. My fork clinks as I drop it into the bowl and I charge for him. A loud angry growl escapes my lips as I tackle him to the floor. We continue to roll around shoving each other until we find ourselves outside the cottage, in the centre of the compound, surrounded by the cottages and the people that live in them.

I’m surprised at how much strength I have against this human; how well I’m holding my own. I can tell by his heavy breathing that he’s battling to keep up and that only encourages me to fight harder. I manage to climb on top straddling him. I raise my hand, but just before I’m about to punch him I feel a sharp pain in my chest and ringing in my ears. I look up to see a girl around my age glaring at me with her palm facing me; her red hair standing out in the blur.

The pain she is causing me only makes me angrier; all I came here to do was speak to Noelle. I can understand why these people are so hostile since I did sneak onto their property, but they should at least give me a chance to explain myself. Fabian doesn’t move beneath me, but when I scrunch my face up in pain a smirk forms on his face; he obviously thinks he’s won this round.

I close my eyes feeling the magic working its way through my body. My hands bunch up his shirt on his chest beneath me and I feel the wind picking up. I hear Noelle screaming at the girl to stop. The pain she is causing me slowly dissipates as the magic fills my body clearing my mind and conscience in the process.

I roll my neck, feeling the tension in my shoulders dissipate, the achiness of rolling around on the floor with Fabian fading too. I open my eyes slowly and that seems to do the trick, the smirk on Fabian’s face is wiped clean off.

Now he just looks afraid.

My silver eyes tend to do that to a person.

I look up to the now pale girl. Her hand immediately drops as she takes one step back, then another. I hear yelling and shouting over the wind alongside Noelle’s distant voice telling the other witches not to hurt me, but my eyes remain fixated on the girl who caused my pain.

This is the first time I’m unable to control the magic that surges through me. All I want to do is return the favour, letting her feel the pain she caused me. I know I need to calm myself down and stop this, but I just can’t do it.

I stand up from where I was straddling Fabian moments before. He doesn’t move underneath; he just lays there frozen watching my every move from the ground.

“You need to calm down, sweetie. Phoenix didn’t mean to hurt you. You need to find that strength I know you have and fight it. You need to control the magic… don’t let it control you.” Noelle’s calm voice echoes over the wind. I know she’s right and I’m trying really hard to fight it, but my rage is overpowering my will to stop.