Angel Blackwood(21)

My eyes are zeroed in on the frightened girl cowering behind Noelle. My fists are at my sides, but I can still see from the corner of my eyes the few that watch the spectacle. They start backing away, staring at something behind me; I smell the fear that radiates of them.

Dark blue eyes fill my view, hands cupping my jaw forcing me to look into them. I watch the veins in his neck stick out fighting the pain that grips him. His eyes switch from blue to brown as he keeps his eyes focused on mine.

“Calm down, cupcake… No one’s going to hurt you.” His thumb caresses my jaw in a slow calming rhythm. “Shhh… it’s okay, I’m here. No one’s going to harm you,” he whispers as he brings my head to his vibrating chest.

The wind dies down, my body heavy as I sag against him. I grip his jacket, holding tight as his arms wrap around me to prevent me from falling to the ground.





“Is she alright?” I hear Noelle’s worried voice.

“No, of course she’s not alright! She came here looking for you; she was searching for answers. Your people attacked her for no fucking reason! She wasn’t here to hurt any of you!” I hear Nixon’s loud angry voice and the vibration of his words through his chest against my body.

He picks me up and I wrap my arms around his neck, making sure to keep my eyes closed. I can’t bear to face the fear I caused in these people eyes and the humiliation I feel for losing complete control.

“Wait! Please… I’m sorry. I can help her.” I hear her panicked voice.

Nixon ignores her and continues to walk away from her pleading voice.

“I’m sorry!” I hear her closer now. “Just hold up for a second will you?”

Nixon’s posture tenses, but he continues to walk out of the gate and towards the car.

“No! I told her this was a bad decision and I was right. She never should have come here. You people can’t help her. I’m taking her back to the pack house.”

“Wait!” I hear a new voice. I lift my head up just in time to see the red headed girl run up to Nixon and I. Nixon’s body turns rigid. I turn my head and look down at the small girl as she blocks our path to the car. She’s a true beauty, I’ve never seen anything as pretty as her with that fiery red hair; It definitely makes her stand out amongst these people and the natural earthy colours they’re all dressed in.

Phoenix looks at me with sad eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought you would kill Fabian.” She looks down at her hands then back up at me. “I’m sorry… that was a lie. I did mean to hurt you, but only to stop you from hurting Fabian.” Nixon growls, glaring at her.

“I’m sorry for hurting you though,” she quickly blurts out, her big brown eyes finding Nixon’s. I feel his body tense even more under her gaze.

I watch the weird exchange between Nixon and Phoenix as they stare at each other.

Nixon shakes his head to obviously clear his thoughts before clearing his throat. He moves to get past the girl, but the small girl side steps him.

“Move, little witch,” Nixon snarls, and the girl takes a step out of the way. As Nixon walks past I reach out and give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. I’m too exhausted to find words to accept her apology, but hopefully she understands the gesture.

Nixon opens the door and places me into the front seat buckling me in. My body is exhausted and I can barely keep my eyes open. I haven’t been able to hear my wolf since I got here, but I’m guessing the spell they’ve cast over the compound has something to do with it.

I close my eyes and lean against the window hearing Nixon and Fabian’s yelling.

Nixon climbs in the car, slamming the door with a growl.

The tyres spin as he drives away leaving a cloud of dust behind us.





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As we hit the exit of the woods, Nixon reaches over and grabs my hand. Squeezing it once he says, “Next time, you fucking listen to me.”

I don’t bother responding; we both know I’m still going to do what I have to do to find out how to control the magic within me. I’m stubborn like that.

Nixon parks his car just outside his cabin. I move to get out of the car, but when my feet touch the ground my body feels heavy and I’m unable to hold my weight. Strong warm arms wrap around me holding me in place. I smell a familiar spicy scent tainted with a flowery perfume and immediately push against his chest.

“Get away from me!” I find my footing and grab hold of the door. I watch Nixon making his way over to my side looking angry as hell.

Talon turns his glare to Nixon, shoving him a step or two back.

“What the hell happened to her? What did you do?” Talon says in a deep dangerous tone, baring his canines.