My eyes widened, betraying me, telling them how much I didn’t like the idea and how scared I was.
The first one who had spoken to me made a deliberately slow step towards me and I couldn’t help but attack him in response – from afar, like my ability allowed – making him startle back, eyes questioning.
“You’re a witch,” he guessed, looking at the gush on his shoulder angrily.
Sadly enough, I wasn’t old enough to take them on. Since I had yet to turn sixteen, my powers hadn’t fully awakened. I only had control over the tenth of it all, and judging from the quick recovery of the little injury I had inflected on him, it would not be even nearly enough to stop them.
That assessment of the situation barely took me a second and I was soon running in the opposite direction with them hot on my heels.
Despite my knowing the forest like the back of my hand, they were catching up to me – they should be after all, considering the fact they were werewolves. I had managed in my hurry, like the clumsy little thing I could be at times, to trip over a rock. I had had the reflex of throwing my arms ahead of me so that I could prevent my face from hitting the ground; nevertheless, it was a big waste of time – a waste of time I couldn’t afford.
I scrambled to my feet and was about to resume my run when I saw the one I assumed was the boss standing in front of me, at merely five meters, blocking my escape, and felt the presence of the other werewolves behind me.
I was cornered. I had no doubt I was going to meet a painful death in the forest... if only they wouldn’t rape me. The Sunshine’s pack house, sadly enough, wasn’t in the forest therefore nobody would hear my screams; nobody would come to my rescue.
I was doomed. I, who only wanted to give Celia a chance to make Karl see her as the wonderful girl she was, was being rewarded in the most unusual way... There went my good intention.
Just as I saw him lunge at my petrified self, unable as I was of doing anything but screaming, everything seemed to fade away.
I jolted awake, sitting up in a hurry, my eyes wide with terror, my open mouth letting out the same deafening scream of my nightmare; I was panting, my chest heaving, my heart racing, my head pounding. My whole body was covered in sweat, my hair was a tangled mess and so were the sheets.
The scream I could barely realize was my own soon came to an end. My eyes that had adjusted to the darkness of my surroundings told me there was nothing to fear. There was no threat in sight, there was no rogues attacking me.
Just as I brought my knees to my chest, encircled them with my arms and put my head on top of them, my eyes freeing an unstoppable stream of tears, the door of my room was slammed open, revealing first Karl, then my brothers, soon followed by my parents.
I was sobbing in the middle of the night while being all huddled up, right after having let out a scream that could have awakened the dead as well. There was no wondering what I had been dreaming of – my unforgettable encounter with the rogues, of course.
Chapter 19
Look Who Came
She had purposefully accepted all of his touches and even initiated some. She had not shrugged his arm off in the cinema theater. She had brushed her hand against his so he would hold it. She might have even kissed him when I had gone to bring Katherine along. And who knew what else she might have done when he had dropped her off. All of her cunning smiles, her giggles, and her flirtatious attitude had driven me crazy with jealousy, and I had snapped and kissed her despite my resolution not to –though I did not regret it.
I was almost ashamed to say I had dragged a fellow werewolf into my mate’s little game; but then again, it wasn’t like Katherine minded it one bit. On the contrary, I was sure she’d have no qualms bedding me on the first opportunity she thought she might have. She had even gone as far as try to tempt me last night, with her following me into my room after we had come back to the pack house in nothing but a flimsy nightgown. One thing she must not have expected was to find a flying object welcoming her at the door right as she opened it. She had passed out before she could even attempt to seduce me – thank god.
I had almost unconsciously broken the wooden desk into pieces with a punch; and then both the bed and the wardrobe went crashing against the walls. I had been blinded with rage and could barely contain it. I just had to let it out.
Before I could even think about it, I was at the door of the pack house, three floors down, yelling I was going for a run.
I had spent the night out, taking out my frustration on the innocent trees. As I stood now in front of the mansion-like pack house, I was thankfully a much calmer person and admittedly an ashamed alpha-ultra. I had been too angry to think straight and that wasn’t something to take lightly.
Especially considering my age, I mused bitterly. I was sixty years old for heaven’s sake! How could I lose my cool like that? It wasn’t acceptable.
Damn right, my wolf readily agreed in a reproaching tone. Next time you see that kid, rip him to pieces, and then make sure
