Damien's POV "The cavalry's here", Ares chuckled discreetly to me; turning in the direction I had just come from, I quietly observed the scene before me. The washed-up alpha and his pack stood handing out aid to the town folk while boy wonder headed towards the source of everyone's anguish. "Let's see how Mr High 'N' Mighty fares against hellfire, shall we!" I retorted with a chuckle; staying in the shadows, I followed the turd to the church grounds. The horror that spread across his face as he looked up at the ominous flames was hysterical! "Call yourself an Alpha, yet you quiver and shake at the sight of a tiny fire!" I laughed to myself, watching him curiously. "How is this dude even a consideration for our angel? He couldn't punch his way out of a paper bag, let alone protect her," Ares huffed, watching the pipsqueak through my eyes cautiously. A low growl rumbled through my chest, seeing the pack's useless alpha come and stand beside his son. I could feel Ares's despera
Jason's POV "Jay, I need you to keep your composure! This imbecile is trying to finish what his damn Father started and get a rise out of the pack! They are looking for provocation- If you react, they will have just that." Marcus' voice resounded through my head firmly. I knew he was right; the logical thing to do would be to ignore the slurs, but this touched fool was getting on my last nerve. Talking about Abigail like she was no more than a common whore. How he dragged her name through mud proved too much for Archer, his temper running rampant through me; his brutal growl vibrated from my chest, shocking even me. "Archer, Marcus is right! Don't give in to these psychopath's taunts." I soothed, linking my wolf. I decided to open the link up to my Father and Marcus in case I couldn't control my wolf; I would have the backup I may need. Although given how my Father had lost his cool two minutes ago and almost faced off against this brutes Father, I was a little sceptical at hi
Abigail's POV Jolting up right from a deep sleep, confusion whizzing around my head: moments ago, I had been in a different realm made of glass towers, a realm so delicate I was scared I would shatter it with my clumsy feet. I wasn't alone, though; I was with... the darkness! Memories poured back into my mind of the heinous crimes I had inflicted on people. People of this town! On whim! Closing my eyes to hold the tears at bay, I realised that the thunderous banging I had woken up to was not in my dream but on my apartment door! "GO AWAY!" I grumbled, turning over on the sofa; a reminder of the night before played through my mind; I had fallen asleep with Damien! Curled up next to him! Looking around slowly, the banging had momentarily stopped; I gave my eyes a second to focus, hoping they would find Damien's confident grin, one I had grown to adore over the last few days. Maybe he had moved to sleep on the chair or floor or even had to pee! "Damien, can you get it? My body is
Jason's POV With my hand tightly grasped around Abigail's throat, I knew I had crossed a line! I watched the events I had set into action unravel around me in slow motion, lost in self-disgust and shame. Thinking Archer's incessant howling while clawing at the confines of my mind was clouding my judgement, I had pushed him so far down that it had blocked him out. I had tried to shut my feelings for Abbi off, wanting to act rationally, instead I had fucked everything up! Hindsight is a beautiful thing! I assumed his whining was because he was angry at me for how I had just treated Abigail! But looking at the crumpled body of my Beta and best friend, I realised just how wrong I was- he had been trying to warn me of the threat coming from behind. That error would cost me greatly. Looking between Damien and Tommy, thoroughly racked with guilt, I felt Archer roaring to the front of my eyes, fighting my human form for control, all care for the alliance gone- I had become a liability!
Abigail's POV "No deal," I hissed to the two testosterone-fuelled men currently measuring their dicks in my living room. "You're being ridiculous! Every minute you two bicker about me is another second your friend here gets closer to..." "Death," Damien added when I couldn't finish the sentence, making me nod, closing my eyes. "Yes I added quietly, not wanting to be harsh with Jason and Archer, but it was about time they took responsibility for this shit and stepped up. "Come on, Fuck Damien-" Sighing, I open my eyes slowly, focusing on Jason, ignoring the anger that seemed to be coming from Damien in waves. "I'm game if you are red!" Damien chirped up, making me grit my teeth, eyeballing him furiously. "Read. The. Damn. Room." I snapped angrily. "I am; he is dead or at least close to it; I say let him go out with dignity and stop blubbering over him." Damien declared his tone harsher than I think he meant it to be. "Damien, can you at least try to show some remorse?
Damien's POV This moron was starting to get on my last nerve! The muscles in my jaw twitched with the anger I felt brewing. He and his whole pack just needed annihilating once and for all. If this was the stress and drama they were causing after a few days, I hate to think what the next year or so had in store for Red and I. Looking at her petite hand, turning it over in my grasp carefully, not wanting to hurt her further, the beautiful ivory of her skin sullied with a bruise as black as night. Seeing the swelling forming on her delicate wrist, my expression hardened. Murderous rage blazed in my eyes. Pulling back from Red, manoeuvring her gently to straddle my lap, my eyes slowly pursued her body, checking for any other marks or bruises, not that it mattered. I was still going to rip the fuckers head off for hurting her, I was nothing if not a man of my word, and I was done playing nice! With the rest of her seeming OK, Ares seemed more at ease. My eyes settled on her beauti
Abigail's POV You'd think I was some precious stone the way Damien seemed to safeguard me; we would have to have words when Jason had gone because this was ridiculous, his lack of compassion for human life bothered me! He has only known me for a few days and had just tried to kill some, because of me! I understand that wolves tend to imprint very quickly on their mates, but from what I heard between Jason and Archer, Damien was not a wolf! He was a demon! Something I prayed was just a slang word or term of 'endearment', but given his impulsiveness, possessiveness and predisposition for murder, I was starting to wonder if what I had heard in Jason's mind was right! And if it was, how did I feel about that? Because on the surface, I seemed to be brushing it under the carpet! But if Damien was evil and I was not.. or at least I hoped I wasn't, how was this... whatever it was that was growing between him, and I expected to work! I had hoped we had escaped the possibility of round
Tommy's POV Leaning back on the flimsy wooden frame of the chair, the creek that filled the room made me wince with concern that it wouldn't support my weight and I'd end up on my ass, again. My eyes focused on the redhead opposite me, who had been the centre of all the drama this morning. I would be blind if I said I couldn't see what Jason was attracted to! She gave off an innocent vibe which we, as wolves, were not used to seeing. We were raised to be brutal, cunning and always keep our wits about us. Yet this female was raw, endearing and vulnerable, even if she didn't want to admit it. However, seeing her stand her ground to a future Alpha and whatever the hell Damien was made me smirk because she had a feistiness I liked! For Jason! She would be a good mate for him! Yet, seeing the way Damien's eyes stalked her every move, I had a feeling he would have a different opinion on the matter. After coming around, Jason explained a little nervously that Abigail had healed me;