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;
Tommy's POV Standing slowly, not wanting to make a scene but preparing myself to pounce if whatever coin he was flipping in his head landed wrong, and Damien decided to retaliate. Seeing Damiens's eyes settle on the same green shade I had looked into my whole life with Jason, I relaxed. "I am not too proud to admit that you have powers and abilities we don't!" I shared, looking between both bombs waiting to erupt in the room. "What Jason is trying to say, I think, is that we might have the strength, Damien, but it's you who has the ability to fight and sense whatever it is, right?" Damien nodded, much calmer, but I knew he already knew where I was going with this. "And if you didn't even know it was here last night! It's fair to say we are a little worried about this entity, its powers, plans and intentions towards the girl!" Sighing heavily, noticing Damien had nothing else to say, he just nodded! "I will take her to town as she has asked; perhaps you two can sort her apar
Jason's POV "There is nothing wrong with my driving, Damien!" I groaned for the millionth time in the last fifteen minutes; turning the engine off, I glared into the mirror, showing the faces of Ab's and Tommy in the back seat, pleading with them to help before I rammed my foot up this arrogant prick's ass! "Seriously, you're delusional. I saw three OAPs overtake you and a snail!" Slamming the car door closed, I leaned on the cool metal of the door; I took a deep breath and counted to five slowly in my head. "I mean, you could have always walked, Damien!" Abigail laughed, exiting the car behind me; my shoulders relaxed, feeling her delicate, reassuring touch over my skin. "I would have gotten here quicker if I had! I am telling you!" He ground out, coming around the car to stand beside Abbi. "Does he come with a mute button Ab's?" I glowered sarcastically, trying to ignore how close he was to her. "I wish", She laughed, looking between us both with a smile that made my
Abigail's POV I wasn't born yesterday, nor was Maxwell the first male I had met with an agenda. I knew the second he approached that he wanted something from me. What wound me more was that if he asked outright, I would most likely oblige him; I was a people pleaser, I always had been. But scheming to get what you want irritated me, which meant I was more than likely going to drag my heels and then not help to be a stubborn mare. Deciding I would be all sugar and sweet, I smiled my most innocent smile and played the part of 'damsel' he had already decided to cast me in. Feeling the tension between Damien and Jason rise to an uncomfortable level, I sighed; Damien wasn't helping with his need to touch me or be insanely close to me at all times. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the feeling of his hands on me, nor the sensation it gave me. But I didn't enjoy seeing Jason put out over it. Despite what had happened today between us, I knew he had been pushed to snap like that, and I ha
Damien's POV "You fucking dick," I growled at my father; Ares roared in my head, seeing her turn to face me, pure panic crossed her beautiful features. It took all my strength to lock Ares down tight in my father's presence. Trust my father to drop this bomb on her when she was already overwhelmed. Although I don't know why I was surprised he was a calculated bastard, he always had been. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew he was using his powers to reinforce her fears, playing on them and drowning her in doubt. It was a game he liked to play with those he deemed inferior. Seeing her look at me like she was now was heartbreaking; I didn't need to be inside her head to know what was eating at her. She was worried I knew about her parentage, and I did! But it didn't bother me; nothing bothered me apart from her safety and happiness. Right now, I was ready to rip my father a new ass hole for causing her an ounce of pain; heck, I still might if he didn't stop tormenting her. Know
Abigail's POV Coming around slowly, I could feel the ice eating at my bones, gradually melting. Realisation dawned on me that it wasn't just my insecurities consuming me; someone had magnified them, causing my body to become completely overwhelmed and shut down. I wasn't usually the dramatic sort, definitely not the damsel in distress type. The last thing I remember before I apparently lost consciousness was Damiens's face, the noise behind him, a woosh and then the sensation of flying. Turning my attention to the males around me, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. I hated seeing them both looking torn up and concerned over me, but hearing Damien tease Jason, I smiled for the small miracles; at least they were getting along- for now. Hearing Maxwell push me for answers, I sighed; I knew he was right. I owed the people these answers. I know I am being selfish, but I am exhausted; my body feels utterly battered. I just wanted my bed, Netflix and leftover Chinese. Hearing