Fifty-Four: The High Elder

The High Elder

Fifty-Four: Corbin

I’m standing there breathing hard, Elijah’s arms still wrapped around my waist. His face planted right in my neck, rubbing his nose up and down taking all my anger right away. The typical beautiful she-wolf is starting to get up off the floor. She is tall and slender with long blond hair and sky-blue eyes, creamy milky skin tone. She holds her hands out to me, palms out telling me she is no threat. Everything seems to fall away as I realize I have seen this she-wolf before. She is the same one Elijah was all over in the hallway of his school. My stomach tied in knots as I stare at her.

“No f*cking way.” Hascal says, bringing my attention to him. He is staring at the blond. I look back at her quickly and see her face drop and turn white as a sheet. “Don’t even say it…. Just don’t.” Hascal growls out shaking his head. That is when it dawns on me. “Hascal.” Elijah says as a very pissed off Hascal looks at him. I feel as if someth