Chapter Four
/-Ezra-/ Drama. That was one thing I tried to avoid. Yet, since the moment I set eyes on this human, it has been from one drama to the other. I took to teaching because it was the easiest way to come in contact with as many people as possible. A degree was easy for me to acquire. One threat and I got to borrow it for a month then move to the next university and find someone else to impersonate. I could feel her. I knew she was close. Somewhere in this city but her scent came only as a tease, giving me hope and vanishing at the next moment. With a dormant wolf, finding her was even harder. So here I was introducing my self to a bunch of rascals when I saw her. The funny blue-eyed girl. As expected, she was embarrassed and avoided me for the rest of the day. It was cute how she thought I didn't notice her but I didn't bother to prove her wrong. It was best we avoided each other. But just like the goddess placed her in the class I happened to be teaching, I happened to walk into some boy manhandling her. She looked so frightened and fragile. Like she would break if he put a little more effort. Seeing him lay his hands on her made my blood boil. She was already skinny as it was. Was he trying to crush her? He raised his hand to hit her and I knew I couldn't just watch any longer. “Touch her and that will be the last time to use those hands,” I said. It wasn't a threat. I didn't have time for threats. As I spoke I was already closing in on him, ready to crush those disgusting hands between my palms if he dared to even ask why. As I towered him, he cowered and let go of her hands. “You're here?” He blurted but I ignored him and faced her instead. Her face was ashen, like she'd seen a ghost. For some reason, she looked more frightened of me than she was of him. “Can you not be the damsel in distress every time we meet?” I asked her. There was a tinge of pink on her cheeks as she lokked everywhere but me. I glanced at the man beside me. Was he making her nervous? I frowned at him. “Get lost.” He scurried away without a word and I turned to her. She was fondling with her car keys. I took them from her and unlocked the door for her. “You should dump this. It is outdated,” I told her and her face went bright red. “You asshole! My mother had to save up to get me this!” She spat. I raised a brow. I didn't understand why she was upset. The car was like two or three generations ago, her mother could have done better. Humans were so unnecessarily complicated. “Thanks for nothing!” She got into the car and slammd shut the door. Thanks for nothing? I just saved her from severe damage once again. I sighed and walked over to my car. I hit the button nd the car unlocked. I dumped my laptop in the passengers seat and got in. Another fruitless day gone. At this point, I wasn't even sure of how much time I had left. I drove home and found my apartment open. My eyes darkened as I stepped in slowly. I sniffed the air and sure enough, if was a wolf scent. An oddly familiar scent, but my tired mind couldn't exactly place who it was. Then he popped out of nowhere. “Brother! It's good to see you home!” Taruis grinned and I immediately frowned. “I am not your brother,” I corrected stiffly. “Oh come on, it's been what… five years and you still treat me like an outsider,” he said walking to me with two glasses of wine. “I must confess, your wine collection is gold! Here.” I didn't take the glass from him. “How do you know where I live and how the hell did you break into my apartment?” “First off, I got promoted to the position of Beta…” “Congratulations,” I cut in. “Now get out.” “You don't have to be so cold and aloof all the time. We all know you're a big softie in there. You know, ever since you saved our pack from wolf hunters, our Alpha has always felt indebted to you. You should see him talking about you. That spark in is eyes…” “What is your point? I just got home from work and I am not in the best of moods right now,” I stated. “You work?” His chocolate orbs raked through me. “That is unheard of.” “Taruis, go straight to the point!” I was practically gritting now. One more chatted from him and I might just snap his next. He must have sensed it because he immediately went calm. “He is on his deathbed, Ezra and he has no successors. He wants you to take over the pack. You know, become Alpha,” he said with a flint of excitement in his voice. “What?”JACQUELINEUnfortunately, Blair couldn't join me in my frantic social media search for information about Mr Philips. “I gotta head home early today. Amy gets cranky if I’m late.”I was a little disappointed that I was going to have to do this alone, but I completely understood. Amy couldn't be by herself. “How’s she doing? With the arm and the ribs?”Blair gave a soft smile. “Better. She’s stopped whining about the ribs, which means they’re healing. Still stuck in that cast, though. She decorated it again this morning. Put glitter stickers all over it. I told her it looked like a disco ball.”I laughed. “Sounds like her.”“Yeah. She’s been sleeping more, eating well. The worst seems behind us.”“That’s good,” I said. “Really good.”She glanced sideways at me, her expression soft. “Mom keeps saying she wishes she could thank whoever helped us out with the hospital bills. She’s still trying to figure it out.”My throat tightened.Blair kept talking, her voice quiet, like she wasn’t tryi
JACQUELINEThe corridor was packed with chatter and footsteps as students spilled out of Mrs. Winterthur’s classroom, brushing past each other with loud sighs and rustling bags. I walked with the crowd, half-listening to a girl behind me complain about the number of readings due next week. I barely noticed the people brushing against my shoulders or the way the light filtered through the narrow windows, casting long gold shapes across the floor. My thoughts were stuck somewhere else. At the door, I spotted Blair standing just outside, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and one foot hooked behind the other. She looked up, eyes scanning the crowd, and then narrowed them the moment she spotted me.“You look like someone ate your favorite candy,” she said, not even bothering with a hello.I slumped against the wall beside her, clutching the strap of my bag tighter than necessary.“He wasn’t there.”Blair blinked. “Who?”“Mr. Philips. He didn’t come to class.”She tilted her h
JACQUELINEThe door was locked.I stood there for a long moment, hand hovering over the knob like it would magically turn if I waited long enough. But it didn’t. My stomach knotted.Me Philips wasn't truly here. Where else could I look?I stepped back, hugging my bag to my chest. I didn’t know where he lived. I didn’t even know if he had family here. I didn’t know anything about him, did I? Just a name. Ezra Philips. And that he taught poetry. That he smelled expensive...like cedar and mint and something darker. That his fingers were long and calloused. That he had tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and said nothing about it afterward.I swallowed hard.I moved to a bench in the hallway, cold plastic against my thighs as I sat. My phone felt heavy in my hand. I tapped on his name and pressed call, my breath catching as it rang once, turn, twice. A minute later, God voice came on. Low. Terse. Controlled.“You’ve reached Ezra Philips. Leave a message.”A beep followed.I froze.W
JACQUELINEI’d never taken so long to pick an outfit for school.Not even on presentation days.I stood in front of the mirror, twisting from side to side, watching the way my jeans curved over my hips and hugged my thighs. They were my favorite pair, slightly faded at the knees, tight in all the right places, and if I was being honest, they made my ass look about twenty percent bigger than it really was. Which, in this case, was the whole point.I tugged down the edge of the tiny crop top I’d bought online for something like two dollars and seventy-five cents. The fabric was soft, a little clingy, ribbed and snug across my chest. It was probably meant for girls with smaller boobs, but I liked the way it made me feel dangerous, kind of. Like a dare wrapped in cotton.I ran my fingers through my hair for the tenth time, combing through the soft waves that curled over my shoulders. I’d brushed and rebrushed it until it gleamed, tumbling down like a honeyed waterfall. Same shade as Mom’s
EZRAAs Tarius and I stepped back inside, he moved with the efficiency of someone born to war. His hand clamped around Beatrice’s neck in one swift motion, and without ceremony, he yanked her to her feet like she weighed nothing.Her lips curled into that same smug smile that always made me want to rip her throat out. But she didn’t fight him. No. She let herself be dragged up, that collar still glowing faintly around her neck.“Oh, look. The lapdog’s got hands.” Her lips twisted. “Did your master teach you that trick, or did you figure it out all by yourself?”Tarius didn’t flinch. But his grip tightened.“I should snap your spine,” he muttered.She snorted and then turned those eyes on me. “You think cages work on creatures like me? You’re getting slow, Ezra. You forget things. Like who your enemies are.”Tarius didn’t blink. He kept his grip tight, eyes forward. Beatrice, however, kept talking.“It’s always the ones you protect who drive the knife in deepest,” she murmured. “The on
EZRA“I didn’t think you’d actually open the door,” Tarius muttered.I didn’t answer. Instead, I strode across the lawn, fully aware that if Beatrice wanted to listen in on our conversation, she would. But I had needed to step away from her and that devious little tongue. She was trying to get a rise out of me, to provoke me to wrath. But my proof of self-control would be her undoing. The air smelled of pine and the fading light of dusk, and beneath that, something more bitter. Beatrice’s scent lingered in the wind like rot. I needed it gone.Tarius stood stiffly in the driveway, hands in his coat pockets. He eyed the windows like he could sense the wrongness inside.“Who is she?” he asked. “She smells like death.”“Demonic wolf,” I growled.His eyes widened. He understood the weight of that. Rare, vile, and impossible to reason with. She had no ties to the moon, no reverence for the ancient laws. Only hunger.“She stays collared,” I said flatly. “She’s not safe to be left alone.”H