Jason's POV Watching Damien investigate the woods, the look of triumph on his smug face let me know he had sensed it was me and that he gave zero shits! "Something to say, wolf boy?" He taunted me; I knew he wanted to bait me; he wanted me to lose my temper and give him the upper hand! I refused to be played by this verified redneck playing at being a big boy in his designer clothes. He fooled no one! We all saw him for what he was. A nothing! Cheap, nasty, and simply forgettable! His family had a reputation for dabbling in dark magic, demon worship, and weaving magic into the lives of innocent people merely because they were bored and looking for something to pass the time. The pack had gone up against them once, years before I was born. A smaller rival pack had sought to take my Father's territory! My Father had always been well known within our world, respected, and although feared, he was well-liked! Which ground on the smaller packs, making them rebel against the ord
Abigail's POV Fire! Blazing orange and red flames that felt hotter than hellfire, I could feel them eating away at the flimsy walls of a church. The piercing screams from inside the roasting inferno hit my ears all at once, sending me to my knees. Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, forcing myself to my feet, they took on a mind of their own and pushed forward through the doors of the burning building. I was not scared by the fire or the heat. I somehow knew they would not touch me. They didn't! Instead, they parted as I approached, only to close back up again behind me, hiding the path I had taken. The church's pews filled with screaming people, their bodies aglow with flames, some burnt and charcoaled, others limp and lifeless. My heart broke for them. Pulling on the arm of the screaming mother and her young child, tears formed in my eyes when I saw the large, heavy chains restraining them all to the pews. There was no saving them. We all knew what fate had i
Abigail's POV Dressing with Lizzy's constant stream of questions had proven to be a challenge, but one I had risen to by letting her pick out my outfit before sending her to check on the fish while I quickly changed. Giving myself a final glance in the mirror, I approved of Lizzy's sense of style, a white ankle-length summer dress and pink flip-flops. Pulling a brush through my wild hair, I acknowledged that my hair would never be tamed and grabbed my keys. I had managed to give Lizzy a quick wash down with a washcloth; although I now understood why she was always grubby, it seemed bathing was another one of her allergies. "You look like an angel," Lizzy breathed, looking up at me as I tightened her laces. "That's because I am." I winked at her playfully, loving the sound of her laughter. "But shh, it's a secret," I teased light-heartedly. It took us about 15 minutes to walk into the local town; I was relieved and ashamed to say that Lizzy had led the way as I had no idea w
Damien's POV Staring at the text message I had written out and was considering sending, I decided I sounded desperate. Red was an angel; that, I was certain of it. I could sense her purity and divine power, even if it was mingled with an otherworldly malice that I didn't even know existed. With a throaty groan, I threw my phone on the bed, just like I had the last four times I had wanted to text Abigail. Walking towards the window, my shoulders stiff with tension and annoyance. I looked out over the town but, more importantly, over the apartment block Red had just moved into. I knew it was a little stalker-ish, but I didn't like this part of town, and I liked it less now that the wolves seemed to be circling. I couldn't guarantee she was safe! If I couldn't convince her to move, I would have to stay closer to keep an eye on her and ensure she was safe. Hearing my phone buzz, I turned over my shoulder, seeing my Father's name flash on the screen; I leaned over to pick it up, an
Jason's POV I didn't appreciate being used as a lackey by my Father; we had omegas to do things like go into town to get supplies. They loved ensuring our pack was well catered for and enjoyed tasks like shopping. I knew, however, that my father was angry at me for my outburst at the town meeting, and if I planned to get back in his good books, I had to suck it up and do this job. Standing at the bar now, waiting for the bartender to come over, I couldn't help but thank the moon goddess for how things had turned out. Archer had been grumbling since we saw Damien outside that dump yesterday; you'd think knowing where she was would bring a blanket of peace to him, but it seemed to agitate him further - replaying and analysing everything that had happened. He remained adamant that ripping the arms off the self-righteous prick she was with was the right thing to do! And given his disrespect last night, I was inclined to agree with him! Turning my back to the bar, I leaned against
Jason's POV "I don't think there would be room in the bath for all five of us, Pumpkin," I admitted gently to Lizzy, an innocent smile spreading across my face. I watched confusion seep across both girls' faces, Lizzy counting on her finger. "Five?" "You, Abigail, me, Damien and HIS ego." I winked with a smirk. Abigail's chuckle told me she was not offended but amused. Lizzy, I knew would have questions. "What's an ego?" She asked, genuinely confused. "Why don't you ask Damien!" I winked. Luckily, I was saved from answering further by the waitress who came to take our orders. Settling on a mixed grill and a beer, I waited for Abigail to order Lizzy's pizza. Asking the waitress to make sure it didn't have fish on it with a playful wink to Lizzy. Turning my attention back to my lunch companions, I winked at Abbi playfully, seeing her cheeks slowly return to normal as she looked through the menu quickly, obviously sensing the waitress getting annoyed at her taking her time a
Damien's POV The urge to make Red mine unsettled me endlessly; I had only just met her, nevertheless, I knew with every fibre of my being that I wanted her! I had never felt this way about anyone, yet this angel of light and dark had brought out emotions and desires that felt incredibly foreign and utterly out of character. I was used to being alone and cherished the solitude that my work afforded me. Until now, I had never minded it, enjoyed it, even! But the idea of her up and leaving this town now that I had caught sight of her, heard her sweet laugh and inhaled her beautifully unique scent was driving me insane. I couldn't understand it; how could someone I had just met have such an effect on me? I felt like I had known her my whole life, not just the last 72 hours. Not having a partner meant I had no one to run things by, no one to explain myself to or consider… besides my family. I am unsure if that's what I want from Red, for her to be someone I rely on and trust. But I do
Jason's POV It wasn't long before we done eating; I had learnt a lot in the time it took for us to finish our food, and I didn't want the afternoon to end just yet; Archer and I wanted to know everything about Abbi and leave no stone unturned, but we knew that was impossible in one day. Thinking on my feet as I paid the bill thanking the staff, I held the door open for Abbi, following her out with Lizzy on my shoulders; thankfully, she had forgotten about meeting my 'furry friend'. "Do you know the town well?" I asked, tickling Lizzy's feet as she played with my hair. "I arrived a few days ago, and honestly, I would still be on the bench by the water fountain or in Alice's house of torture if it wasn't for Damien." She answered, pulling her hair up into a bun; the second she stepped outside, the heat unquestionably getting to her, given her flushed skin. I walked behind her, distracting myself from the mention of her male friend by admiring the slender creamy flesh of her nec