Of Witches and Wolves

Chapter 7 - The Talk

ABIGAILS POV

The rouge shoved me to the ground roughly and smirked "Mmm Marcus is going to be pleased to see you again" he says. I look around at my surroundings and my blood goes cold as I see where I was. I was back in the tent. I remembered the rouges. They must have taken me.

"In fact... I think that's him now" he says and turns to the entrance of the tent. Marcus walks in and smiles at me evilly.

"Ready to submit yet?" he asks and kneels next to me

"Never" I say and spit in his face. He lets out a growl and stands up straight. He wipes his face and then kicks me hard in the head.

"NO!" I scream out as my eyes snap open.

"Shh it's okay" Tyler whispers and wraps an arm around me in a comforting gesture. I struggle against him, not completely understanding where I was or who was hugging me. I thought it was Marcus, trying to kill me.

"Please don't hurt me" I cry out in fear as the reality of the dream eclipsed my current reality.

Tyler lets go of me "It's okay your safe" he says. The memory of my dream world started to fade, and I felt myself calming down as I saw I was back in my room and safe. I look into Tyler's eyes which helped me calm down some more as I realized where I was and who I was with. It's okay. I'm okay.

I let out a heavy breath "I'm sorry" I whisper and wipe the tears away from my cheek

"It's okay. You don't need to be sorry" he says and takes a seat in the chair next to my bed.

"How are you feeling?" Tyler asks after a long moment of silence

"My head is killing me... I haven't used so much magic at once" I explain

"What you did was very brave..." he says and smiles. His words made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He thought I was brave! That was a really sweet thing to say.

"How's River? Is he okay?" I ask, remembering what happened last night. I didn't remember anything after I was knocked to the ground. I must have hit my head. For all I knew he could have been ripped to shreds. I'd done my best to try and save him.

"He's fine... Thanks to you" gives me a warm smile. My mind wanders and I remember why I had been outside at night when the rouges attacked. Right... I was going to run away. I was almost out before River stopped me. And then we were attacked. I look down in shame.

"And Alex? Is he pissed at me?"

"He'll get over it" he replies and chuckle

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding in "And... are you pissed at me?" I ask nervously

"I'm not angry... I understand why you wanted to leave. I haven't exactly given you many reasons to stay. I just... I'm sorry. And I'm going to try and do better" he explains

"What about what you said? Wouldn't you rather a werewolf?" I ask and avoid his eyes. I didn't want him to see the hurt in them.

He leans over to me and gently lifts my chin up so I'm looking at him "I didn't mean that. What I said was idiotic and cruel. And I'm sorry if it made you feel less than or like I didn't want you. I do... want you. I'm just... an idiot" he explains as he looks into my eyes. I give a small smile and nod. I'm happy he apologized and admitted he was wrong. At least now I didn't feel crazy for being upset. It had been eating at me since he said it.

I pull away from him and sigh "Can we go sit outside? I feel claustrophobic in here" I ask

"Yeah... we can do that. We can sit on the porch" he says and stands. I get up slowly, feeling how exhausted my body still was. I steady myself on the bed as my legs shake slightly.

"Here let me help you" he says and puts an arm around me, supporting some of my weight. I lean into him and we head out of my room and down the hall. He makes sure to walk slowly for me. I wasn't used to him being so kind to me. It felt nice. But I knew I couldn't just forget everything because he was showing me an inch of kindness. I still had to be wary of him. We head out the back door. Outside is a wooden porch with a small set of steps that lead down to the ground and into the forest. There's a wooden bench that sits against the wall of the house. I head toward it and take a seat. Tyler sits next to me, his thigh almost touching mine.

"Better?" he asks

I breathe in a mouthful of fresh air and nod. The natural setting of the forest and being next to Tyler was making me feel a little bit better. My energy was drained almost to nothing last night, plus I was tackled by a rouge. I needed a ton of rest. I was glad I'd managed to save River.

"How long were you in the rouge camp?" Tyler asks breaking me out of my thinking. He probably was asking because of what happened earlier. My bad dream.

"I think a month or so. I could be wrong though. I didn't have much sense of time there" I explain

"What did he want?"

"He wanted what everyone wants from me... magic. At first it was small things. A cloaking spell here. A healing spell there. But then... he asked me to do something horrible"

"What?"

"Necromancy. He wanted me to resurrect someone. But I said no, and so he tortured me. For days on end, it was nothing but pain" I say, as tears threaten to fall over my eyelids. Tyler wraps an arm around me, seeing I was getting emotional.

"He'll never hurt you again. No one will. That is my promise to you" he says and smiles kindly. I give a smile back and relax into his touch. After a couple minutes of silence Tyler says, "Where are you from?"

I look at him and smile "I lived in Wyoming most of my life. That's where my coven is" I say

"Wyoming huh? Why so far from home?" he asks and angles his head at me curiously

I glance down "I had to leave"

Tyler angles his eyes "How come?"

"I just did" I say in a defensive tone

"Sorry if it's a sore spot. You can ask me something if you like"

I glance up "What's your favourite colour?" I ask sarcastically

He smirks "Blue. What's yours?"

"Green..." I say and look out at the forest. I feel Tyler's hand on mine, and that same electricity that followed his touch.

"Why does it feel like that? Like electricity?" I ask, looking down at our hands. I look up at Tyler waiting for his answer. His eyes were filled with confusion though. Maybe he didn't feel it. Maybe he had no idea what I was talking about.

"You feel it too? I didn't think you could" he says, as his fingers trace my knuckles. Wherever he touched felt like I'd touched a live wire; in a good way anyway. It felt so... intimate. I'd never experienced anything like it before. And that scared me.

"It's because we are bonded. We're... meant for each other" he explains

"Like fate?"

"Like fate" he replies. We sat there for a bit longer not talking. We were just learning to get comfortable with each other. I must admit... it felt nice to be around him. Now that he was being nice anyway. I suppose I could find it in myself to forgive him. After we had spent some time together Tyler helped me inside so I could get some more sleep.