Unraveling Raven

(2) Staring contest.

She's breathtaking.
Her eyes are a pool of gold. If you stare too hard you might drown in the wealthy waves.
I knew there was something so familiar about the aura of this house.
I felt like I was being called to.
She was calling me.
Her body.
Her mind.
Her wolf.
Now we're left staring at each other, feeling like no one is here but us.

But something switches. She's becoming angry and fast. My wolf is going crazy wanting to find the source of the problem.
Wanting to rip the throat out of the problem.
Then she breaks the link we were sharing.
She looks away.
My heart cracks just a little.
"Alpha Elijah. It's good to see you again."
The Alpha of the Amber pack speaks first, Clint is his name.
"And the same to you Clint." He rises to shake my hand with a beaming smile.
The rest of the men in the room set about introducing themselves to me, but all I'm seeing is her.

Her hair is in a tight bun at the nape of her neck.
She's wearing tight, black leather pants and boots that connect at the knees, making her legs seem like they go on for eternity. The white shirt she wears contrasts the deep, umber complexion of her skin. She pops against the pigment or lack thereof I should say.
Plump lips with almond framed eyes.
And her scent.
Caramelised Almonds with the slightest whiff of rum.
I have truly been blessed by the Goddess herself.

The meeting goes on, but I'm busy trying to catch her attention again. Busy trying to deepen our connection.
But something is off.
She's actively trying to refuse meeting my eyes, it's clear as day.
Her back is straight against her seat and her eyes stay fixated against the wall behind me.

Before I have time to explore the reasons, the man to her left places his hand on her thigh and speaks to her.
"So Raven, what tricks will you be showing the Clove pack, we know you're very flexible."
I feel the blood leaving my face as my skin ignites in fire.
"For your sake Adien, I recommend you remove your hand." Alpha Clint warns him, but it seems the severity of the situation does not register with him.
She still sits with a rigid back, however, she is now gazing down at the idiot's hand.

She doesn't say a word as the room becomes sullen and ominous.
Almost too fast for my eyes to perceive, she grabs the skin at his nape and slams his head into the edge of the table.
He's squealing like Calf caught in the mouth of a Gator, as his blood gushes through his nostrils.
Everyone's eyes are now on the pair.
"You fucking bitch, you BIT—"
She gives him no time to finish his sentence as she shoves her Glock 19 under his chin.
He's trying his best to slow his breath as she locks eyes with him.
The corner of her lip picks up as she watches him struggle to slow his heart.

My wolf is so proud.

"Mija." her father is trying to get her attention off her prey.
No response, only now she's broken out in a full broad grin. Even her dimples are out to show.
"Mija, you've got blood on your shirt."
Her eyes flicker down to her torso. Recognising the specks of blood on her shirt, she tuts.

Seconds after she stands and puts her gun back in her holster. After kissing her father on the cheek she sways her hips and exits the room.

She's definitely my mate.

Hey, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.
Psa: I hope you're playing the youtube slide as you read each chapter. I'll always add music that I think resonates with the chapter. It adds more oomph no? 😉😘
Kisses xxxxx