Wolf #2: The Beast Within [COMPLETED]

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

His eyes were the first I saw when I woke up. After that awful series of Zemira's memories...and reliving her death, his face was the one I woke up to...

His hand touched mine. And he smiled down at me like he was saying—you'll be alright. Everything...will be alright.

Right now, I can confirm that everything will not be alright.

"Adrian, where are you taking me?" I've asked this question to his broad back three times already, but all I've gotten so far is—

"Patience, my little wolf. Patience."

Yeah. All I've gotten so far is that.

I stop in my tracks, arms crossed, "I have several herbology lists to memorize, two major lycanthrope bloodlines to track, and a hell of a vision to decipher. I haven't seen my sister or any of the spirits that guide me in weeks! The Moon isn't saying much to me either. So no, patience is something I'm a little short on—"

"Sounds like you're shorter on time than on patience—"

"Adrian."

"Okay, so maybe you're a little impatient too," He turns around and starts towards me, "Look, you and I are going to have a little talk and then—"

"Rachel told me you found out about the athame. But if it's an apology you want from me then you're wasting your time," I begin to turn around, but his voice cuts me off sharply.

"Amelia. Stop."

My feet are frozen to the ground. I clench my hands and try to take a step forward. I can't, but I can take a step back. I can turn my head towards Adrian but not towards the way we came. Every muscle in my body is able to move...just not towards the packhouse.

"That's cheap," I glare at him, "I can't believe you actually stooped so low and used your freaky Alpha mind control on me."

"You're acting like I'm luring you off into the woods to axe murder you," he sighs, but he doesn't know that it's not his intentions that I'm wary of. I don't trust myself around him...not entirely. "I guess I'll just give it to you straight. Yes—this is about Luna Lara and how you recklessly broke into her room."

"I needed my sister's athame—"

"Do I even want to know how you knew she had it—"

"Do you want to know how she got in the first place? Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that she's sleeping with your psychopathic brother—"

"Janey Mack, you're feistier than usual today!" His teeth are clenched together and his jaw flexes in displeasure. But I can't find the sense to worry about that—or that my eyes keep flickering down to his lips.

"Sorry for not having better anger management skills, Adrian. My parents are dead, my sister has been now for a year, my mate is a lying, cheating sack of shit, and I'm in the middle of stupid forest in a stupid pack that I have no stupid, fucking idea about!" I scream the last part into my hands. My frustration in myself is manifesting in more than just lashing out at him—I don't even have to look at my hands to know that the Darkness is surfacing through my veins. It's a familiar feeling now—like Ice and Lava are running through my blood simulateneously.

But he has no problem prying my hands from my face. He's not afraid of me even when I am. Again, I'm stricken into a dumbfounded state when I meet his gaze.

"This stupid Alpha is going to show you a thing or two in this stupid forest," He drops my hands faster than I would have liked him to. I shove my hands into my hoodie pockets and follow him again, "I won't try to tell you that taking back your sister's ritual blade was wrong—because it was not only your sister's posession she had stolen. It was Cynbel's knife at one point. I would have broken into that room to take it back too if you had told me—which you did not."