Lycan Soulmates #4: Lycan Nights [18+]

Chapter 9

Angel's POV

After the movie, I go home. I pace my room that night while my mother sleeps, and I'm holding a new copy of the bible.

I pace and pace but eventually I feel like looking up at the moon. It usually brought me peace, for some reason.

So, I push aside my curtains and I kneel on the floor, putting the book on my lap, as I look up at the sky. The moon is looking right at me, directly above and in front of my line of sight. It's illuminating everything.

I breathe out through my nostrils, slow, and I clear all my thoughts.

Until I think of nothing.

Nothing. I feel some semblance of peace –

Buzz. On the bedside table. My phone.

I reach behind me to grab it and bring it onto my lap.

10.30pm. Sardonix. I'm going to bite you tonight, Angel, fair warning; tonight is a rite of passage. While the gates are open, we'll go through all together.

I stare at the words. I take it means this; he was going to fucking kill me. Eat me. Like. What.

I don't respond.

What the hell does that mean? I almost text that. But I delete it. Why? I almost text that too, but I delete that also. Why did I have to say anything? His message confirmed something for me. I wasn't going to meet him, in the forest, at 3am – ever. That was beyond messed up. Why did he say that. Why.

I throw my phone along the floorboards, away from me, and I close the curtains.

I was going to sleep.

I get in bed and I lie wide awake staring at the ceiling.

Be honest.

Be honest and nothing but.

Squirming and unable to get comfortable nor sleepy, I get out of bed and pick up my phone again.

No new texts from Sardonix.

But I know what to say now.

No. The meeting is cancelled – forever. Go away.

Send; tap.

Sent.

I lie back down, and now I get a marginal amount of mental relief.

I relax.

Buzz.

The phone is at my thigh.

I pick it up to look at the screen reluctantly.

He's asked a question.

Did I scare you?

Obviously! The question annoys me, it also scares me further. I glare at the screen, thumbs hovering over the keyboard.

I'd be mentally insane if the thought of you biting me, didn't sc...

I delete the message.

Bite.

He didn't say plural. O-oh oh!

I change the message.

Is it some kind of... mark?

I send that.

He responds lightning quick.

Did you think I was going to eat you? Hahahaha!