Unexpected Newcomer

8

Angel's POV

I stick my pink blemished nose in the air sniffing through the crisp morning air, a bitter sweet scent lingered causing goosebumps to run along my pale smooth skin.

I couldn't decipher the smell, it was something unfamiliar but the tangy mouth watering scent made something deep within start to tingle. It's as if another being inside of me wanted to rip through my skin and escape from the open wounds. I was well aware that I was a werewolf but I hadn't connected with my wolf yet, many of my pack mates say I must be a late bloomer but I am not blind to see how they worry over my wolf, if there's a wolf at all. Our wolf spirits can get lost within their human mind, in most cases if something traumatizing has happened to their host they retract to protect themselves. I can still feel them, I know they're there hiding just below the surface just to afraid to be hurt again, but I'm afraid too and they left me all alone to take the brunt force.

I've been lucky to come a crossed such a kind pack, these past years I've come to live with Alpha Michael have been life altering with his unwavering kindness, if it weren't for him I wouldn't be here today, so in all honestly I owe him my life. Though I still haven't found the courage to tell him why I was in the forest to begin with, I've become comfortable enough to find security in his company, but not safe enough to bring up the darkness of my past, terrified of what he might think or that he would send me back to that awful place.

He's a great man and has protected me from the monsters in my nightmares, as have the other pack members, though I try to isolate myself from them, afraid once I allow myself to trust them that's when they will decide to hurt me.

My ears suddenly twitch when in the distance Michael's car quickly approaches with a screeching of rubbing rotors. Immediately I am made aware of two things, Michael is expelling a distinct scent of distress and the smell of aggravated sweat slowly rolls down his wrinkled forehead and the second is the swelling ache that begins to increase deep within my chest.

My heart beat began to increase once I felt Michael's worry. 'What's going on?' I ask myself, all the while trying to remain hidden. I doubt he'll see me considering the pack house is in the middle of the forest, and i'm well hidden within the vines that encase a large oak tree, they entangle around me making them and myself blend into the forest.

"Angel, I want you to stay where you are. Don't come out until I tell you to, okay?" Michael's voice boomed through our link, causing my panic to rise.

"What's going on?" My eyebrows are pinched together as the car passes, I duck down further trying to shield away from the line of sight from the shadowy passengers in the car.

"Nothing that you need to worry yourself over, the twins just don't take well to strangers, so I think it would be best if you three met at a later time. I wouldn't want to cause you anymore stress." His voice turned soft as if he was talking to a small child.

"Okay, I understand. When will I get to meet them?" My voice was almost bitter but it came out before I could choke it back. I hate to admit that i'm kind of jealous of the two older boys, considering Michael is always talking about his legitimate children. He seems so proud of his twin alphas, always speaking so highly of them. Now that their back, will he forget about me?

With that thought a heavy pout pulled over my face, and my once happy mood turned sour.

"What's wrong?" Michael asks in his worried fatherly tone.

"Nothing." Is my pitiful reply.

"Obviously something. Don't forget that I can feel your emotions, and something is obviously bugging you. Is it about Noah and Mason?"

"Maybe." My voice was nearly a whisper, and for a moment I thought he didn't hear me.

"They'll never take me away from you Angel. You're just as much my son as they are. Blood doesn't matter, I will always love you wholeheartedly, and they won't change that." The way his voice softened like butter was enough to make me feel at ease, but the feeling still nagged at me from deep within. After a moment of silence Michael was the first to speak. "I do love you Angel. Why don't you hang out with Xavier for a while, and i'll talk to Mason and Noah?" Michael always made it so easy to forget about the things that were bugging me, temporarily at least.

"Yeah, I guess I could. I think he's with Zeke at training."

"Okay, make sure to be back at nine, got it?" I could feel his teasing smile.

"Got it." I roll my eyes playfully.

Xavier is the only other person I socialize with aside from Michael. I would talk to Zeke, Xavier's brother, but he's a warrior of the pack so he gives off a really intimidating vibe, which makes it hard for me to communicate with him. Xavier's an omega like me which him and I are the only male omegas of the pack, so yeah we were just meant to be friends.

Coming out of my hiding spot I reveal myself, and turn to run towards the training grounds. It's quite often that the warriors see me while they train, which apparently they think is a perfect time to approach me, trying to engage in a seemingly harmless conversation, which obviously fails miserably due to my lack of social skills.

One time it got so bad that dad had to come and scold the surrounding group of persistent wolves who had crowded around me asking questions I was most definitely not comfortable answering. His voice was deep and commanding as he used his alpha voice to intimidate the young warriors in training, he definitely got his point across because ever since that day no one has even tried to approach me. All except for Chris... He just won't give it a rest. I swear at one point Zeke had to punch him in the throat when his advances became a little to pervish. I definitely don't hate the guy, he's just the type to never take no for an answer which can become quite buggish when you're the type of person that doesn't want "that" kind of attention.