Angel

Chapter Eight

I'm gonna skip the hello crap today.

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"You want to what!?" I glare at Andrew, his posture is completely rigid but his face says that he's completely defeated.

"I... they can't think of any other option.." his voice trails off and I roll my eyes.

"No other option! Ha! We fight back, that's what we do." I step forward already planning our defence and ignoring the they in his response.

"No. You don't understand." Andrew steps forward, then pauses signaling for the older man to explain.

"The rogues little 'pack' is twice the size of ours. There's no way that we'll even have a chance at being able to defeat them." He says it matter of factly, like he's always right.

"Okay, look old man, I don't know who you are. But I'm in charge here wether you like it or not. We're fighting back, call a pack meeting, everyone will be trained up until the day before they attack." The man goes to speak agian and I cut him off, I'm mad now.

"This is NOT open for discussion." I growl at him and he sits down clearly pissed at me. "Okay, don't play spoiled little pouty brat on me. I'm in charge, end of story. If you don't like it leave my pack house." His eyes widen and he looks at me in surprise. I wait and he nods and sits back in the chair.

"Good, now that we have that all cleared up." I clap my hands together. "Summon all of the fighters." I look at Andrew and he just nods.

Soon there are six people standing in front of me, all of them strong and capable looking. For some reason, they're all also shirtless. I kick Ashley out because she was drooling to much and I couldn't concentrate with her eye raping all the guys.

The first one, Mason, has short blonde hair, blue eyes, plump lips that most girls would kill for and a huge scar running across his entire chest from his left shoulder, all the way to his right hip bone. Its not my place, so I don't ask how he got a scar so huge.

Second in line, Kyle, also has short hair, but it's brown, his eyes are a piercing hazel color and his lips are soft and pink. His chest is covered in scars that look like battle wounds, scattered almost randomly all over his front. He sees me eyes his scars and winks, I blush and Andrew quietly growls at him.

The third, Xander, has black hair that stops right above dark chocolate brown eyes that remind me almost of a lost puppy, while his lips are practically begging to be kissed. He has no scars, but one seriously nice body.

The fourth, Tyler, has average length brown hair, full lips and brown eyes that match his hair, with flakes of gold in them. He has no scars, but a tattoo on his back that ends partially in the front of his left shoulder blade.

The fifth, Elijah, has fiery red hair that almost clash with soft blue eyes, his lips are thin but it fits his face. He has scars all over his chest, arms, and three on his face. One on his left cheekbone, one one the right side of his head by his hairline and one on his left eye that reminds me of Scar from The Lion King. He notices my eyes on that one and grins at me, clearly proud of it.

"What can I say? I'm a scrapper." His voice is soft, playful and almost carefree as he winks making me laugh.

And the sixth, Zion, has dark red hair and brown eyes that look like they should belong to someone older and much wiser. He doesn't have any scars but smiles when my eyes linger on his chest a split second to long.

"Alright boys," I clap my hands and get dirty looks from both Tyler and Xander when I say boys, "what's your specialty?" They all look at me like I'm nuts and I roll my eyes. "Fighting, what's you best fighting skill, weapons hand to hand, shifted... what?" They take a moment before any of them speak up and the first to speak was Elijah.