The She-Devil's Wolf

~Chapter 17~

Emily was going to kill Devon McKenna if it was the last thing she did this day. How could he have not told her they were stopping by to see his mother and father? It was embarrassing and infuriating to know he did not once think to tell her this. Not only that but Emily didn't know how to act, should she be her rude and outspoken sister or her quiet and timid self.

As Emily took Devon's hand so he could help her out of the carriage she stopped. The thought of going back to being the timid wallflower she was making her sick.

Yet the thought of being a rude she-devil to Devon's mother and father didn't sit well with her ether. Emily didn't know who to be, if not herself, if not her sister then who?

"It will be fine Emily." Looking up at Devon as he stood before her, his black hair, and blue eyes soft with caring and understanding. She couldn't help but smile-.

Emily found her new found smile quickly vanished as a man punched Devon in the face, knocking him to the ground. Emily let go a scream of surprise as the man advanced on Devon, picking him up just to hit him again. Emily watched as Devon did nothing to fight back. Not understanding why Devon would do nothing to protect himself or get away. Emily jumped at Devons attacker. Jumping on his back, Emily did the only thing she could think of, she bit him on the neck.

They all froze.

She wasn't sure why her first thought had been to rip his throat out.

With a growl of anger and frustration the man lifted Devon closer to his face.

Making Emily bite down hard enough to break skin, the tasted of his blood on her tough not stopping her.

"I knew it, you bit her. After your mother ordered you never to do so."

"I did . . . Father."

With a grunt of anger Devon father pushed him away, his anger showing through the calm demeanor, his father gave off. Even as a wild woman bit him.

Without thought, Emily let go of Devon's father and ran to his side. He didn't seem to be hurt or rattled from what his father did.

As if he had been expecting his father to attack him. Something Emily didn't understand. Did his father not like that his son was going to marry an English woman?

"Are you ok?" hands lightly on his chest, Emily watched as he sat up and looked at his father for a long moment, before turning to look at her.

He frowned as he smiled at her showing he was only trying to ease her worry.

"I'm fine." Devon whipped his hand across her face. wiping something away. With a hard blink Emily wiped at her mouth.

Blood, she saw blood on her hands, making her frantic as she tried to get the blood off her face.

The soft calm hands on hers made Emily look up at Devon.

With all her confusion and fear showing Emily looked at Devon for answer.

"What is wrong with me?" Her voice cracked as tears filled her eyes.

"Came, let's get you cleaned up." A woman said from behind her, drawing Emily eyes to a slender woman, who looked a little older than Devon.

An older sister maybe?

With long dark brown hair, skin kissed by the sun and blue eyes that looked too much like Devon, it was clear she was part of his family.

This woman stood strong and proud in her plaid colors of red, blue and green. The man beside her, the one Devon had called father looked young too, his body still strong and in its prime. He had a mess of black hair that looked like it would never be tamed, and eyes as gray as the highland mist. His plaid kilt the same color as the woman.