The woman in the picture

Chapter 2:The Fall

Talia's POV:

Jamie leaned down and connected our lips in a soft embrace. Heat rushed to my cheeks and spread to my ears, her hands softly grasping my face. Fireworks erupted in my stomach and my mind went blank. All I knew in this moment was her. Her soft lips over mine, Her leather and coffee cologne circling my whole body, the way we fit perfectly together and the best of all the electricity running through my entire body.

But just as quickly as it started, she pulled away. Placing one last kiss to my forehead before resting her chin on top of my head as she pulled me further into her chest.

We sat there for awhile before she pulled away and tipped my chin up to meet her eyes.

"Im so sorry you went through all of that." remorse clear In her voice as she spoke to me.

"I'm here now, I'll protect you. You'll never go through any of that again, as long as I'm alive no person will ever hurt you again, I swear to you."

I tilted my head down placing my ear over her heart, hearing it beat at a slow and steady pace. I know she wasn't lying to me she'll be there for me, forever if I asked for it.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her closer to me accepting her promise. As I pulled myself back a smile grew on my face, I'll never be alone again.

"We'll never be alone" Sif said as she poked her way to the front of my mind. I jumped a bit at the sudden intrusion and giggled as Sif came and began rubbing her large body against our legs.

"Who is this?" Jamie asked, I felt her kneel down and start petting Sif.

"This is my wolf Sif" I said Proudly, we may have been born differently than others from my fathers pack but we are still of alpha blood. We are bigger than most pack members, and we have better senses than most too.

"You're wolf is pure black Talia..." Jamie said in a disbelieving tone. "what pack did you say you're from?" Her question caught me off guard, why would that be important.

"I'm from the Blackridge Mountain pack, why?" I was still confused, why did she need to know what pack I came from.

"There are legends that are passed down from Alpha to Alpha in my pack, my father has made sure to tell me how important those were to our pack as they contained pieces of our history. We need to go speak to my father, now." Jamies tone cut through the air like a hot knife. I was no longer confused. No, now I was scared. What does she mean we have to go see her father. Why did she become so stoic. Frightened almost just at the site of my wolf.

I stood there speechless not knowing what to say or do in the moment. Jamie's hands gripped my shoulders as she began speaking in a hushed tone, as if we were being listened to.

"You need to pack a bag quickly, just clothes. Im taking you to my place so I can arrange a meeting with my father..." her body began to move around me, obviously grabbing her things. That kicked me into gear as I instructed Sif to give me my sight, so that I could do as Jamie instructed.

The light was blinding, quickly blinking my eyes to help them adjust to the light as they were extremely sensitive. I stumbled a bit still trying to gather my things but everything was blurry, I did as best as I could with how much I was able to see.

As soon as my bag was packed Jamie grabbed me and began pulling me throughout my apartment. As we reached the front door and pushed it open I saw a man in a black suite step out of his car and began walking towards us slowly. I didn't have to say anything to Jamie as she already saw him. Before I could react I was being pushed behind the door once again, the man now nearly to us began running forward and attacked jaime. No words were spoken as they fought, The man was bigger than Jamie by a lot but you could see where she lacked in size she made up for in speed. Jamie began throwing punches and hitting the man in the ribs and face, most connecting to the mans body. Blood began dripping from his face as Jamie continued to beat the man. Just as Jaime was about to throw another punch the man caught her fist in his hand. Gripping it tightly with in his.