🥀Raven and Wolf🥀

Chapter 12- Shay

"If you don't get your hands off of me you'll fucking lose them!" Her soft, feminine voice shrieks at me, and even with the way it grates on my ears, its still the most beautiful damn thing I've ever heard.

I pull her into me, caging her arms by her side and absolutely relishing the way she melts into me. I don't even know if she knows she's doing it, if she can feel the way her shoulders twitch back into an almost reluctant ease as well as I can.

I won't say that I don't know what her anger is at, because she's told me in no uncertain terms that she thinks I've been stalking her... and she's right, because I have, for far longer than she even knows... but she would never have known that. I clean up after myself, don't leave any trails, especially when at work. So, whoever she is talking about, assuming I am... must be a different stalker of hers.

I lower my mouth to her ear, feeling the slight shiver that trails down her spine when I inhale the sweet scent of whatever shampoo she uses. "Do you seriously think that Saint can take my hands from me? I'm wounded by how little you think of me, princess."

I feel the muscles in her back tense again, the realization of what I've said settling into her.

And before she can get the words that are building in the back of her head out, something across the street explodes.

Basic training kicks in and I tackle Ghost to the ground before I can even think to do anything else, making sure that she stays as uninjured as possible with the fall.

I take in the sight when the fire and flying debris has calmed down. Noting that a car has exploded in the parking lot across the street. And thats when I remember watching her walk to her car, seeing her look around in the black whatever-the-hell before getting in.

I see the blown up, black car and get my answer.

She most certainly does have another stalker.

Poor girl can catch a break.

When everything has calmed, I pull her up to a stand with me. And I'm about to ask if she's okay, when I see her sway in my arms instead.

She almost face plants into my chest, she does actually. And its then that the panic starts to kick in. My hands search over her body to try and find the wound.

I find it, and the 'panic' I felt is eclipsed by something so much worse. A string of curses fall from me while I maneuver her, looking at her face. She's pale, her eyes mostly closed already.

I lie her down, checking to see the severity of her injuries. And a seven inch tear in her side with metal still stuck inside... is the worst fucking case scenario.

I search her pockets then, finding her cell and turning it on. Its locked, of course, and I have to wipe her bloody thumb off on my shirt in order to get the scanner to read the print.

When its open I search through her contacts, finding the only one that matters.

And he answers on the second ring. "Hey, kiddo. I was just actually-"

"Not now, Saint." I bark through the line, desperation bleeding into the harsh tone.

"Who the fuck...! Reaper? What the hell are you doing with Ghost's-"

"Again, not now, Saint. You need to get to Mandy's right now, and bring a medic."

There's a long pause where nothing is said, and then the line is dead.

And when I say that universes could live and die in the time that I wait for that fucker to show... when I say that humanity can die off and re-evolve back into the state we are in now... I'm not exaggerating even a bit.