Chosen Ones

Chapter 17: Twin telepathy

Will's POV (1st person)

A majority of statistics show that twins have the ability to be close alike, whether it's the way they move, talk, do daily things in their life or just plain fucking breathing. People love to make twins appear as carbon copy aliens, doplegangers in a sense just because of sheer similarities. Me and my brother are nothing alike. Whereas Josiah is calm, calculating and patient. I am the opposite. I'm a hot head, I make rash decisions and I never want to take my time. I hunger for things to be done as I want when I please and that's exactly how I feel right now.

I slam my fist into the wall the feeling of no control consuming me as I grit my teeth pulling my hand free of the plaster just to slam it in again. The thuds ringing off the halls as drywall spills onto the floor is flakes. I kick them aside with my shoe disgusted at what I'd done but the throb in my wrist is rewarding. I'm never the violent type, some say I'm too much of a joker I guess I am mischievous in a sense, but hearing her scream, seeing Amelia pale on the floor barely conscious the only thing keeping her awake was her sobs and the fear.

The fear wracked all of us on her dorm bathroom floor. While her body shook my anger built. I had to keep it down for her, I couldn't let her feel that. Fuck I couldn't let her feel what she was feeling. Mine and Josiah's fear leaked into our angels heart and I saw the way it affected her. I had linked Josiah privately, I needed him to know we needed to stop this in its tracks.

He looked down at our girls face and saw all she felt and sent his message in return. I calmed. I calmed harder than I ever have in my fucking life, throwing it at the mate bond and willing her freedom from the darkness that gripped her heart. It was all I could do, she was hurt I couldn't touch her, I might not see her wounds but I know she is, I feel the throbbing too. As she kisses my brother I wished it was me.

Petty jealousy knowing that she bore both our marks, but she needed him. The calm he could provide her was far more intense than I could offer, my emotions clawing and tearing to get out. That's what ended me up in the hall outside the infirmary punching holes in the school walls my family pays for. Of course it was nothing that couldn't be fixed.

As I stared at the mess I made my shoulders and head dropped in defeat. How was I going to protect Lia if I couldn't protect myself from.. well, me? I looked at my cut up knuckles and grimaced. Like I said I've never been the violent type. People were right about that. However, when it comes to my angel, I will be as violent as I need to be. Nobody in those visions will lay a fucking finger on her. She's mine.

Josiah's POV (First person)

Dull thuds echoed in the hall. I knew it was my brother, I felt his pain through our link, but I knew he would be clear visioned soon. He always bounced back. Even if I wanted to check on him I wouldn't dare, nothing would take me away from Lia's side. My Lia, she needed me here with her.

The nurse that had tended to her was very thorough when she found out it was the schools son's mate. Nothing but the best for my little wolf. The nurse concluded that Lia had a concussion, that I was expecting honestly. From the knot I felt on the back of her head I knew she must have collapsed after her vision.

I was no stranger to exhaustion. Many nights I lay awake after discovering Lia as my mate. Many nights I treaded a path in the carpet in my and my brother's dorm floor after her first vision. Peace didn't seem to be an option for any of us in this situation. I'd learn to pace myself in my feelings long ago. Me and my brother being twins, we were completely different, but the one thing we shared was our emotions, people like to say twins can read each other's minds but it's furthest from the truth.

No me and my brother shared our emotions. He always felt his in full, like a raging animal. I couldn't stand to feel that way all the time. I paced myself. I journaled from a young age, I learned to process without overworking myself, or my blood pressure. I thanked my lucky stars for doing that as I look into Lia's sleeping face.

Her blonde hair framing it as she looked sickly pale. Her cheeks somewhat hallow, like the last vision she had took a part of her life away. I wonder when she wakes up if she will still be my sweet girl, or will that darkness have changed her heart into something I wish she didn't have to be.

My brother took his anger out on the walls while I took mine out on the man plaguing my little wolf's mind. I cursed him in my soul in every fiber of my being. I wasn't going to let him touch a hair on her head. Our room switch is today, we will never leave her side. When she wakes up I will personally keep her in that room day and night to protect her from the man that so desperately wants to take my slice of heaven from me.

I'll have her school work sent up, it will just be us, her and her protectors. Nothing will ever threaten her peace again. And as I smoothed her hair away from her face and willed my calm and my determination into her I swear saw color come back into her face.

That was worth more than anything I've done in my life besides marking her as mine.