Beautiful Songbird

Chapter 2 ~ Her

* A.N - The A Team - Ed Sheeran (Cover by Madilyn Bailey and Jake Coco)Play when * seen

Blood . Rogues blood, to be exact. I wish I could say they went away without a fight, but I would be lying. They stubbornly wouldn't give up, leading to, well, this. They put up quite the fight, but there numbers are depleting quickly now that we've made our way towards the center of their defenses, making them weak. I snap the neck of another dropping the lifeless body to the ground. I keep my mind on the evil they've done, the life's they destroyed, it makes it easier to commit murder so many times.

Snap

Snap

Snap

Snap

Snap

These become the only sounds I hear after I kill one after another, making me feel sick inside.

'It's over, they've all been terminated' Wesley mind links me, 'All those who'd been taken as prisoner rescued except one, she's sitting high up in a tree and won't let anyone come near the tree by throwing branches. She continuously sings The A Team, beautiful voice too.' I make my way over to where Wesley's scent is when I'm hit with a rush of the most beautiful scent. The smell of honey and strawberries fill my nose causing me to sniff the air and my wolf, Nick, to purr. 'Why are you purring?' I ask Nick. He has been depressed with the chances of finding his mate being so low, causing him not to speak to me very often. 'I don't know yet, but I get the feeling we should follow the scent.' Nick answers, but cuts me off no longer wishing to speak meaning, follow that scent. I rush towards the scent only to find Wesley and Alpha Duhran looking high up into a tree. The scent is now hitting me full force, what is that scent? "Don't you smell that?" I ask to neither one in particular only to be answered with no. How could they not smell such a divine scent? Then suddenly, I hear it. The soft, angelic, voice coming from high up the tree.

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White lips, pale face

Breathing in the snow flakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, days end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say

She's in the class a team

Stuck in her day dream

Been this way since 18 but lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

'Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go made for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

I open my eyes, not even knowing they were closed, and look up and see her, looking down at me, and my whole world stops. 'Mate' Nick repeats over and over. I've found her. After years of searching, and here she is, sitting way up in a tree, singing A team. Her dark brown eyes look deeply into mine as her dark brown hair blows in the slight breeze in the air and the way she's hanging off the branch to get a look at me, her scent becoming more and more intoxicating, and I pick up the scent of her being a human, meaning she was the prisoner of the rogues. How long had she been with them? What had they done to her? Probably not much since she's sitting all the way up in a tree and hitting people with broken branches, which reminds me why I'm here.