DAMIEN

Chapter seven

Anya mentally praised herself for always bringing extra clothes whenever she went out.

She never packed pajamas, only clothes for the day since she always expected to be home the same day. This wasn't one of those times however.

It had been about thirty minutes when a light skinned man came knocking on the door of Blaine's house came to retrieve his Alpha.

She quickly learned it was Darius, the other maniac who had tackled her on to the ground. He was also the one who landed her in this pack filled with maniacs.

So when she saw the man she couldn't help but give him a dark glare that he returned with a pearly white smile that had her stomping off to the bathroom to shower.

She still felt irritated by Blaine. She still wanted to kick him between the legs and now she wanted to slap him.

Just who did he think he was!? Oh that's right, he's an arrogant asshole who thinks he's gonna control her.

So not happening. She's been playing by her rules for the longest time for someone to waltz on in and try controlling her.

She was almost tempted to go run outside and yell that she knew where his pack was and was going to tell everyone. She wanted to go see for herself that see couldn't leave.

But something made her discard the idea.

Maybe it was that look that literally said he would kill to keep what he cherished hidden.

And in her gut she wouldn't put it pass him.

Or maybe it was because she wanted to help him keep it protected as well.

Yeah right! She thought. The man pissed her off so much in such a little amount of time. It was the first time she felt her temper spark like it did in a long time.

The last time that happened was about four years ago when Nixon had put a paint can in the doorframe so when she opened the door she got a nice shower of green paint.

Not to mention a huge knot on her head from the can.

She was so infuriated with him that she broke his arm and several ribs for the not so funny prank.

It took her four weeks just to get all traces of paint out of her hair.

Ever since then she's been in pretty good control of her temper. That is until she met this asshole and his three musketeers.

She made it her mission to never come near this pack again. When she got home tomorrow morning she would be the good little rogue like Nixon has been wanting her to be.

No more running through the forbidden grounds. She wanted to never meet another maniac like Blaine who had his head far up his ass.

She came to the conclusion that the sparks she felt when he touched her were just her hormones going crazy.

So after scrubbing her skin off till it was red in frustration she got out of the shower and got dress.

Hunger was the last thing on her mind when she went to the nearest bedroom and tore the comforter off the bed to take it to the couch in the living room where she decided to sleep.

As soon as her body hit the cushions she immediately felt uncomfortable. To many scents surrounded her that weren't the ones she was use to.

It's been forever since she found herself amoungest a pack and sleeping here felt foreign to her.

She was used to the forest scents that weren't mixed with the ones of many wolves.

She was use to Nixon's scent alone.