DAMIEN

Chapter nine

The sky had taken on a gray coat, indicating that rain was soon to come at any moment. Off in the far distant lightening could be seen showing off in zigzagged patterns as it lit up the darken sky. The wind that blew with the oncoming rain turned even chiller with the winter air.

It was only when the weather was like this that Nixon's beloved friend chose to pull him into the spell of her violin. Heart wrenching music seeped through his bedroom walls as he listened to her play each note in the next room. He could feel chills make their way up his spine as he allowed himself to fall deeper into her spell.

Anya was truly a gifted person for being able to play several different instruments. Besides the violin she had mastered the harp, cello, and piano all before she turned sixteen. Her parents were probably the ones who had inspired her to play many instruments since they themselves played many before they vanished.

Nixon rembered Anya would always hole herself up in her room staring vigorously at sheet music while he just sat off in the corner. He remembered how she would always become frustrated and slam the books shut, throwing them across the roim, when she was stuck on a certain spot.

It had been years before Anya picked up an instrument after her parents disappeared, the effect of her parents disappearance causing her to abandon music playing and her dream to go to a performing arts school all together. Nixon couldn't understand how her parents could just leave their only child behind, why they would leave the one thing they cherished the most behind.

Still, whenever she left their old pack she took her mothers violin with her despite it being her least favorite instrument. When he asked her why the violin she just shrugged and said "not like we can bring the harp or piano with us..."

He knew that Anya had taken her parents disappearance hard, she just never showed it, but he knew she did. The fact she abandoned her ambitions was proof enough for him besides the obvious signs. It wasn't until 2 years ago that she finally picked up that violin and started playing once more, shocking him entirely.

Shaking his head, Nixon closed his eyes and rested back on his bed as he continued to listen to Anya play. Even now she was still a shell of the person she use to be. But it wasn't like he could ccomplain...after all she was much better than four years ago.

He was just about to relax and fall asleep when a scent caught his nose. The violin came to an abrupt stop in the next room signaling Anya caught it as well.

Quickly Nixon shot up from his bed and stood in the center of his room in high alert. Ever so slightly he could make out the sound of the violin being placed back on its stand as Anya made her way to him.

"Werewolves..." she whispered so only he could heard. He nodded his head in agreement even though she couldn't see him. Nixon could make out three wolves, their scents just ever so slightly different. There would only be one reason why werewolves were here, and that was for Anya.

He felt his wolf bristle at the thought of Anya being hurt. His wolf had always been protective of her when they were little, only to later find out that his wolf and her's were brother and sister. It shocked the hell out of both of them at that time since it was never heard of wolves being related. It was rare.

His wolf would put his life before her's and so would Nixon.

The sound of his door opening made Nixon dismiss his thoughts as Anya looked at him with a glint in her eyes that said she was ready to fight for her life.

She motioned him with her head to follow and started walking to the front. It was then that he saw the switch blade she held in her hand. One wound inflicted by it would leave a werewolf with nasty injuries.