The Darkest One

The Darkest One Ch. 3 Change (Edited)

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Chapter 3 Change

“What?” I spun around shocked. That was impossible! There was no way could he be in a fight! My eyes darted around the room until I saw him. I was right; he wasn’t in the fight. He was trying to break up the fight; which was admirable since it was between a werewolf and a human. The human literately had no chance.

“You guys stay here.” I ordered before walking over to Damien. Where was Adam? He went after Damien didn’t he? Just before I reached the fighting duo, the werewolf slugged Damien in the nose with his elbow. It looked like it had been an accident but it sent Damien staggering backwards. He stumbled into me and I pushed him away from me.

He caught his balance quickly and turned around; he looked surprised to see me. “What are you doing?”

“What am I doing?” I retorted, “What are you doing?”

Blood was gushing from his noise and he sounded congested, “Trying to stop the fight.”

“All that’s gotten you is a broken nose.” I muttered. I reached up, pinched nose, and snapped it back it place. He cursed and pushed my hands away.

“A warning would have been nice.”

“You saw my hand didn’t you? There was your warning.”

He glared at me, gingerly touching his nose. “A verbal warning then.” I merely shrugged, “Just stay out of the fight.” He ordered.

“Like I’m going to jump in there. I don’t have a death wish.”

He ignored me and spun back around. He marched back into the middle of the fight. He grabbed the human’s shirt in his fist. With one sharp tug he pulled him out of harm’s way. Vincent, the name echoed in my mind repeating until new information replaced it, 17, human. Favorite color blue.

I looked away quickly, not wanting to learn the stranger’s life story. When I looked back Damien had pushed Vincent to me. “Hold him.” Damien told me and suddenly Vincent was stuck in my grasp. He jerked trying to pry my hands off his arm. When that didn’t work he glared at me.

“Let me go lady.”

“Uhh no.”

That ended our conversation. He didn’t say anything else and I didn’t plan on speaking to him. Damien was calming the werewolf down while effectively blocking him. From what I heard Vincent was flirting with the wolf’s mate. I almost felt sorry for him; he was just so stupid. What was he thinking? Flirting with a werewolf’s mate was a no-no.

A few minutes later the werewolf, Caleb, stalked off. He pulled; who I assumed was his mate, to him. I focused my attention back to Damien as he walked over to us. “You can let him go now Emilia.” I let go of his arm within seconds.

Vincent rubbed his arm angrily, “You guys didn’t have to but in. I had it under control.”

“No you didn’t.” Damien didn’t bother to sugarcoat it, “If you plan on living here, among unnaturals, you better plan on learning how not to piss them off.”

Vincent snorted, “Why should that matter?”

“That guy you picked a fight with was a werewolf. And you flirted with his mate; his territory. If I hadn’t stopped him he probably would have killed you because of it.”

Something flicked in Vincent’s eyes but it was gone as soon as I saw it. He said nothing and when Damien turned to me it was an obvious dismissal. I didn’t bother watching him leave; like I’d ever see the idiot again. He seemed to have a death wish and I did not.