Vixen

Chapter Four

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Chapter Four - Unedited, read at your own risk!

A raging headache woke me up bright and early in the morning. It was barely breaking dawn but my hangover didn't care. Groaning, I swung my legs onto the edge of the bed and attempted to rub the eminent grogginess from my eyes.

I made myself a mental note to never drink again. That cocktail was more potent than I had expected it to be.

All the emotional trauma that occurred yesterday dawned upon me. Jack had walked out of my life but I doubted it was a permanent fix to his troubles. There was also the Raphael issue that needed to be resolved. He was giving me the power to take him or leave him and I didn't know what I wanted.

Follow your heart, my wolf whispered. We had this conversation yesterday but I barely retained any information from it. Drinking really didn't do me any good.

I knew she wanted me to give him an honest shot, and initially I wanted to but I needed him to give me one first or else giving him that chance would be pointless. Things had changed; now, I saw him as nothing but a lost cause that wasn't worth investing my energy into. My wolf believed there was a withdrawn lonely man deep down within him and we needed to fight for that man.

I didn't believe there was much decency inside of him though. It was impossible for someone to be that closed off to never shed a single real raw emotion. The Raphael we saw about as deep as he got.

But he did show emotion, she hissed. My wolf was growing impatient with me. Last night.

The memory was vague because well I was still pretty much asleep when Raphael snuck into my room and stroked my hair lovingly. It was a brief moment of affection but it was pure. Unlike before when he faked it in front of the entire pack.

Shaking my head, I convinced myself that it was all an alcohol induced dream. I plopped off my cushioned bed and headed for the door. With a swift glance towards the mirror I noticed that my hair had fallen flat and my watchful eyes were swollen. Prior to last night, the last time I cried was when I first arrived at Blue River. I was young and frightened out of own skin and just needed someone to take me in. That was nearly sixteen years ago.

After being in this house for at least a week or two now I had gotten familiar enough with finding my way to places like the kitchen, library, bathroom, garden and back up to my room. As much as I wanted to explore more I feared who I was going to bump into. This mansion I learned was indeed the pack house and it had been much more populous lately like it should have been.

About a fourth of the pack resided in this house and claimed it as their own. Cabin fever was beginning to settle into my system and I had an itch to go on a run. Running always helped clear my muddled thoughts and often put my restless wolf at ease.

I wasn't quite sure if I was allowed to wander around the rest of their territory though. Someone might assume I was going to make a great escape. I mean, the news had already spread around the entire pack about the intruders coming to rescue their damsel in distress. I never made a distress call out to them though, therefore they came on their own account.

Gianna was busy zooming all about in the kitchen. She would flip the pancakes, scramble the eggs and proceed to juicing the oranges. Her swift movements happened in a giant blur. This was a ritual that occurred every morning; she handled breakfast for me as if I were a guest of honor.

I gingerly took a seat at the island, allowing myself to settle down into tall bar stool. My little kid instincts couldn't help but to swivel the chair around with my legs dangling freely. I giggled at my own childishness only to be interrupted by someone roughly clearing their throat.