Bottled Fury

Chapter 8: The Chase

 So this chapter is dedicated to S-hawk because she's been bugging me to upload...love ya bestie lol :)

Anyway, how people depict Amberlyn...or as known to the Immortal community, the Phantom ---->

Anyway, enjoy :)

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I saw her back tense up, and I had my answer. She’d never been taken. Suddenly, my wolf surged to the front, howling in triumph. A long pause followed my question, making me rethink my first assumption.

Finally, “Yes, I am. I was never interested. Just took care of business, and could release the stress myself. Why would I go to a man for that when it could possibly lead to emotional attachment? Couldn’t justify doing that to myself so I retained my freedom and my virginity. No regrets there.”

In the middle of that speech, she turned to face me, shoulders back, and eyes glowing fierce violet. She looked proud, her mouth set in a firm line.

“Why are you the Assassin? Why not chose something else?” I knew that if I had pursued that topic any further, we’d have issues.

She bared her teeth in a feral grin. “Because it was either that or a tame job and by the time I was fifteen, I got to choose. I could train to be an assassin, or be a bodyguard. I chose assassin.”

Amberlyn’s eyes were still violet, and her breathing had deepened the longer she stood there. I still hadn’t gotten my answer though.

“Why, Amberlyn, why become an assassin?”

Abruptly, she stared pacing, shaking her shoulders as if she were in her wolf form and shaking off stress. “Because, Troy, it gave me everything. I chose it because I could become everything werewolf women are not. I could protect myself, my friends. I could outmatch most males; I became independent. I am strong,. I am aggressive, and calculating. I am quiet and beautiful and all of it had an outlet. I am the perfect weapon. And I found out I could go the distance so to speak. God, I need to change.”

Her emotions were snowballing, changing so fast my nose couldn’t keep up. I had hit a sore spot with her. Amberlyn dashed toward her room, and minutes later a huge white werewolf strolled into the kitchen, violet eyes a stark contrast to her pure white coat.

She was gorgeous. Sleek, and feminine even in her wolf form, she embodied the ideal female werewolf…minus her ability to fight. Maybe if she was introduced to our more traditional society, I could bring about certain changes that I’d been pushing toward for decades.

Following that train of thought, I wondered how my pack would respond to one such as her as their Alpha female. Grinning savagely at the thought of her being my mate, I felt my wolf surging under my skin. Unable to control this change anymore than the last one, I knelt on the kitchen floor and let the change take me.

During the time it took me to change, I realized one thing: Amberlyn was my mate.

Standing over her white form, I noticed that we were uncomfortably squashed in the tiny cabin kitchen. I could smell Amberlyn’s annoyance, but I just let a wolfish grin slide across my face. I heard the front door open, and Amberlyn started toward it, obviously expecting me to follow.

Watching her flanks and tail swish tauntingly in front of my face, I knew I was in trouble. Nipping at her feet and flanks, I urged her to play. Instead, she turned around and snapped at my nose, violet eyes holding anger…and uncertainty?

Had she never played as a wolf?

With that unnerving thought, I ignored her conflicting emotions, and nipped at her flanks again, causing her to jump forward and snarl again. Not allowing that to dissuade me, I let my tongue loll out then snapped at her again, playfully still.

Understanding finally flickered in her eyes, and I felt her burgeoning excitement. She turned and sprinted out the front door, sailing over the steps in a graceful leap. Her white coat gleamed in the early morning daylight.

With my heart starting to race, I followed behind, slowly at first to give her a head start then with increasing speed until we were crashing through the underbrush, barks and yelps echoing in the now quiet forest.

Adrenaline was rushing through my veins, the smell of lavender in my nose, and the ground solid under my feet. Now that I was here with Amberlyn, I was glad that we weren’t at one of my safe houses or I’d have a pack member or two running through it daily. There would have been conflicts if she had disrespected traditional roles within the pack.

Catching a glimpse of her white coat through breaks in the trees, I let my tongue hang out. I was in my element, chasing my mate, and for a few days, we were safe.

Speaking of safety, who was after those women? Or more specifically, why? I didn’t see how Amberlyn’s assumption that it was a part of a ruse to get her mated could be plausible. Wouldn’t the Council want such a powerful figure working with them to go after the criminals while they sorted out political messes?

After seeing Amberlyn for a second time, closer this time, I shook off such thoughts and got back into the game of chase.

Boy, was this going to be a good game.

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