Chapter 13 - Hello Again, Go Die

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NEW CHAP!  - I'm not too sure if i like this one so let me know if anything bad stuicks out :P

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*Ace’s POV*

After sliding off my parked motorbike I casually walked over to Mason who was leaning against his car. I completely ignored the many pairs of eyes burning holes into my back. “You ready?” Mason smirked.

I growled lowly at him. “This isn’t some kind of game Mase, these are people’s lives in our hands.”

Raising his eyebrows at me he said. “Since when have you cared about other people’s lives?” Jerk.

“Since the day I stopped caring about mine.” I answered simply. Mason leaned back slightly surprised by the truthful answer. He didn’t say anything, just nodded.

My heel turned and we began to slowly and carefully walk over to the line of people. I stared them down, each and every one of them. There was only the four of them. The rest of the pack, including the Alpha must still be inside.  In each look I measured their lives worth, a habit of mine. Marco, my brother, looked tired and hung-over adding to that he also smelled fairly strongly of alcohol.

The fumes almost choked my heightened senses. I wasn’t a fan of alcohol. I hated the illusion of happiness it gave you. Or how it always made me dizzy and the world seem syrupy.

Simon looked the same as always. He was looking incredibly hostile in my direction.  I didn’t care too much about his life, so my eyes slid towards the draped-on form of my Sister Clara. Her whole face was caked in make-up, as usual, and her stylish hair was piled high on her head. She had a pouty look to her lips and her boobs were introduced shamelessly to the world. Sadness flittered through me, how could someone as beautiful as my sister do this to herself? Clara was pressed against a strong arm that my eyes trailed up from.

Surprise flitted through me but it disappeared fast and I replaced it with a bored façade. Ash.

Half my body wanted to tear at him and see him bleed while the other half wanted to kiss the daylights out of him. This disgusted me to no end. Mate. A low, sickly weak voice . My wolf. I almost smiled with joy. You’re back!

But the voice didn’t return and I felt the connection with my wolf dissipate. Seeing her mate must have been enough to bring her back, but only for a short while. I mourned the loss of my friend again but snapped out of my self-pity when my eyes looked into Ash’s.

My heart began to pound so loudly I feared that the others could hear it. This is pathetic, I chastised, one second here and your already turning back into Alexis. I fought with my two fighting halves while still maintaining eye contact with my mate.

It hurt to see him so tired. Black circles hung from his blue orbs and his raven coloured hair was even messier than I remembered. It hung down to his ears unkempt and lacking enthusiasm. His lips were slightly opened, registering the shock of seeing me. It made him look sweet, like a boy. Still, with the 6 foot rock-hard body and tanned skin, Ash was anything but.

I crossed my arms and waited. Frowning when they looked at me expectantly I looked around to see if the Alpha Bayden would show up soon.  Finally, sick of waiting, I spoke and cut through the tensioned air.

“Well?”

No answer. Ash had abruptly taken a step back and looked like he was choking on something. I prayed that he wouldn’t recognise my voice. I hoped that he had just swallowed a fly or something. But that was a pretty stupid hope. Especially when he said a name no-one had called me for a very long time. A name that fairly nearly broke down my walls.

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