Avalon and the Alpha

Chapter Seven

It had been days since I had last seen Adonis.

While he had been temporarily mesmerized by the magic I had shown him, I could see the look of discomfort in his eyes. Almost as if he had never been a friend with the unknown, it scared him. Not that he would admit it, or show it for that matter, his energy told me so.

He had always been in control. Whether it was his pack, his feelings, friends, you name it. Adonis loved the power, he loved feeling in control. That was all he'd known, and for that I could not judge him. He was born an Alpha, spoon-fed the ideology from birth, nurtured through childhood, reinforced through his teens, only to be beaten into him every day, as if every morning he was reborn. Reborn an Alpha, a God to his people.

I had only seen glimpses of his pack when I had been their last. They peeked through the trees, they wandered around the halls, their ears falling dangerously close to our conversations. It was as if hundreds of intruding pulses bombarded me at once last me and Adonis talked. I knew they couldn't hear the words we spoke, however their suspicion led me to believe they didn't like the idea of an outsider speaking with their Alpha, let alone in his private quarters, alone.

Adonis became viciously defensive of his people when I brought the matter up. It was clear they laid priority to his needs. Everything he did was to protect him. The threat of the unknown was a constant battle for him. For them, I should say. They resided near a town where many of the civilians were human, ignorant to the fact that monsters and witches lurked in the shadows.

It explained the need to have their own commune in the forest. Schooling for the young, tiny shops supported by the locals, a large stage in the middle of a stump for whatever meetings necessary, the pack got by. Supplies came easy to them, thanks to their Alpha. He had his pack mates near him constantly I had learned. They were ranked of importance, and essentially every pack member had a vial role to play in the place they called home. Miles away in secluded dirt roads, many of them never came to my side of town. They had everything they needed in the palms of their hands. They had a ruthless leader, one who would lay nothing before them. His duty was protection, prosperity of his people. Happiness should have rung clear as day throughout their little town. I should have been skipping in joy with all the energy running through my veins.

All that resided was grief and despair.

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Instead of returning to my beloved tiny apartment and town I loved so, Adonis was convinced the car accident was no "accident", rather, he tried to relay to me outside forces already knew of his newly acquired weakness. I was stung with bitterness after hearing him call me that. He knew his choice of words could have been better selected, however it was obvious we couldn't communicate with our mouths. Rather, we relied on instinct and energy to tell each other how we were feeling. Adonis had decided we needed a few days apart, he was unsure how to communicate with me without setting me off, same went for me. I couldn't speak without feeling his anger burst through the surface. It only made it harder for me to focus on my energy, and added to my fire. Together our energy was dangerous, the anger and red hot aura was enough to scorn any innocent pack member passing by to feel it. We decided for the pack that we should separate while I adjusted to staying here. Apparently whatever business he had left in Seattle, was important enough for him to return to.

That didn't mean he was going to let me leave his territory, however.

I had taken the past few days to get accustomed to the pack as best as I could. Adonis demanded I stayed in his bedroom, and after another blow out, one of his pack members had cleared out an empty bedroom on the second floor. That is how I met spitfire Claire.

A loud knock on my door followed by the kick on the door let me know it was her. I set my spell book down in the drawer, only to have the door swing wide open itself. I whipped around to see a devilish smirk on her lips. This was usually the face she wore when she was up to no good, which I learned was all the time.