Tall Dark Stranger

Tall Dark Stranger- Chapter Twenty-Three

Well, since I updated quite recently I decided that keeping on writing would be a good start. Maybe that way I wont get a writers block again. I mean I know where I want things to go with the story but sometimes things just seem off..... Anyways, heres the next chapter. Hope you like it.

"Alex? Everything all right?" my  father asked as he picked up the phone I had dropped to the floor.

I was just standing there, my mind racing a hundred miles an hour as I theard Johns words over and over inside my head.

Cian.

Cian.

Cian.

He was on his way. Here. Damn! I wasn't ready to face him jet! Hell, I'd rather never see him again! Suprised at the intensity of my feelings I shook my head, reprimanding myself mentally for allowing myself such a display of emotion. There was no reason to panic. I had known this would happen. I had expected it. But I never really expected it to be so soon.

"Look....Cian Silverbane is a very powerful man, but you won the Bloodmoon Ritual fair and square" he argued, handing me my phone.

"Yes. But he's powerful enough to kick my ass if he chose to" I muttered darkly as I started towards the door. I had to get back to the packhouse.

"He won't. He'll want to know what the hell happened and why you did it, but he wont challenge you right away"  my father argued.

"So? He'll wait until he hears my explanation, thinks its ridiculous and THEN kick my ass" I didn't know when exactly I had resorted back to sounding like a whining little girl, but I felt like something was about to happen. Something bad. I hadn't really realized what it entailed to face Cian Silverbane. How would he take to me taking over his sons pack? How would he react when he saw me? That last question had even darker thoughts enter my mind. He probably didn't even remember me. He was probably mated already, or had over a dozen girlfriends in the tristate area.

“Honey, you knew this would happen, right?” my father said, and seeing my nod of agreement he continued “Then whats the problem?”

“I thought I’d have a respite. A couple of days to get ready. To prepare myself. I might have had the illusion that Cian might have been out of town. Preferabley several thousand miles away….” I muttered darkly.

“He was here the day before yesterday. Came to check up on his son and left saying he had some pack-related business in a nearby town” my father said as we started walking towards the packhouse.

“Damn” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose with my fingers.

“What will you do?” my dad asked, curiosity lacing his voice when we reached the house and I started towards Declans old office. It was mine now.

“Ï have to talk to Morgan” I told him, opening the door and just standing there as I looked at John and Declan facing eachother, Morgan leaning against the far wall of the office with an amused look on his face.

Declan seemed pissed. The whole left side of his face was like one massive bruise, fifty shades of purple and blue coloring his jaw and cheek. The shirt he was wearing was halfway unbuttoned, and I could see a bandage wrapped around his chest. His hand was also wrapped in gauze, his finger splinted. John was standing mere inches away from him, his face graced with a stone expression. His stance was relaxed, but the anger flashing in his grey eyes told me a different story.

“Guys….Whats going on here?” I demanded, making my way into the office. My dad followed closely behind me and closed the door after entering the office as well. I saw the surprise register on Declans and Morgans face.