Whirlwind

Whirlwind c6

Mia's pov

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I awoke to the unlawful light shining though the curtains. Groaning I stretched out, but I was surprised when my hand hit something hard. Frowning I turned over to find the tanned back of Damon. Memory's of last night came back and a smile took over my face as I remembered how nervous he looked when he asked if he could sleep next to me.

My smile disappeared, however, when I saw the long jagged scars that lined my mates back. Running my fingers across, ignoring the electrifying sparks it caused, I realised that they were the right size for a set of claws to administer. An involuntary growl left my lips as I thought about somebody hurting my mate. How did this happen, my eyes skimmed over the rest of his back. They stopped at three smalls holes at the top of his shoulder. They almost looked like... Bullet holes!

Hunters!

Hunters hurt my mate! How dare they?! I'll kill them! They leave these marks on my mate, they must pay!

I growled again, louder this time, and Damon must have heard as he sprung up from the bed and got into a defensive stance.

His eyes darted around the room, looking for any danger. His eyes rested on me.

"Did you growl?" he asked hesitantly. I nodded, not trusting my voice to not come out as a growl. "Why?"

I gulped, not knowing what to say, I stared at Damon. I felt tears seep out of my eyes at the memory of the scars engraved on his back.

Spotting my tears he rushed to the end of the bed, and sat down. I felt the bed move at under his weight. He looked at me with cold eyes, but I saw the worry behind his cold demeanour.

"Whats wrong?" he said quickly, his eyes searching for anything wrong with me. As his head turned I spotted the three bullets holes, any self control I had went out the window and I burst into tears.

Damon looked startled at first but soon engulfed me in a bear hug. Sending a wave of heat and strong tingles to spread throughout my body.

My arms slinked around his waist and I breathed in his musky scent. I felt myself calm down enough to speak to my confused mate.

"Damon," I started and he nodded, signalling for me to continue, "Why- why do have scars on your back?"

His eyes glasses up for a moment, as if he was reliving a bad memory, before the turned yellow in anger.

"What does it matter to you?" he snapped harshly. I gaped. How does it not matter? He is my MATE!

"Of course it matters you are my mate!" I all but growl. Pain washed over his face, an he stared at my intently.

"You may be my mate but we," gesturing to me and him, "Can never be!" I feel my chest constrict at those words, my heart braking.

"Why?" I whisper, barley loud enough for him to hear.

"Because you are too good for the danger that follows me!" he yelled, tears springing to his eyes.

I stared at him, what danger?

"What do you mean? What danger?!" I cry, looking at him pleadingly. His eyes turned dark and sad as he gazed out the window. What he said next shocked me to the bone.

Damon's pov

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The pleading tone to her voice pushed me to my edge. I knew I would have to tell her sometime.

She had begged to know why I couldn't not have her, and what danger came with me. As I stares out of her bedroom window the memory's came flooding back. I turned to face my mate, and the look on her face made up my mind.

"I have had a bad life, Mia." she looked at me quizzically, her head tilted to the side. "Worse than you can know."

'Then tell me.' she spoke in my mind. I sighed sadly before launching into my haunting life story.

"I was never meant to to be the alpha, my brother Kyle was. We were close, me and him. Since we were only two years apart, me thirteen him fifteen. We used to play pranks together and talk about how he would make the pack the best in the world. But when he shifted he was never home, always with dad. He would fight off rouges and hunters. I used to tell- beg him not to go. Kyle just smiled and said 'Don't you worry, I'll be back safe.' and he would leave. Each time I would sit by the door and wait. One day he looked very anxious and he forgot to say goodbye to me. But I still waited by that door, never moving until he came though that door... I waited for a week only eating what my mother brought me, I convinced myself that it was just a long journey home and that he would walk into the house any minute... But when he came back it wasn't on his feet." I stopped, fearing my voice would brake if I carried on. Mia placed her small hand on my shoulder reassuringly, giving me the strength to continue.

"He- he came back on the back off the beta, dead. Him and dad. Shot down like dogs. Like vermin. Merciless, ruthless, cold blooded murder! The hunters slaughtered him! Like a fox killed by a farmer. They killed them, like it was a sport. A silver bullet to the heart. He was dead before he could even start to heal, just killed. No mercy was given to him. Fifty of my pack died that day! Fifty! Murdered by those scum!" I was shaking with rage by now,but somehow I managed to carry on.

"I was forced to shift on his funeral, I missed him being buried Mia! So not only did the Hunters kill my family but they robbed my chance of saying goodbye! It's been five years since they died. Most people would have finished there grieving by now, but for me each day is worse than the last. I guess that makes my weak. But to me, it's my way of not becoming a robot. I hear people calling me cold, and heartless. If they looked into my heart all they would find is sadness and emptiness. I would rather be heartless than feel like a stone every day." Tears fell freely from my eyes now. I glanced at Mia to find her expression, what I saw warmed me. Her expression mirrored mine, as if she felt my pain.

"You are not a stone, Damon. You are a good man with a need for love." she said, grasping my hand in hers, "I can help you!" she pleaded.

I looked at her solemnly, knowing that what I told her next would have her running.

"Even if you could love me, you cannot heal an old wound. The hunters changed me, they dug their graves. I am the on who fills them." I said gravely. Mia looked at me her eyebrows knitted together, confusion clear on her face. I sighed.

"I am a murder! I kill the hunters!" I yelled. She gasped. My head flopped down. Who would a murderer for a mate?

I started making my way to the window, ready to run home and never return, when a hand grabbed my arm. I looked at it in shock before turning my gaze to Mia, who looked determined to say the least.

"Now looked here Damon!" she insisted "You are not a murderer, you dispose of threats. You are a hero, killing them saves thousands of us!" her words replay in my brain over and over. Maybe Mia is right?

"But being my mate, it would put you in-" she cut me off.

"In danger I know, but when we are together we are safe! And do you want to know what I thought when I saw those bullet holes in you back? I pledged to kill all hunters!" she stopped and stated into my eyes. 'You are not alone.' she spoke softly into my mind.

With that ringing in my ears I engulfed her in a hug. Feeling calmed by the feelings it made.

Her small arms wrapped around my waist and my head rested on hers. I breathed in her sweet scent, happy to have her safe in arms.

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