Eye of the Wolf, Touch of the Witch

Chapter 23

Adonis

We were on our way to Megan's house. Apparently Claire has followed her home one day. Normally I would be pissed off and territorial but right now I was focused on finding my mate.

I remembered this neighborhood from the first time Megan and I spent "quality time" together. I didn't recognize the street Claire told me to turn down, but I obliged and kept driving.

She told me to pull in front of a driveway covered in large trees. There were no cars outside, but that didn't mean they weren't home. I took a deep breath preparing myself for what was going to happen next.

I was finally going to be able to see my pretty little mate. I could convince her that we were meant to be together and show her everything I could give her. I might even meet her parents. They must be amazing granted they raised such a wonderful daughter.

"You ready?" Claire asked interrupting my thoughts.

I nodded my head and climbed out of the car. I'm sure Claire could sense my uneasiness, because she motioned me to the front door.

Something didn't feel right, or at least something didn't smell right.

For mate bonds, there's normally this certain, intoxicating smell that your mate carries. For some reason I could never smell it with Megan. Don't get me wrong, she smelt great but it wasn't the mate smell. I assumed it was because she was human, but I have learned over the last 2 weeks not to assume.

Anyways, so Megan's normal smell was a faint peach. As much as I hate to admit it, it was pretty ordinary. She smelt good, but nothing special. Not like how some of my other mates friends feel.

As I was walking up to the door though there was no smell at all. It was weird, because I couldn't smell peaches or any type of living person or dead for that matter.

Claire turned around to face me, "I don't like this Adonis."

"Yeah, me either. If you want you can stay in the car, but I'm going in." I walked past her up to the front door.

She looked like she was contemplating something before jokingly yelling my way and skipping after me, "You wouldn't get very far without me if something is wrong. You probably wouldn't even know what to do without your favorite witch."

I shot her a smile, but I far from meant it. I looked in through the window on the door to see a house with literally nothing in it.

I shook the door handle back and forth unable to control myself. I wanted to her in my arms; I wanted to give her the entire world; I wanted to know that no one else could hurt her.

The door handle slowly melted in my hand as I pushed it open. My eyes rolled back in my head and a new set of obsidian eyes replaced them. My hellwolf was in complete charge now. I stormed through the house ripping through doorways. Claire already knew to get away from me, because of the way I acted when I got like this.

With my demon wolf in charge my senses heightened 10x of those with normal alpha senses. It didn't really ever matter because I rarely let my hellwolf take over. Ironically the last time was a few days ago, but before that it had been years.

I was willing to take the chances for Megan. I knew I could find something here if demon Rhys took over.

Find her, I growled to him.

I knew he wanted to see her just as much as me. After ripping up floorboards and tearing through cabinets I had finally caught a scent. Something so slight that it could be washed away by a simple breeze.

I followed it to a room; Megan's room. I knew it had to be her's. I could sense a weight already being lifted off my shoulders. I followed the faint scent to her windowsill. I traced my fingers along it taking in the structure.

I involuntarily ripped it off. Somehow, my hellwolf had been right all along. There was a piece of her still her. I grabbed a small slip of paper that had been shoved behind the wood. My claws fiddled with the tightly wrapped note as we both came to a realization that it was time for me to take back over. It was harder than last time to gain control over Rhys's demon side, but I eventually was able to get back complete dominance over my demon.

I unfolded the paper that had been tightly wound. It took longer than it should have to unwrap it, but after seeing the few words written on the paper I felt like I was back to square one.

Find me where the weak minded don't go and the grass never grows. I can answer all your questions...

The bottom had been ripped off, but I doubt that would've given me anymore clarity. What the hell was this suppose to mean?

A growl escaped my lips. Did she want to be hidden from me? Did she want me to suffer? For the first time, I didn't feel saddened by her absence. I was mad. I craved for her to feel what I felt. I wanted to punish her in more ways than one and I knew for sure that when I got my hands on that pretty body of hers, I would.

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