The Colour of Love ✔️

Chapter 5

Seeing the Alpha’s reaction solidified what I thought, I had a mate. Too bad I didn’t want one.

“How?” He climbed off Vern and stared at me wide eyed as I wiped away the blood from my head and used a finger to get the bullet out.

“I told you head wounds are messy.” I snapped at Vern and he gave me a cheeky smile.

“I wanted to try it.” He shrugged and I tossed the bullet at him.

“Jesus Christ, you got blood on me.” Chris snapped and I looked at him and frowned.

“Okay okay, next time we do this party trick I’ll shoot you in the chest or something.” Vern shrugged and I rolled my eyes before tearing his shirt and using it to wipe up the blood that was still pouring out of my head.

“Alpha?!” A shout came from a tall man as he burst through the door and I tilted my head as I watched them. He was definitely Antonia’s father, they looked too much alike for him not to be.

“It’s okay.” He mumbled unsure and I felt his eyes on me.

“Stop staring.” I snapped and turned to Vern. “Fix it.” He pouted and pressed his hand to the side of my head where he shot me and I felt the familiar pinprick of my skin stitching itself back together.

“I think you lost a few brain cells.” I glared at him.

“Maybe I should knock your head clean off your shoulders and make you lose all your brain cells.”

“Gasp, sister, you wound me.” He moved his hand and I rubbed at the wound before slapping his chest.

“Any lower and you would have hit my medulla. Maybe even make me lose motor functions.” He rolled his eyes.

“You would have been fine.” I turned to Chris and he was too busy trying to remove the blood from his shirt to pay us any mind.

“How, how did you survive that?” He asked gaping at me and I carried my eyes over to him and looked at him before gazing away.

“I suppose the same way I survived all the other times.” I shrugged and he moved closer to me.

“What other times?” His voice was hard and I wondered if he was concerned for me.

“Tell him about the time the Greeks beheaded you.” I rubbed my neck.

“Impossible.” The witch insisted and I rolled my eyes before looking at the Alpha.

“I presume your name is Gabriel. Well, how long have you been alive?” He blinked.

“I only recently turned 28.” I watched him up and down and frowned.

“You’re too young. And the Alpha before you?” He snorted.

“Dead.” I blinked and stood turning to look at Vern.

“This was a dead end.” He frowned and stood slowly.

“I’m sorry Connie, I thought this one would have answers.” I rubbed his shoulder.

“I thought so to.” I turned to Chris and rolled my eyes. “Lucas.” He ignored me.

“You know how he gets about blood.” I rolled my eyes and stepped on his toes.

“I dislike when you do that.” I smiled.

“We’re leaving, they’re too young to help.” I frowned.

“And how old are you?” I tilted my head as I watched the Alpha and thought about it.

“48 then 18, uh, 10. Carry my 20. What year is it?” I turned to Vern.

“Okay Grandma, you’re legally 24, actually 20 so pick a number between there.” I rolled my eyes.
   
“Oh, 118. Thanks.” I hi-fived Vern and he wiggled his eyes at me.

“Impossible.” I looked over to the witch again.

“Do you know any other words?” I rolled my eyes before turning back to the Alpha. “As I said, I’ll be leaving now.” I moved to the door and pulled it open. “I advise you not to come looking for me.” And with that I left with Vern and Chris walking behind me.

“You sure you don’t want anything to do with that mate of yours?” I looked back at Chris with a raise of my eyebrows and tilted my head to the side.

“I can't have that kind of tie to someone.” I shrugged.

“Oh, you’re afraid that he’ll die and leave you?” Vern inputted and I scowled at him.

“I’m not afraid, I know he will.” I frowned. “A mate is not a husband. My husband dies fine, my mate dies, so does my soul.” I shrugged and continued walking.

“So you don’t want to know what it’s like having one of those things?” I looked back at Chris and gave him a sad smile.

“What you had with Kelisse was something special and what it did to you was…” I trailed off.
   
“Yeah, well shit happens.” He shrugged and we continued walking, each of us musing silently at the prospect of something we weren’t sure about.