The bite

Chapter 22

Michelles POV.

The crack was loud. It looked painfull. I didn't realize what Alex was doing until his fist shot out and punched Dustin. I wasnt suprised really. I could feel the rage coming off of Alex. Dustin lashes his arm out and knocks Alex flat on his back.

"Why the hell did you punch me?!!" Dustin screams. Alex jumps up in a blurr but before he can punch Dustin again I skate over to them and push them away from eachother.

"Stop!! Stop it now!" Alex growls while Dustin takes one more step forward.

"He deserves it! Your my mate... not his!!" Alex growls. His eyes turn a dark red color making me shiver.

"I wasn't doing anything! Its not like I was planning on stealing her away from you... we're just friends." Dustin replies.

"Exactly... see Alex? I wasn't going to do anything like that."

"I know and I love you baby... I'm sorry I freaked out... and I'm sorry I punched you dustin." Alex said grabbing my waist and pulling me close to him. I knew this was probably all a show for Dustin. Alex slowly leans in and kisses me on the lips. I pull away feeling slightly embarrassed about dustin being within arms length of us... awkward.

"Sorry babe." Alex laughed pressing his forehead against mine.

"Well erm.... goodbye I suppose. See yah soon I hope?" Dustin says. Alex lets out a growl.

"Relax alex." I whisper."yeah you'll see me again soon." I said waving goodbye.When Dustin leaves Alex pulls me into him for a breath taking, passionate kiss. I laugh as a snowflake lands on his nose.

"Time to go home I guess, Before it really starts to snow." Alex says. Nodding in agreement we both strip down and shift into our wolves.

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By the time we get home the snow is coming down hard.... it doesnt look like its going to stop anytime soon. I imagined how everything would look after this blizard. White snowy blankets, covering the ground and trees. Then all of a sudden the power goes out.

"Dammit!" i hear alex curse from upstairs. Chuckling I decide to go look for something interesting to do now that the power was out. Hmmmm, what could i do..... How about cookin- nevermind.... board games? Nahhh.

Just then i remembered the paints and canvas my art teacher.... Mr. Whatshisface gave me on my first day back. He said i had artistic talent or something. Opening my pack i got out a paint brush, canvas, and some paint. Now what? There is absolutely nothing to paint... thats interesting atleast. i heard alex mutter a couple other cuss words after hearing a semi loud crash. Ignoring it i thought more about what i should paint....

Mr. Whatshisface said to close your eyes and let your brush paint whatever comes to mind..... that could be anything...

'Worth a shot... im tired of hearing your boring thoughts.' jenelle sighed. Closing my eyes i dipped my paint brush into the red paint.

'I feel stupid.'

'You look stupid too. Now paint woman, paint!' Sighing I lightly pressed the tip of the brush on the canvas making a gentle curve.

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Alex's POV.

"Oh my gosh!! Why does this keep falling?!" I huffed as the baby crib fell once again. The baby would be here soon... even though there was two months and a half to go... it was coming. i didnt like the idea of Michelle being pregnant if there was a chance the baby could kill her in labor... but if this is what she wants then i guess we're going to have to prepare for a baby. This means building a crib, baby clothes, diapers.... etc.

'If only she wasnt so stubborn... maybe we couldve onvinced her that this is a bad idea.' Kaleb groaned.

'you know Michelle... shes going to have the baby weather we like it or not...'

'i know I know.' he sighed.

After an hour of trying to put the stupid crib together and it fallin for the millionth time i decided to give up and check on what Michelle was doing.... she was being awfully quiet.

Slowly tip-toeing down the stairs i see Michelle sitting on the couch, eyes closed, painting.

Not wanting to disturb her concentration i quietly walked up next to her and looked at what she was painting.

"Nosy." she said smiling still with closed eyes. i gasped as i saw the picture clearly.

"What?" Michelle asked alarmed now with her eyes open. I slowly pointed to the picture.

Michelles POV.

I looked down at the picture curiously. I hadnt really payed attention to how or what i was even painting in the first place. I had spaced out i suppose. As i saw the picture my mouth hung open. It looked like a photograph rather than a painting... on the canvas you could clearly see me holding a baby.... i couldnt see its face though. I could see myself clearly on the otherhand... i was broken.... bloody... pale. It was horrible. How could i draw something like this...?? Alex's face was like stone. Expressionless not wavering as i looked up at him with tears streaming down my face.