JERK!!
He backs away with a raised set of hands, that goofy smile of adoration, looking at me in that wicked devilish way that makes my blood boil. All happy, teenage asshat, who doesn’t see anything wrong in what just went down.
“Honestly, you just … arghhh” I half growl at him, self-combusting with sheer frustration, and pent up rage. No longer willing to play this weird whatever it is, losing my cool, and being as immature as him. I turn again, go to storm out of the infirmary, fueled with hot anger and returned hatred. Seeing the doc and medic glancing my way as I stomp my hardest towards the door, glad they didn’t actually see us getting hot and heavy back there and throw daggers back at the room I’m leaving.
I walk smack bang into an incoming figure in the doorway, and almost trip over them in the process, muffling a shocked yelp as they right me to my feet with a mumbled apology, and then look past me directly.
“Alpha … we have incoming.” It’s a low tense sentence and my heart stops beating. It shuts me up, my blood runs cold and I mentally try and calculate if it’s been long enough for Deacon and his pack to get here. It’s only been a couple of hours, surely it can’t be. My blood runs cold, cooling my jets, and dispersing my tantrum as seriousness makes me turn to look back at Colton standing in the room by the bed.
Colton mentioned attacks…. maybe it’s Juan and his men, or maybe it’s vampires. I feel instantly sick, my insides turning to dust, but Colton springs into action, the ever-ready warrior, the smile fading and the carefree dropping around his feet. He seems to grow taller, look stronger, his eyes turning to a low glowing amber as his expression calms completely. A born leader pushing everything else aside when faced with an actual threat.
“It’s showtime!” He sounds out confidently, those eyes burning brighter as he bristles up and gets ready to go out there and take down whatever threat is coming for his people.
Deacon
I flash a wary look at the Doc in the corner, who turns a paler shade, his brow furrowing, etching his features into that of worry, and he casts an evasive look back at me. He darts a glance at Colton then back again to me, suddenly sheepish.
“It can’t be Deacon, right? It’s too early!” I point out while asking him to confirm, to calm my own sudden whirlwind of nerves, hating the apprehension I can feel from him, but he swallows loudly.
“I may have over exaggerated our head start rather somewhat, a teensy little bit. I didn’t want to alarm you and give you reason to doubt coming with me, dear girl. If you knew they were hot on our heels, so to speak, you would have queried the plan and I had faith the fates would intervene if we just got out.? I had to keep the sedation low, so I didn’t kill my human staff in the process, and sadly that meant the wolves recovered quickly.” He’s apprehensive about admitting to a lie, recoiling slightly and I give him a deflated smile, translating that it’s okay and it doesn’t really make much difference now, because it is what it is.
“Damn right, it’s Deacon. Meadow and the pack are tracing them down the north road in, following them. They’ll be here in a couple of minutes.” Colton growls and sweeps past me, determination oozing from him, and that growing hostility coming off him like a dense smoke. He’s moving into battle mode in his head and I can’t do much except follow him out of the infirmary. Knowing no matter what, I should be out there for this entourage arriving. After all, it’s because of me and Sierra they are even coming. “You should stay here.” Colton flashes me back a moody look, fierce, overbearing protectiveness shining through, and gets my ‘hell no’ glare of warning flashed right back.
I’m not about to be sat in the corner and cotton wrapped because Colton thinks he needs to take care of a feeble little femme. This femme took down a bear, and she isn’t about to be intimidated by that idiot Deacon.
‘That son of a bitch darted me in the back. I’m not missing him crawling up and realizing this is a Santo domain! I want to experience that epiphany and watch him grovel.’? It’s through gritted teeth as my own aggression peeks, thinking about that smug assholes face, and the longing to kick him in the balls when I was in the facility. That little simmer of rage ignites and my skin tingles in anticipation, revving up my anger for that slimy weasel.
“You stay on my ass then. Stay close where I can intervene should I need to.” Colton drops that overbearing, no nonsense command, and turns away, obviously picking up on my stubborn tone and knowing arguing with me is futile. Still has to be in charge of my safety though.
He leads the way immediately, straight out into the hallway, through the foyer, and out the still open main door at hyper speed. Other wolves either getting out of the way, or turning and following their leader, as I assume, he pack links and issues orders.
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