That internal rage heats me like a volcano from inside out, my blood reaching boiling point, my temper shooting through the roof and despite being utterly paralyzed, slumped over him as we climb the stairs, my mind and insides churn up a tornado that would scare the fates. It feels like I emit a solar flare when I boom out via our mental link.
I FUCKING DESPISE YOU!!!!!
It’s a psychic scream, but as we pass two other Santo’s on the stair, the very second it erupts from my mind to his, even those two males cower and fall to the ground, grabbing their heads and yelping in agony. Colton, too crumbles, dropping me clumsily, my lifeless body, with an ungraceful thud on top of him as we collapse in a heap on the steps.
Like a tremor of an earthquake, erupting from my soul, every vase, glass, ceramic, and piece of pottery, in the near vicinity, explodes instantaneously, windows blow out all around us and the chandelier of the main hall hanging right to the left of the stair way shatters into a thousand tiny specks of self-combusted dust, as though it just exploded. Scattering microscopic glitter into the air that comes to settle on everything around it.
It’s a second of utter chaos, as though a bomb just went off in the center of the pack house, and hard brittle objects in every direction break under the strain with a dramatic ‘whoosh’.
People come down like ten pins around us, caving and crumbling while covering their ears, every single Santo in the downstairs hall who just walked in. I can see them from my viewpoint. All gripping their skulls and screwing their eyes shut as it reverberates through and causes them all to collapse where they stand, in a ripple effect. I’m the only one not clawing at themself to keep, what seems to be overwhelming pain, out.
“What the f….?” Colton is breathless as he tries to regain composure, sliding his arms away from me hurriedly, and skirts back to give me space, leaving me suddenly free to pull myself together. A hint of fear darting across his normally emotionless face as he flashes a glance at me and then on the carnage all around us, at all the debris. I can sense his panic and confusion and for the moment, I can feel he doesn’t want to get any closer, that he’s wary about what I just did. If that was even me.
I’m dazed, bruised, from being dropped on a hardwood staircase, and completely non-plussed about what the hell just happened. I feel like there was some sort of implosion around me, yet I’m completely unscathed. And now, my internal thoughts, body and soul are totally calm. All that fire and rage, just gone.
“Was that voice hers?” one of the males on the stairs crawls to his knees and attempts to pull himself up by the bannister, staring at me in utter wariness. He too looks afraid and keeps his distance, getting further from me as he moves out of range.
“You heard her?” Colton spins on him and I pale as both men nod. Eyes darting to me, then him, and they slide down the steps until they get on their own feet and scale it quickly to get away from me. Shaking legs, rubbing their heads and I can feel all eyes turning my way as others begin to pick themselves up from the floor. The hall looks like Armageddon just rolled through and there’s smashed glass, china, and all sorts of carnage on every surface.
I know I did it in the headspace that only Colton should hear. No one else can access our bonded link. I didn’t say it out loud, and as I move to sit up and gather my wits, I realize I’m no longer bound by his command either. I cough, and croak out a shocked reply, weirded out that I can both move and speak. Shouldn’t be able to until he undoes what he told me to do.
“I didn’t do that.” I implore him, turning with nervousness, wounded when he moves even further away, his eyes on me mistrusting. I can sense his apprehension, and it cuts deep, like he’s rejecting me all over again.
“What the hell was that?!?!” Juan Santo bursts in the open space of the front door of the pack house, surrounded by his entourage of men, all dragging on blankets to conceal their nudity and looking utterly feral. All casting an accusatory eye, first at those who have come out into the hallway to see what’s going on, dazed, and confused, to join those picking themselves out of the mess, but then his eyes scan up to where we are and locks a hateful glare right on me.
I can almost taste his despise of me and the pointed way his eyes flicker to Colton in an ‘why is she here?’ furious balk.
“I think that was Alora. I mean… it was, Alora.” Colton sounds sheepish, and even through all this chaos going off inside of me, I can feel he’s afraid to come near me. There’s genuine confusion, fear, inside of him and he’s keeping his distance by several feet now. Bonded or not, right now, he is scared of me. He doesn’t understand what I just did any more than I do.
“It couldn’t have been. She can’t have the power to inflict that kind of pain in the link state…. Or break everything as far as the eye can see. No wolf can.” A voice in the crowd echoes my way and I’m aware every set of eyes locked on me now and shrink down into a huddled heap of shame. Heat rising to my face as I attempt to turn invisible.
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