Lone Wolf Rising (Paranormal Romantic Thriller) (The Winters Series) (21 page)

"So you use your gift to hurt people?"
  Rebecca tried to keep the accusation out of her voice but failed.

‘
Slowly step towards the door and stop talking.
’  The wolf spoke, warning clear in her voice.  ‘
Your mouth is going to get us killed.
’

‘
I thought you were an alpha?  How can you be afraid of a little girl?
’  Rebecca asked irritated with her wolf.

‘
I’m smart enough to know not everyone is as innocent as they look in the supernatural tapestry.
’  The wolf made Rebecca take a step towards the door.

‘
Stop that!
’

"I only hurt those that deserve it."
  Sundae tilted her head and examined Rebecca’s face for a moment.  The scrutiny made Rebecca nervous and had her stepping towards the door.  Sundae stepped in Becca’s path.  "Do you deserve it, Rebecca?"

‘
Don’t show fear.
’  The wolf warned.  This warning Rebecca listened to.

Becca shivered inwardly and shrugged outwardly; Sundae seemed so innocent but so scary.  It was a fascinating and terrifying combination. "I deserve a lot of things, but being judged by you isn’t one of them."
  Rebecca turned to leave, but stopped as her hand reached the door. 

‘
Don’t say anything else; she is more dangerous at night than in this bathroom
.’  The wolf lectured Becca.

Rebecca ignored her alter ego, she hated being lectured.  She felt Sundae was stuck and Rebecca had been there.  It was a terrible feeling, one that created horribly depressing thoughts.  "You might want to try giving someone a nice dream.  You might enjoy it just as much as they will."
  With that Rebecca left, Sundae’s eyes boring holes in the back of Becca’s head.  When the door was closed, Rebecca took a deep breath before opening the second door that would put her under Lucky’s protection and scrutiny once again.  She needed a minute to slow her pulse. 

‘
You’re a foolish girl!  I can’t believe you were the only option left for my survival
.’  The wolf snapped.  ‘
Don’t blame me when you have bad dreams.
’

‘
And if I do, you will be able to protect me because my mind is your domain
.’  Rebecca replied with more confidence than she was feeling.  That statement provoked a string of curses from the wolf that was followed by silence.  Blissful silence.  Rebecca sighed heavily, pulled her thoughts into focus, and stepped into the hallway.

She was happy to see Lucky was waiting for her, despite the fact that classes had already started.
  It was nice to have someone looking out for her, even though it made the wolf mad.  He tossed her a bandage.  "It’d probably be good to wear this for a few days so people don't get suspicious at your fast healing act." 

Memories of Savvy's reaction to the way her bruises healed quickly were a heavy reminder of how that could look suspicious.
  "Yeah, I saw how that created suspicion last night with my sister.  It didn’t go over well at all."  Rebecca whispered; she hoped he didn't hear it but his look told her he did.

"And how did you explain it?"
  He asked pointing to the invisible tattoo on her hand.  "This would have kept you from telling the truth."

"It wasn't just the tattoo, or the blood oath, it was my desire to keep her safe.
  I lied to protect her."  Rebecca smiled up at him, "although she is very suspicious of your training technique, which you heard this morning."

He maneuvered her back against the wall and moved in close, whispering, "you need to be more careful if you plan to protect your family."

Her human half knew he was right; it was also one of those rare moments her wolf agreed.  "It’s not like I ran home to show her.   She saw me limping and grabbed my arm.   She pulled up my sleeve and reacted.  Besides, they should have been healed by then.  This cut," she held up her bandaged hand, "is already gone."

"Like I told you, your healing focuses on the most life threatening wounds first.
  Bruises are always the last to heal."  His answer made logical sense.  He started to move away from her and she grabbed his waist, pulling him back into their little corner.  She wasn’t done talking to him.  “They lasted for hours.  How was I to know?”

“You need to be more careful.” 

He was beginning to sound like a broken record. In fact, everyone seemed to have that same advice.  How was she supposed to be more careful when she didn’t understand anything?  No one seemed to grasp this was new to her and she needed time to understand everything.  No one seemed to see that she was scared and was constantly being backed into a corner, being forced to react, and left to wonder if she made the right decision.  She closed her eyes against the common phrase she has heard so much lately and decided to change the subject.  "Are we going to talk about the kiss from last night?"

Or the
 fact that you punched Gabriel when he kissed me a few minutes
ago? 
She kept that last thought to herself but didn't release her grip on his waist.  It made her feel powerful as his golden amber eyes took on a darker hue.  The urge to run her fingers over his six pack abs and chest was overwhelming.  If they weren't in the school she would have.  It would completely go against her decision to stay away from Lucky and Gabriel in the romantic sense, and then there was still the small matter that they were only using dating as a cover.  But none of that matter when she was this close to him. 

He moved in closer, his lips inches from her ear.
  His warm breath invaded her senses and sent electricity through her body.  It took every ounce of will power to remain still.  The silence stretched on painfully.  "No."

And with that he took a step back and took her hand.
  "What took you so long in the restroom?"  It appeared the conversation about the kiss or the passionate moments they share was over, just like that.

Irritation and frustration raked her body.  She refused to let him see her hurt ego or let him know he was rattling her. 

‘
He isn’t meant for you anyway.
’  The alpha whispered in her mind. 

‘
That isn’t your decision.
’  Rebecca shook her head to clear it, but keeping things professional between them would definitely help the situation.

She went along with his change of subject, for now.  "I ran into Sundae, the dream weaver.  She seemed to be interested in the fact that I’m a werewolf."

"Oh?"  Interest entered his face and eyes.

"Yes, she asked if I was happy."
  Rebecca shrugged.

"Hmm, that’s interesting.  I wonder why?”

"I don’t know.  Truthfully, I think she saw me looking at her in the quad.  She seemed to want to intimidate me more than actually carry on a conversation.  I got the distinct feeling that she wanted me to understand she’s more dangerous than she looks.  She even called me a little wolf."  Rebecca almost laughed at the thought.  "Which is funny considering she is much smaller and obviously weaker than me.”

He stopped and set his intent amber eyes on her.
  "Be careful of the dream weaver, Rebecca.  She’s far more dangerous than she looks."

“I got that.  My wolf warned me.  Sundae did a pretty good job of creeping me out, too.”  She shivered. 

“I’m serious, Rebecca.”

She wanted to laugh, but something in his look gave her pause.  She didn’t want Lucky to see that Sundae worried her.  She was tired of feeling scared and having to hide it to the world.
  "What, okay, so they can give me nightmares.  So I’ll have some sleepless nights, no biggie."

"The myth that if you die in your sleep you die in reality is very true.
  They are far better assassins than allies."  Lucky spoke slowly to make sure the words hit home.  The fact that someone as strong and trained to battle enemies could get unnerved by a small chick didn’t help matters.  It only made her feel more worried.

A shiver ran down her spine.
  Assassins, the word hit a chord deep inside.  Lucky hinted at it before Rebecca confronted Sundae about it in the bathroom, but hearing him talk about this with such a grave expression on his face made it more real.  The idea was creepy but made logical sense in a weird, supernatural way. 

Rebecca shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind.  The random thoughts of concern seemed to pile on top of each other.  Before she chose to be a werewolf the biggest problem she had was finding ways to avoid depression every night.
  Now she had enemies she never knew existed, a fake boyfriend who was pretending not to be a bodyguard, a family that hid the fact that they were powerful witches, a group of rogue wolves who wanted to rejoin the pack, a pack that she was now Alpha of and not to mention she also had someone spying on her from afar.  The last thing she needed to worry about was a sleep assassin.  "I’ll be careful."  She promised.

The mood had suddenly taken a solemn tone and she decided she needed to lighten it with a fun change of subject.
 
"So why did you punch Gabriel?"

"Why did he kiss you?"
  The intensity in the look he gave her made her wonder if he thought she had invited the kiss.

"I had nothing to do with his decision to kiss me."
  She put up three fingers and said, "Scouts honor."  The memory of the intense feelings his kiss ignited inside her began bubbling up inside her and she had a sneaking suspicion her wolf had something to do with the sudden flooding of feelings. 

‘
Traitor
!’  Rebecca snapped in her mind.  The wolf simply laughed playfully.

"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
 

“No!”  She answered quickly which got her raised eyebrows from Lucky. 

‘
Yes
.’  The wolf smiled in her mind. 

And there was the question Rebecca was dreading.
  She planned to make fun over the punch not get on the topic of Gabriel’s kiss.  She shook her head.  "It wasn't me that enjoyed it."  She didn't know how to explain this to him but she knew she needed to try.

"Come on, Becca.  I heard you."
  Betrayal played in his eyes as he continued his path towards class. 

"It’s my wolf.
  She’s attracted to him.  Not me."  Rebecca took his arm and spun him towards her.  "I know we’re using this 'fake' relationship as a cover.  I’m not stupid!  But I can't change my attraction and desire for you.  And ever since that kiss last night all I can think about is doing this."  She reached up and pulled his head to hers, crushing her lips to his; desperate to show him her need.  His lips were like stone for a moment but he lost all resolve when her hands sank into his silky hair at the nape of his neck.   

He deepened the kiss with a growl of frustration as his hand wound around her waist and pulled her against him.
  She was thankful the halls were empty in that moment, but if they weren't everything would have simply faded away.  In that moment it was only them, the rest of the world stood still.  Their size difference made it hard to get closer so he lifted her up slightly and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall.  When his tongue slipped into her mouth she felt the moan escape and his groan in response only pulled her further into the kiss.

He pulled back and shook his head, "this can't keep happening."
  His voice was raspy and breathless and hit her like a pail of water putting out the flames of desire burning in her body.  He set her down and took three steps backwards, putting a hand up when she took a step forward. 

The gesture made her freeze.
  "Why?"  It was a single word question that held so much meaning.

"It’s not allowed.
  I’m a Nephilim and you’re a wolf; an alpha of all things.  The Authority frowns on mixed relationships, and I’m technically engaged."

Rebecca took a deep breath as she digested his words.  "Okay, we could battle the Authority.  My parents did it, didn't they?
  But engaged?"  She shook her head in confusion.  "Who?  How?  Why?"  Her head was spinning with this new information.  Now, in a strange way, she understood why he kept pushing her away.

"I’m promised to someone, have been since birth.
  If we both live to be twenty-seven it’s expected that we marry and have kids."  He tried to explain, but had a helpless look on his face.  "Besides, you’re an alpha.  You’ll be expected to marry a wolf in the pack and that wolf has already made his first play for you."

“Who?”  Rebecca felt that familiar feeling of being backed into a corner.  So many rules.  So many expectations.  Why did she have to marry a pack member?  She didn’t have any desire to even consider marriage.  She was only seventeen, and this wasn’t the 1800s.  It was uncommon nowadays for someone so young to get married.  In fact, in today’s age, marriage was the last thing most young adults thought of.  And who still arranged marriages?

His rejection made things easier.  She really didn’t want a relationship; didn’t need the distraction.  Keeping things all business would make things simpler, but she couldn’t look past the idea of how he was perfect.  She couldn’t move past the feelings he sparked inside her.