Chapter Nine
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A cloud of smoke swirled up in the air and formed tresses of curls around his head; even as he drew in his cigarette and met loose another swirl of thick grey smoke. One such forming a distinct from round shape.
He sniffed the light off the cigarette stub in the delicate ash tray and lit another stick.
His other hand filled his glass and lifted the glass to his mouth.
His mind numb.
His brain drunk and high.
Mechanically, the pack of Benson & Hedges diminished, as well as the decanter of golden brew, until there was nothing left but - refill.
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Splush splurged on the wine bottle and almost dived head first right into Athenian had it not been for Selena’s quick reflexes.
Drew smiled at them and looked away out the window, at the scenic scenes that swept past them as they neared the pack house. The car took a turn - and she felt more than perceived his presence, soaring high on the able wings of whisky and tobacco, need and rage.
She smiled even more when her rambunctious lot came to a dawning realisation that they were no longer alone.
The act came to a screeching halt paces away from the entrance. The bright headlights picked the litter of warriors standing in a line with their Alpha in the middle.
“Aiysh,” Splush said, her throat roaring the word. “He sure doesn’t take revenge any easy.”
“He should have seen it coming from a very long distance,” Selena quipped.
The door clicked as Drew opened it and stepped down.
“Well, we’ll, well,” she said, punctuations each word with a step. “You sure do pack some, Duncan.” She halted exactly fifteen paces away and placed her hands akimbo, legs slightly spread out. “Why are you here, Duncan? You are not invited.”
His nostrils flared.
“Nor are you welcome.”
A low growl left his lips.
She eyes his spread out warriors in a c*****g disdain. “I’ll give you just to the count of two to remove yourselves from my pack grounds.”
He took a menacing step forward with a snarl. “Or what?”
Her mismatched eyes caught the light and gleamed.
“You killed my wife.”
“Oh?” she c****d her head to an angle.
“The pack’s Luna.”
A distant coughing sound filled the air.
“Luna?” Drew queried. “We are still legally married, Duncan,” she pointed out.
Duncan’s chest heaved.
Eyebrows raised in taunting query. “We,” she said, her voice clear and carried by the night breeze. “are still regrettably bound by this cursed mate bond.”
Heat pierced him through her eyes.
It would seem at the time that the one auburn eye lit up in fierce flames.
“How does one be taught how to feel shame now, Flint? Hhmmhh?”
Flint remained silent.
“No?” Her head c****d to an angle.
Still Flint remained silent.
“You’re evil,” Duncan accused. “You’re vile. You’re a monster. You’re nothing but a murderer!” He was panting by the time he stopped.
She smiled.
“You can never be my mate,” he spat.
“Rather unfortunate isn’t it then that I bear your mark then,” she countered, dragging down the collar of her jacket to reveal the mark they had exchanged. “and you,” she continued conversationally, pointing at his neck. “Bear mine.”
The mark suddenly lit up. Becoming too hot for him.
Mismatched eyes bore vengefully deep into his and he saw it - the mark of strangeness. Recalling his stretching need. Reminding his thrumming desire that she was the devil here; and for such he had treated her so.
A cruel game - that was what the moon goddess had played on him.
She was a were, alright; but not a good old. He had seen enough to know, right? Her eyes for one were mismatched - auburn and the purest of emeralds - and they dilated and burned.
At first he had imagined her a cat - you know - like a tiger, lion … But her roar … The day he had been most unfortunate to hear her roar he had known that instant - she was no cat. It was the shrill lift in her voice as she roared that did him in. Reminded him of a hissing demon burning in hell.
He hissed in her face. “You vile serpent.”
She blinked and he watched alight dance in her eyes.
Snickers snuck up to him from the group languidly leaning on the sleek black Mercedes.
“A serpent?” Drew snickered. “Who? Me?” she giggled.
He stepped back - just one step - eyes blazing. “It’s unheard of a serpent mated to a wolf,” he ground out. “What did you do, eh? What spell did you cast? Tell me!”
“Oh I will,” she replied in a too sweet tone. “I’ll tell you. How low you’ve sunk. How depraved of the mind you have become. How desperate you are to destroy that which is beyond your own understanding.” She nodded once. “I’ll tell you.” Her eyes dilated fully, stretched into twin thin slices of surging primal power.
Duncan took very quick steps backwards. “You see,” he said in a trembling voice. “You are at it again.”
She c****d her head.
The wind picked up speed and strength as it tugged and tugged, then centered in her. Hey change was swift: one moment Alina of Durrow pack was standing kicking the Alpha of Durrow pack, the next moment the Spirit warrior was of the Dragon Clan stood in all her dignified glory.
Emerald eyes - sharp and all-seeing pinned down the petrified Alpha and his warriors.
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