Bruce
I breathed in deeply as I stood at my mate’s bedroom door. I can smell her lingering scent even though she hasn't stepped foot in this place for a long time. I looked around her room.
It had 2 tables and 1 big bed. I laugh in my mind at the sight of her bed. It was made nicely and the cover was pink with black cats all over it. Her bet sheet was also, what do you know? Cats !
Her main wooden table was messy. There was a computer on her desk with a pull out keyboard tucked underneath. The other table was just a plain glass high table with empty opened parcels on it, collecting dust.
I sat on her chair and twirled one round before stopping again looking at the things on her desk. There’s a microphone unplugged on the left, two different headsets on the right, and a lot of things just in between. An opened jar with the lid by its side, empty bottles of lotion are amongst the things. This is one really messy girl, I thought. It’s funny that her desk at work is so neat.
I looked to the side and saw a drawer at the glass table. Being curious, I opened it up to peer at what's inside. More mess haha. That’s when something caught my eye. Something that looked like it didn’t belong in this mess. A blue velvet box. I took it out and opened it.
The shine of it when I opened the blue velvet box, I could immediately tell what it was. Wayne growls inside of me being aggressive at the sight of the silver. The f**k, why does my mate has silver in her possession?
I could smell her blood on it. The f**k did she do?
Wayne was trying to claw his way out. The thought that our mate used silver against herself totally angers me on a whole new level. If someone hurt my mate, I could at least beat the crap out of him. But what if my mate hurts herself on purpose? I can’t even protect her….
This furries my anger even more. I let out a loud roar that probably could be heard miles away and slammed the glass table, shattering it.