Chapter 31

I tried to picture something else, anything that didn’t involve blood. I thought about the mountains, the yellow rocks, the volcano but they did little to quench my thirst.
“Get out of my sight.” I said through gritted teeth and heavy panting.
“I’ll be back.” He promised.
“Just go.” Stephaney said placing a hand over my shoulder but even that couldn’t seem to calm me.
“I won’t tell.” Milton said.
I trembled and I heard him curse. I closed my eyes tightly. I could almost see Peter’s face form in my head. I knew that it wasn’t my doing. When I allowed my eyes to open Stephaney was gone and half the pack surrounded me. Why did this feel like déjà?
“What do you want now?” I sighed.
Logan looked at me strangely. “You seem to attract the Wendigos lately.” He accused.
“So I’ve noticed.” I said wondering how long I’ve been standing there.
“What’re you doing here anyway?’ my father asked in a no-nonsense tone.
“Taking a walk?” I half lied.
My father didn’t believe me. I could tell by how he kept on shifting his weight from foot to foot and his familiar knowing face stared back at me. He looked a decade older and I couldn’t help but walk to him and ease the wrinkles on his forehead away with my hand.
“What did he want now?” his words accompanied with a yawn, were supposed to be casual but I could hear the curiosity…
“He just wanted to know if I told you that he wanted the pack.”
He rolled his eyes and turned his back on me. “One Wendigo can’t defeat me and my pack. We have skilled wolves in our territory.” He glared at me over his shoulder. “Unless he takes action tell him to leave you alone.”
“Your eyes are different.” Silas said once the pack disappeared in the trees.
I nodded. “I bought contacts.”
He looked at me for a long time. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
I didn’t answer him. I pushed past him and followed the pack home. I walked behind Sid. I noticed how much bigger his upper body was than his lower. I smiled as I thought of an improper fraction….
“Stop checking me out.” He said glancing over his shoulder at me.
I rolled my eyes, “you would love that wouldn’t you?”
When we got home, the first thing my father noticed was the odd smell in the house but as soon as he eat a spoonful of Stephaney’s dish, he seemed to forget all about it.
“I didn’t know you could cook.” My father said with his mouth full.
I gawked at him. “There’re a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
He nodded. “Yeah but this…” he shook his head. “ I’ve never had anything this good.” He whispered. “Just don’t tell your mom that.”
I nodded and pulled the imaCallsry zipper over my lips.
“Wow.” Callie said looking at me with disbelief. “You must’ve used a cooking book.”
I smiled cockily. “You know I don’t own any of those.”
“I’d bet on my mate’s life that you didn’t make this.” She put a spoonful in her mouth sighing in delight.
I wondered what they’ll do if I told them who or should I say what made the food they were enjoying. Would they put me at fault? Would they run to the bathroom?
“Callie.” I said stealing her attention to me. “What do you think about Wendigos?”
“I haven’t met one.”
I groaned. “But you must feel something about them.”
“I don’t know.” She sighed. “Why are we talking about Wendigos anyway?”
“Yeah,” Sue said sitting next to Callie and taking the spoon out of Callie’s mouth harshly. An annoying sound penetrated through the kitchen when the spoon brushed against her teeth.
Callie cursed loudly. “Sue that wasn’t nice.” she blew out slowly and said in a much softer voice this time. “I thought you out grew that habit.”
“You don’t enjoy humor.” Sue replied. She wore a short pink satin nightdress.
Callie’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You have a painful sense of humor.”
Sue played with her blonde locks. “You know it’s night time right?” we nodded. “Then why are you talking about the creatures of the night.”
Callie and I rolled our eyes simultaneously.
“They’re called Wendigos, Sue.” I said almost defensively.
She frowned. “I know.”
“I’m going to bed.” I said standing up.
They nodded in unison.
I walked up the stairs suddenly feeling really tired. It had been a long day, and even longer night. When I thought of Milton, I groaned. No wonder I was so tired. I closed the door behind me and slid down, my back pressed tightly against the door.
“You did great.” Peter said.
I smiled. “How did you do that?”
“What did I do?” he asked innocently.
“I don’t know but when I saw your face in my head I knew that you had something to do with it.”
“Well…” he said giving in. “I might have looked herself in the mirror and focused on what I was seeing and then I pushed the thought to you.”
I frowned and ran both hands over my face. “I thought you don’t like Milton.”
“I don’t.” he said. “But I don’t want his blood to be on your hands. I’d rather be the one to do that.”
I smiled and pushed herself up. “Why Beast, do I get the idea that that’s not the reason for saving Milton from your crazy mate.”
“Hmm,” He said. “My reasons don’t matter. Milton left, right? And I got to calm you down.”
I walked to the bed and threw herself heavily in the center. “Only you could manage that… to calm me.”
“Are you sure?” his lazy voice reached me. My heart leaped at the sound.
“Yes.” I said rolling on my stomach. “No one could come close to you Peter. No one could ever measure up to your standards.”
“So,” He asked. “I have nothing to worry about?” the worry was evident in his voice.
I knew what he meant. “No. I’m sure his obsession with me will fade with time.”
“You found anything that could be of use about him?” his voice was deadly serious.
Ag, “I totally forgot.” I said. “I was distracted.”
“Distracted? Hmm,” the smile was evident in his voice.
“I have someone’s thoughts that are worth more of my time.” I finally said when I couldn’t feel the butterflies in my stomach. “His voice is my remedy.”
“He must have quite a voice.”
I smiled. Peter couldn’t have been a more perfect match for me. There was no way I could be this happy with someone else. I couldn’t even picture another man being my mate without comparing him to Peter.
“You have no idea.” I whispered I felt useless as I continued. “I’m no poet. I can’t even come up with something to make you smile but I can tell you if I could hear your voice even in the darkest hour I’ll manage to move on.”
“Just the sight of you is enough to brighten my day.” He paused for a moment and I had to wonder if he were talking to me or if it was just a thought. “…you’re the light of my life.”
My heart fluttered and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I placed a hand over my chest. I could never get used to having him in my life.
“Do you like music?” He asked.
“Not anymore.” I said honestly. Not since, I met him.
“Oh yeah?” he sounded authentically interested.
I sat up and gathered my bathroom necessities. “No music could come close to your voice.”
I heard his laugh. “Should I leave you to it?”
I shook my head. “No.” I said blushing. “I need the company, plus I’d probably take a minute or two shower if you ‘leave me to it,’” I said in an appalling mock of his voice.