Twin Moon - Chapter 263 - The Giant Man
Whiskey.
Once Gunner left the room with his Mate, the warm feeling of calmness left with him. I don’t know how he does it, and it’s starting to bug me. One moment I'd be filled with rage and ready to kill, the next, he says some words and it’s as if I melt like butter. Deep down, buried under a mountain of self-hate, distrust and vengefulness, I think I may trust him. There is still something there. Even though I now see that he could never want me like he does the witch, there is still a connection between us. I just need to find out what it is. Preferably before I kill off the rest of his pack, so I know whether or not he needs to die along with them.
I don’t want to be here, especially without Gunner, not with these animals. I want the calmness back. The calmness that I only feel from him. The dark-haired woman from my ghost dream thingy, Lunaya, Gunner called her, she was getting on my nerves. She thinks I can’t hear her, but I can. Whispering and crying to the small woman at her side. She kept saying that she wanted to hold me. Whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean. I’m not picking up on any anger or hostility from her, so I don’t think she means to hold me captive. She had better not mean embrace me. I let the bitch touch me twice now, that is all she gets. I gave her the warning, and I stick to my word.
“Well then” Gunner’s mother called happily with a clap of her hands,
“I bet you’re hungry” she smiled down at me. I can see traces of Gunner in her smile and the twinkle in her eye. But it’s his father that he most resembles. The large man moved to stand next to his Mate, giving me the opportunity to look him over more closely. There was a large scar that ran from his lip, across his face, and disappeared into his hairline. It made him look dangerous. The smile he wore didn’t hide his powerful aura, I could see right through the friendly persona he was putting forward. This man would kill anything and everything for the woman at his side. I guess Gunner got that part of himself from his father. Though I wonder if he too has powers like Gunner, if any of them do.
“Whiskey, dear?” his mother called gently, recapturing my attention. I looked up to her and blanked, I've already forgotten her name. I've never cared for names before. The only time I stuck around anywhere long enough for names to matter, was at Saxton’s pack. Even then, it took me days to remember some of their names. I will have to work harder at it here, especially if I am to win over their trust.
I stood up slowly and flicked my eyes to the large man still standing behind the couch. His skin was dark chocolate and it glowed under the soft light filtering through the curtains. His dark endless eyes bore into mine. His face was tense, and he didn’t emit any emotion or feelings that I could get a read on. His thick brows were pulled together in the middle and although his lips were pressed into a line, I could tell they were plump. The longer I stared at him the more uneasy he made me feel, and that is not a feat easily accomplished. Nothing scares me, nothing bothers me, but this mountain of a man was different. When I look at Gunner, I feel warm and safe. When I look at this gigantic beast, I feel confused, like there is a secret that I'm not a part of.
I hadn’t realised it in the moment, but I walked toward him, stopping just inches away from him. I craned my neck, looking up at his hard, expressionless face. He didn’t move away, or back down, he stayed put, staring back at me unblinking. I could hear Gunner’s mother calling my name, but her voice was lost in the moment. His smooth skin was blemish free, and his bald head glistened under the light. Now that I was closer, I could see the true colour of his eyes. Not black like they appear from a distance, but a rich brown. His unblinking stare matched my own, but I could get nothing from his gaze. The eyes were always the giveaway. In people’s eyes you could see their hidden fear, or sadness, or even love. But his eyes were just deep pools of nothing. Not even a hint of emotion. What is he? He is more than a regular werewolf, I can feel that much, but he is somehow blocking his aura and his emotions. No one has ever been able to do that around me before. I have a knack for reading people, but reading him seems impossible.
A soft growl, almost like a purr slipped out of my mouth, unintentionally. I have never made a sound like that before. My arm moved before my mind, and I reached up and touched the man's face. Tingles exploded over my skin, like a live wire had been connected to my fingers. I gasped and snapped my hand back, but he caught it before I could withdraw. He squeezed his excessively large hand around my wrist and a rumble sounded in his chest. I pulled my hand from his and stumbled back away from him, crashing into Gunner’s father. He held my shoulders to steady my feet. I heard his muffled voice speak, but I couldn’t make out the words. I shook my head and rubbed my temple, trying to regain my lost senses. Did the big man do something to me, did he dull them, or block them somehow.
“Don’t ignore me Tobias” Gunner’s father growled. I looked back up to him, Tobias, the colossal mystery man. His face had hardened, and his blank eyes now looked almost angry. He rumbled again, this time sounding much more ferocious.
“Tobias” Gunner’s mother snapped at him. Lunaya and the smaller woman stepped between us and growled back at him. I was confused as to what was happening, the blurry feeling of my dulled senses hadn’t fully cleared. Was he threatening me. No, it doesn’t feel like I'm in danger, it feels like his anger is directed more to the people around me. Tobias spared me one last look, and I finally saw it, the flicker of emotion in his eyes that I had been searching for. Concern. As to what, I don’t know, but he was worried about something. Tobias then turned and stormed off, not saying a word to anyone. The door slammed behind him and the room fell silent, slowly filling with tension.
“Are you okay, dear?” Gunner’s mother cooed softly as she stood in front of my face. She reached forward to touch my face but quickly stopped herself. She's observant, I'll give her that. She must have remembered that I told Lunaya not to touch me, clever lady. I narrowed my eyes and nodded my head. She smiled and stepped back a bit further away from me again.
“Come, let’s get you some food” she smiled and held her hand out to the door. Lupus went first, pushing open the door and holding it while the rest of us walked through. It was the first time I had seen the inside of their home. It was grand, much like the Alpha’s house at Red River, Saxton’s pack in Italy. But this felt much more homely, and a hell of a lot less showy. That was one of the things I hated about Alpha Antonio, he was all about status and showing off his riches. He cared more about the material things that he thought made him powerful, and less about his actual power, or lack-there-of.
I stopped and looked up, above us hung a grand crystal chandelier. It was nice, if you like that sort of thing, I wonder if it’s worth anything. I breathed in through my nose and salivated. Roasted meat, fresh pastries, plus something sweet, and traces of Gunner’s scent filled the air. Pictures lined the walls all over the foyer area. But not ugly paintings like at Alpha Antonio’s residence, these were all photographs. My eye’s zeroed in on a picture of Gunner wearing a dark grey suit, and Zee in a dark green dress. They were facing each other holding an oversized silver cup with two big handles. Only the side of Gunner’s face was visible, but he was beaming with happiness. It made my stomach hurt. Gunner’s mother caught my staring and lifted the frame off the wall and handed it to me. I looked more closely at the picture, taking in the whole scene. White lanterns were lit behind them, making it look like they were both glowing. Gunner looked unbearably handsome in the suit as it clung to his defined muscles perfectly. His face was clean shaved and overflowing with love for the woman he was looking at. As much as I didn’t want to, my eyes moved to her. She was smiling broadly up at him, the light illuminating her golden eyes. She looked smaller in the picture, than she does in real life. Her chest was flatter, her stomach thinner and her arms leaner. The green dress she wore hung off every curve of her body, accentuating what little shape her body did have. She looks beautiful. And I hate her for it.
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