now I could see that he was in fact shirtless and covered in tattoos. His jeans were shredded and looked to be about a hundred years old and his muddy feet were bare.
“Damn it! What the hell now?” I muttered as I steeled my resolve. I wasn’t scared, because, lets face it; I was pretty hard to kill. I just really wanted some peace.
The trees cast long shadows in the light of the full moon as I stepped from the warmth of my house.
He stepped from the shadows and slowly approached. The feral look in his eyes told me that he had a little something extra going on. I felt my mind touch his and I shook my head at my rapidly dissolving rules. Entering minds was such an invasion but I found I could do it with little harm to my conscious. From the cocktail waitress earlier this evening to this grungy looking murdering psycho, I figured mind reading was just a means to an end. The day I start reading minds automatically without a second thought was the day I needed to shut myself away from humanity all together.
I closed my eyes touched his thoughts. He was a scout and I had just showed him all he needed to know. I was home and according to his assessment, I was alone and helpless. Yeah, he wished. Violence bubbled to the surface of his mind and a sickening smile spread across his filthy face. He took a step closer to my house as a huge wave of muscular, unwashed bodies broke through the trees and bushy sage. I sighed, resolved to the fact that I was about to have a very bad night. Then, recognition dawned.
Well, shit.
Patrick’s pack had come to call.
My limbs tensed as adrenaline flowed through my veins. I scanned their faces, only recognizing a few here and there from the club. They were all filthy as if they’d rolled and tumbled through the desert instead of walked upright like men.
They stood their ground and I shivered as a thought occurred to me. How did a bunch of wolves cause my house to shake the way it had? The thought barely had time to form a moment before Voltaire appeared out of thin air in front of me. Oh Lovely.
“Madea, I see you wear a false face.” Voltaire’s ugly shriveled eyes rolled inside his hideous face, taking in my glamour. “Tell me, are you so unsightly? I truly hope this is not the case, for that would surely upset my plan.”
I frowned at him, my teeth grinding in my mouth as I tried to process his words. Voltaire has a voice that could make a mortal’s ears bleed. He is a full-fledged demon straight from Hell. Yep, and he is every bit as scary as you would think. When I first met him, I almost passed out from the sound of his voice alone. His ability to strip you down and examine every cell is a frightening reality and an even worse feeling. He could sense my glamour and that meant that he was able to use his powers on me. I was really not okay with that.
“Voltaire,” I began, “how horrible to see you. Complimentary as always I see.” I focused my energy on covering my true self. I still had a lot to learn about my own abilities and Voltaire always made me extremely edgy.
I stepped off of my porch onto the gravel-covered ground. My fear safely tucked away behind my severely curled lip. “What business do you have here? Or are you just out walking the dogs?” I nodded toward the filthy pack of unwashed muscle lining my drive. Christian stepped away from the pack and snarled at me. I smiled sweetly at him. His eyes were a strange yellow color and he had spittle on his chin. I guess insulting a pack of werewolves wasn’t the brightest idea. I was immortal, which was a blessing and a curse. If these wolves decided to attack and I was ripped to shreds, would those pieces of me continue? Yeah, it was something to think about for sure.
“I have come to settle a few things. For instance, I see you no longer wear the ring, yet I sense power rolling off of you in waves. All the legends spoke of a lengthy transformation. I wonder?” he stepped closer to me. I followed his movements carefully. “How many of our legends are so inaccurate? I bet if