Dark Angel Academy (The Complete Series) - G. Bailey Page 0,53
me even as my thoughts are foggy and jumbled, and I feel so weak that even stretching my legs out on the bed hurts somewhat. I was at the academy, and then Ren was there…oh god. I jumped and fell into the sea, and a man saved me.
“Ah, you’re awake,” a man with a slight Scottish accent mumbles behind me, and I spin around, realising the warmth I was pressed against was a shirtless man who looks around a year or two older than me, but his piercing green eyes are hauntingly familiar. I run my gaze from his messy blond hair that is sticking up in all directions, to his golden skin and toned six pack that my hand is resting right next to. He has shorts on, tied up with white string, and I pull my gaze to the men’s shirt I have on and black shorts. Who the hell dressed me?
“Why don’t you have a shirt on?” I demand, shuffling away in the bed. “And who dressed me?”
“The quickest way to avoid hypothermia is with body heat. We both could have died otherwise, and I didn’t undress you, my mother did.” He pauses, and I calm a little. I don’t get the sense this stranger is going to hurt me, but apparently I make shitty choices for friends, so I don’t trust my senses right now. They are broken. “We both needed body heat, and it was better we both slept off the cold. My mother is a healer, and she checked you over; turns out you’re fine,” he softly tells me as he leans up on an elbow, and my eyes flicker to his muscular arm. My cheeks flush as I climb out of the bed, and I realise my damn wings are still here as they knock into my butt. I mentally try and make them hide behind my back, and when I feel them settle, I open my eyes. The blond guy is sitting on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair.
“Are you human?” I turn and ask, and his brow furrows. “I mean, don’t the wings scare you?”
He frowns. “You’re an angel, and I’m not human. I know of your kind, but we don’t mix with you lot often. I’m a wolf shifter, and the name is Myles MacCailein.”
I nod, remembering hearing about wolf shifters at the academy; we did a class on them. They can shift into actual wolves of all sizes, and their wolf guides them through their lives. They have heightened senses, make true mate bonds with one person who their wolf claims as theirs, and they live in packs. There is always an alpha, alpha female, healer and beta. Feeling awkward as I stand in front of Myles, in only a shirt that falls to my knees, I drop my gaze from his to anything else. My hair stinks of salt, and my skin feels dry under my hands as I press them into my arms. I don’t want to correct Myles that I’m not exactly all angel…not anymore. I feel the difference now, and a strange ache builds up in my teeth as strong as the pulse I can hear chanting away in my ear. It’s not my pulse I’m sensing, it’s Myles’s, and I hate myself for it. I did not want to be a vampire any more than I wanted to be an angel, but it seems I don’t get a choice anymore. “Well, thank you for saving me, and my name is Kaitlyn Lightson. Are we on a ship?”
“Yes, we are. We are heading to the pack island to meet the alpha there,” he explains, standing up off the bed. “My pack needs a home, and the island has a lot of land and no humans to hide from.”
“Who is alpha of your pack?” I ask, and he grins. Ah, I’m with the alpha after all.
“Okay,” I say, breathing out some nervous air. Alpha wolves are meant to be super powerful and scary…and even though Myles looks like the guy next door your mum would warn you not to date, he is hiding an alpha wolf who could eat me whole if he wanted.
He steps closer, almost cautiously. “My mum left some clothes out for you in the bathroom. It’s through there.” He steps around me and to a panel door, pushing it open to show me before looking back. “I will leave you to clean up. Do you want some