headache. Pulling away from Yellow Eyes had just made things worse. And while I was drinking, he had moved a steop in front of me. Griff and Liam perceived it as a threat and moved a step forward as well. From their rigid expressions, I knew soon this room would be filled with wolves not men.
The stress of the day laid heavily on my shoulders. There was nothing I wanted more than to be left alone for a little while to deal with all the new developments in my life. I moved forward, trying to wiggle between the two dominant wolves locked in a silent challenge.
“Seriously, move it or lose it.”
I glared up at both men.
Griffin shifted so that I could squeeze between them. Before I made it too far, Yellow Eyes grabbed my arm.
He watched me. His jaw tightened.
I didn’t break contact until he started to put power behind his stare. I swallowed hard. I shifted my gaze and reluctantly showed him my neck.
Seconds afterwards he was there, his warm breath against my heated skin. I felt his nose rub the sensitive place where neck meets shoulder. I couldn’t help sucking in a quick breath at this touch. The need to turn and look at him was almost overwhelming. My body was on fire. He ignited a flame I didn’t even know existed.
I stayed there until he pulled away. It wasn’t until there was space between us again that I heard Griffin snarl. I swallowed hard. I headed out of the room knowing that there were a lot of things I would have to face soon, but for right now I needed rest.
I was drained, emotionally when I made it to the top of the stairs that I took a break. I leaned my head back to the wall. I heard quiet footsteps coming from the opposite direction.
“Lettie, what are you doing?” Keith asked. His voice was a welcome reprieve. He moved over to me and helped me back to my room. I was guessing that Rose had cleaned up the mess of the door while I was away. The few missed splinters of wood were the only reminder of Keith’s attack on the door. In my room again, he tucked me in like I was a little girl. I asked if he would stay with me. I knew Griffin would respect our space. I hoped that Growly Voice would too.
Chapter 6 — He Has A Name
“What do you think I should do?” I asked helplessly looking down at my hands. They looked the same as they always did. They always seemed tiny compared to everyone else’s hands in the pack. I was smaller than them, too. I had assumed it was because I was part human. Now I knew better. And as I stared down at them they seemed completely different, as if they belonged to a complete stranger. Hands that could create magic. Hands of a witch.
A day had passed since that meeting from hell in the kitchen happened. I was thankful that both Griffin and Yellow Eyes had left me be. Keith had been gone when I woke up, but had returned back in a while with food.
I had learned the dark truth about my heritage in that room, and this fact made it impossible for me to ignore it. I was part witch. We only knew the basics. Witches and warlocks full powers emerged when they turned twenty one. I had read a little about them since finding out before going to sleep since arriving back home.
“I think my little pup, that you have a lot on your plate right now. Perhaps the best thing to do is to leave your room, and deal with the more pressing issue,” Keith said. The lines around his eyes crinkled. I didn’t like how easily he could read my true feelings.
I could easily bind my magic. Well, I couldn’t, but I could get a witch to do it. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about it. In actuality, it was a fairly easily solved problem.
Yellow Eyes, though, wasn’t. He was in my dreams now, a black wolf I would recognize anywhere. He would run around me, and try to get me to play. Of course I had a hard time believing he had a playful side.
This morning, too, he returned but I told him to go away. He promptly growled at me. It was turning into a fun game of ours. I would speak, he would growl.
“I like