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I knew how vampires worked, I didn’t go near them unless it was Seamus and even then, I kept my distance. He couldn't compel shifters, vampires could only do that on humans. But one bite from a vampire would end me. But these wolf shifters had a vampire compel my girlfriend… my mate…myeverything. To forget about them and now they were here, at her door?
Fuck that and fuck them.
They lost her the moment they played with her mind. In my eyes, there was no coming back from that.
The sceneI walked into wasn’t what I was expecting to see. There was a tall shifter, only wearing dark basketball shorts, his dark long hair looked matted, his skin was a warm bronze but was covered in dust and dirt and his dark eyes held even darker circles. He looked like hell. And Clare’s emotions were all over the place at what she saw.
“Please, Clare. Remember.” Was all he said before he crumbled to the ground below, his hands towards Clare as he kept repeating, “please.”
I saw from the corner of my eye another shifter running towards the house, in shorts also. They must have been in wolf form to get here. Then dressed before approaching the house. At least they weren't naked.
I moved myself in front of Clare. I knew he wouldn’t hurt her, not physically at least, but from what Vicki just told me they had played enough with her heart and mind, and I would do anything to protect her from that again.
“Mekhi, shit.” The new shifter dropped down to his knees. He looked like the one who hugged her yesterday. Dark brown hair, and green eyes that were obviously a family trait. But at the sight of me, his expression changed, and he stood at his full height. He was much taller than me… and slightly taller than his friend. But the way he had reacted to the shifter—Mekhi— I knew that they weren't friends. I knew how the wolf shifters worked. They were lovers or at least shared one between them.
“It’s true.” He schooled his emotions from me, but his face said it all as he eyed me up and down. Assessing me. Clare watched on, her hand over her mouth, glancing between the three of us.
I puffed up my chest, I wasn't as built as these guys, most panther shifters were lean and wiry. But it didn't make us weak. I was ready for anything and I wouldn't go down easy.
“Leave, this is not your territory, and she is mine. You have no claim.” I spoke with command in my voice. I knew assholes and they would find any weakness I had. The thing was, the only weak here was standing behind me.
“What are you going to do about it, pussy cat?” He cocked his head to the side. So original… tease the panther shifter. I growled lowly in warning. He had no rights here.
“Cat got your tongue?” He taunted me when I didn’t answer.
“You’re not funny.” I glared, letting him know this wasn’t acceptable and I wouldn’t take this shit.
“To you maybe, but to everyone else I am.” He smirked at me.
I gritted my teeth. Funny man wanted to fight. My shoulders tightened, my feet rose the balls of my feet and my body was so tense and ready to take him. But i was waiting… for him to make the first move. I knew the laws of shifters. He could injure me and claim I attacked first. I would be the one in the wrong. But his pack had given me protection. If he attacked me first he was starting an all out war with my Shadow. Not that my Shadow would care if I was dead or alive. But he wouldn’t know that.
But he was clever… he knew what I was thinking. This standoff would last all day and night as my panther wouldn't make a move until he did.
“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Clare demanded.
All eyes were now on her.
Chapter21
Clare
Ihad skipped down the stairs, I was on a high after what happened earlier. Maybe an orgasm in the morning put a nice pep in my step. I should do it more often. When I opened the front door, I expected a delivery. I wasn’t expecting Mekhi Edwards standing at my door, looking like he ran all the way here in only a pair of shorts. He didn’t even have shoes on.
I was confused at first, but then I was worried for him.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, but his big eyes looked so sad when they peered down into mine through his dark lashes. Shit, he wasn’t okay, but I didn’t know what to say to him. What did I do to help him? And why was he here?
Oh god… Did he have visions of me too? Was that why he had come?
“Clare, do you remember?” My puzzled expression must have upset him more, because he started shaking his head.
“No, please. You have to remember… Pooh bear? Clare bear? Knitting me beanies and braiding my hair… you have to remember. You need to.” His voice cracked as his hand went out to touch me before stopping only inches from me.
My heart started to race. I didn’t understand what he was talking about. Remember what? I enjoyed knitting beanies; it was a hobby of mine. Did I knit him one? Is that what he was asking, if I remembered knitting him one? I didn’t, but maybe I had knitted him one. But braiding his hair?
Frankie moved in front of me just as Mekhi crumbled to the floor begging me to remember. But I didn’t understand at all. What was I supposed to remember? Were the visions I had a clue? had I hit my head or have amnesia? I didn’t understand anything at all, and I was overwhelmed by everything that was happening here. I couldn’t do this; I didn’t know what to do, but I wanted to run away back to my room where it was safe and happy only moments before.
I gripped the back of Frankie’s tee when Jett Lovell turned up. It was becoming too much. My head was spinning with thoughts and their words were making no sense. Yet their voices, I knew them deep within me. They were voices that made me feel happy and loved, yet I didn’t know them at all. The feelings were conflicting, and I didn’t understand what was happening to me.
