I don’t think I’ve ever been this patient with anyone before.
I’m a fool.
If I’d found out that anyone else had fucked with my mind the way Danielle has, I wouldn’t have let them leave that library until I found out what was going on.
But when it comes to Danielle, whether it’s because she’s put a spell on me, or whether it’s because it’s just her, it’s like I surrender all my usual self-control.
After an hour or so, I hear the door opening. I scent her.
She hums to herself, slowly walks in, and when she sees me, she stops.
I’m angry. Seething. Admittedly, though, it’s good to see her face.
“I need answers,” I demand. “Now.”
She hesitantly looks back at the door.
“Don’t try it,” I say. “I’m not in the mood to run, but I will chase you if I need to. I hope I'm not going to have to do that, though.”
It’s hard to imagine what a chase between me and a witch would look like. Particularly Danielle.
I’m faster, but she has magic. I don’t foresee it ending well for either of us.
She sighs, avoiding my gaze. “I’m not ready yet, Ellis, I need more time.”
“Time for what?”
I’m impatient for more reasons than just one. It sucks being the Alpha of a pack and feeling like I have no idea what’s going on.
Danielle and the coven are messing with me, and we’re still no closer to figuring out the truth of the curse.
I saw another dead bush in our pack just yesterday.
Danielle runs her hand through her curly locks. She looks frustrated, but I know for a fact that she can’t be nearly as frustrated as I am.
I haven’t felt this irritated since I was a kid figuring out how to shift, and at least that frustration was natural.
I wonder, at what point were Danielle and I ‘childhood friends’?
She doesn’t respond to my question.
“Danielle.”
“Just, I’m not ready!” She snaps. “Have you ever had a situation that you couldn't confront yet, one that you weren’t ready for?”
I stand, coming toward her, but she moves away. It’s crazy to think that just a few days ago, we were fucking in our pack library.
I felt like I knew her, trusted her then.
Now we’re on opposite ends of a battlefield.
“Sure,” I reply coldly. “When I was nominated as Alpha, I didn’t feel ready. But I didn’t have a choice. So I stepped up. That’s what you do when people are counting on you.”
She scoffs. “Oh, come on. You can’t compare this to that.”
“Why not?” I challenge. “I don’t even know what this is.”
She storms into the sitting room. I follow, stepping in front of her before she can retreat upstairs.