Page 71 of Alpha Power

Void slapped the rock out of her hand. "Quit trying to distract me. You do this all the time. Tell me what you meant." He stared at her, the right side of his face twitching slightly. Growling, he bent down and picked it back up, shoving it into her hand. "Fine, bet."

Zamorra smirked. One thing Void couldn't say no to was a bet. It was one of his many, many flaws. Oh, she loved her uncle, but man he could be a ditz sometimes. They never bet for money; it was always just for the glory of the win. Werewolves could be extremely competitive with one another, especially between familial bonds. She didn't have any brothers, but her uncle was close enough to count.

Zamorra honed in on her target, reeled back her arm and hurled the rock. It soared through the air so fast the wind whistled, and it smashed dead centre into the middle of the tree, coming out the other side in a spray of wood and bark. She smiled smugly.

"Hmmm," Void hummed, pursing his lips. "Your aim's gotten better."

"Took long enough." Zamorra resumed walking, enjoying the light breeze that tickled her skin.

Void nudged her side as he stepped up to her. "Out with it. What did you mean before?"

"I saw Ophelia talking with a young, dark mage right before you savagely attacked me."

"Savagely attacked," he scoffed, shaking his head.

"She told him he needed to fix something."

"Fix what?"

"How the hell should I know? But whatever it was, she was angry about it. She slashed his face right up."

"Yaouch."

They cleared the tree line and headed straight for the mansion. The guards on duty narrowed their eyes upon their approach but opened up and allowed them access.

She had been staying here for over a week now and yet the majority of the vampires still hated her presence. She supposed she couldn't blame them. There was a lot of bad blood between shifters and vampires. Thousands of years of hate, war and violence. It would take a lot more than hanging around for a week to forget all that. She just hoped it wouldn't take too long. The idea of having to spend the next five years like this would be absolute torture.

"So, you ever planning on telling me what the deal is with you and Lord Douche?"

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," Zamorra replied, avoiding his eyes.

"Please. You think I haven't noticed the way you look at him? You get the same look on your face that Adele used to get whenever she saw Orion."

"And what look is that?"

Void widened his eyes and opened his mouth, allowing an insane amount of drool to drip down his chin and onto his shirt. "Oh Luther," he said in a high-pitched voice. "Don't you just look soooooooo handsome today!"

Zamorra slapped his arm. "I do not look like that! And I don't sound like that either."

"Do so."

"Do not."

"There you go with that denial again. You know, it really isn't healthy."

She glanced up at the sky, exasperated. "I swear, sometimes you drive me absolutely mental. I just want to kick you in the shin."

"I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that. Talk."

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"The truth is always a good place to start."

The truth. A relatively simple request. The problem was, she didn't really know it. Before, she would have said they were hooking up, just having fun. But now she couldn't even say that.

Luther had been acting very weird since their dinner at DeVos. Since Leilani. He was distant and abrupt, and she had no clue why. He wasn't rude to her by any means, but he wasn't exactly friendly either, and to be honest the whole thing was really starting to piss her off.

He was playing hot and cold with her. One minute he was kissing her like his life depended on it, the next he could barely give her the time of day. The worst part was she couldn't shut off her damn brain. She had a tendency to overthink things, a lot. Did she do something wrong? Say the wrong thing? What if he no longer found her attractive? Was he just not interested anymore? Maybe her sarcastic attitude drove him away? Or her crazy temper? Was that stupid bitch Leilani back in the picture? The bad thoughts just went on and on, no end in sight.

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