The Blood Wolf

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|Red Wine and White|


We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal.

-Tennessee Williams-
SAMANTHA MCKENZIE
He was quiet for a bit until he used a finger to lift my chin so I was facing him directly, “Are you just shy or are you not interested?” My eyes roamed over his aesthetic features. His eyes were beautiful but then something happened that I never thought was possible.

“They changed...” was all I could mutter.

“What?” he asked puzzled by the phrase.

“Your eyes” I pointed out.

“Oh,” he quickly looked away.

“I’m sorry!” I was worried I might have done or said something wrong. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I’m a warlock.” He answered.

“But I didn’t ask y-

“You thought about asking though.” He was wearing a smug grin, even though he wasn’t exactly looking my way, I could tell.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a bit embarrassed,” he scoffed lowly.

“Why?”

“My eyes change color due to my emotions it’s a special gene.”

“Oh,” I smiled, “You don’t like people knowing how you feel all the time.”

He nodded. He was now looking at me again. His eyes were violet-like before.

“So your emotions are in check now?” I asked.

He nodded again and I smiled. One of the twins came over and handed him a bottle of water. He nodded showing appreciation and took a sip.

“So what does red mean?” I asked shyly.

I could see the red creeping up onto his neck and travel to his ears. His eyes were about to change but he quickly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, they were back to normal. I inwardly pouted.

“Hey you did that on purpose” he scolded playfully.

“Don’t hide. You’re unique.”

“You know we are surrounded by humans right? Hiding is a must.”

“You know what I mean.” He looked a little uncomfortable about this discussion. But before I could leave that topic alone, I had to say one last thing that had been on my mind all this time.

“Whichever color your eyes are, they’re beautiful,” I whispered in his ear with a sly smile as I got up to mingle.

As I was thinking about how brave I was to say that, Cassie grabbed me by the arm, almost scaring the crap outta me.

“Chyenne you didn’t tell me the O’Brien’s were this ‘hunkalicious’.” Her voice lowered an octave as she nudged me. She looked like a crazed chipmunk who was angry about losing all his nuts which scared it into a mood-swinging stroke of madness. She was grinning from eye to eye and she couldn’t keep steady.

“The name is Sam now and you didn’t ask about it,” I said smiling slightly at her raw enthusiasm. “Enjoying the party?”

“Yup,” she popped the ‘p’. “Are you?”

Automatically, I looked over at Kyle. Our eyes met, and I smiled and quickly looked away. I nodded in response.

“Hey Cassie, come to meet my other half!” called Stephan. I laughed at a pouting Cassie.

“There’s two of him?!” she whisper-shouted. They could hear her if they listened in but she didn’t know that. Whisper shouting wasn’t gonna hide anything.

Hehe.

“Sadly, yes.” I waved goodbye and she hesitantly pulled her body along. I saw Melissa sipping a bottle of water. She was standing alone so I walked up to her and greeted her.

“Hi, Melissa.” I waved as I came to a stop.

“Hello,” she said timidly.

“I know it’s weird being dragged off to Hawaii by a couple of strangers.”

She chuckled. “Are you kidding? Now I can cross off Hawaii off of my bucket list.”

“I’m sorry I ruined your girl time with Cassie too.” I was feeling guilty. They must’ve planned it for a long while.

“It’s alright. We didn’t have anything planned.” Her voice sounded sad but she looked genuinely happy.

“I took her hand in mine, “Then I’ll make sure you have lots of fun on this trip.”

She smiled at me and pulled me into a hug. I was so shocked I was stiff. Soon it wore off and I hugged her back.

“You made my day.” She released me from her embrace as she told me this.

“Really?” I asked and she nodded.

“Then I’ll make more of your days,” I pulled her into another hug and she squeezed me. Well, she tried. Maybe she thought I would be gasping for air after she was done but when she pulled away she was the one panting.

Hehe, the perks of super strength.

“Wasn’t that hug a bit tight?” she asked thinking she did a good job.

I shook my head letting her know it did not affect me. “Nope, not at all.” I smiled.

“How?” She looked amazed. “I put full strength into that hug.” She pointed at the imaginary hug.

I laughed, “I work out.” I said simply. I wasn’t completely lying about that.

I saw that the bottle of water she had been drinking was finished. I offered to get some champagne, but just as I turned around someone bumped into me. I gasped at the liquid that soaked the front of my shorts and I watched as it dripped down my thigh.

I was too shocked to do anything so I just stood there in a moment of pause. My white shorts were ruined by red wine. I tensed and became even more rigid as I realized something. Thankfully everyone was still busy having fun to see what happened, except Melissa.

Scott had bumped into me. He too was shocked at what happened. Then I heard laughing, a single person found it funny. However, I still couldn’t move.

“Is it that time of the month already?” he asked. Everyone’s attention was now brought to me. I spoke too soon. I could feel the judgemental eyes piercing into the back of my head. I heard whispering, I could tell it was my brother’s girlfriends. They were snickering. My super-hearing kicked in.

“Good one.” she lowly commented, low enough so only she could hear. My heart dropped when I saw it was Cassie. The wine on the front of my shorts did look like I accidentally messed myself up. The beast inside of me whimpered.

“I’m so sorry Sam.” Scott apologized. It was like he was out of the trance. The trance of shock. He tried to approach me but the echo of the laughter racked my bones. I didn’t speak. I was still frozen, my beast pulled forward and before I knew it I was out of there faster than you could say ‘forgive me.’ I locked myself in the bathroom.

I was so embarrassed that my resolve shattered. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw me. I didn’t even realize I was crying.

I muttered painfully, “How could he?”

How could Jacob hurt me?

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