Chapter 11: Shadow – Part 3/3
I turned around and clasped the door handle, walking into my room. Just as I was closing the door, Luca put his foot in the doorway, stopping me from closing it. “You know you are driving him mad.” He said as if it was apparent.
My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
He remained silent as he looked at me, almost cruelly. “Nothing, never mind.” He said quickly, then walked off. I closed the door and stood there, reeling over his words, trying to figure out what in the hell he meant by that.
I rubbed my face with my hands, wishing more than anything that I had never come to Killarney. This trip has been nothing but a shit show since I came here, and it was supposed to be peaceful, tranquil, a tribute to the parents I had lost too soon. Now, I am being held here against my will, surrounded by werewolves, people who want to watch me choke on my own blood.
I need to get out of here and get back home. I walked into the washroom and stripped off my clothes before getting into the shower. I stepped under the water, letting it wash away the stress of everything. After getting out of the shower, I threw on some fresh clothes and decided to have some quiet time.
I went into the backyard, curled up in a chair and started reading a book. I had only read three pages before Damon stormed into the yard and was coming towards me, clearly pissed about something.
He stopped a foot from my chair, chest heaving. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that Mira had come at you in the barn?” He demanded to know.
I shrugged. “Because it wasn’t that big of a deal.”
His eyes widened, and he scoffed, “Not that big of a deal? Are you fucking kidding me? She could have seriously injured you, and she needs to be reprimanded for her actions. So, yes, it is a big fucking deal.” Damon’s hands were balled into fists at his side.
I closed my book and stood to my feet. “Well, Mira didn’t hurt me, Rose was there, and I didn’t find it to be a big deal. So, I just didn’t say anything.” I told him, then started to walk away from him, really not in the mood to argue with him, but he gripped my arm tightly and stopped me in my tracks.
I looked down at his hand and then up at him. His eyes were near black, causing fear to creep into my belly. I tugged my arm, trying to free myself from his hold, but he only tightened his grip. “Let go, Damon,” I said firmly.
His nostrils flared. “You should have told me. I have every right to know when something like that happens; I am the fucking Alpha.” He hollered in my face.
I continued tugging at my arm, but he was now holding it so tight that my arm was going numb “I don’t have to tell you shit, especially when it wasn’t a big deal. Now, let go of my arm; you’re hurting me.” I said, pleading with him as my arm began to throb.
He narrowed his eyes. “Goddamit, Amelia, you are my fucking m….” Damon’s words were cut off as Shadow barreled across the yard, neighing loudly. Damon finally released my arm and took a step back from me, just as Shadow came to an abrupt stop, right between us, shielding me from Damon and his wrath.
Shadow reared back, then stood on his hind legs and furiously kicked his front legs at Damon. Damon took another step back, bewildered at the horse’s behaviour.
Shadow put his legs back on the ground but didn’t stand down as he stomped his feet on the soft grass and threw his head around, almost roaring at Damon.
Damon looked at me. “What the fuck?” He asked, beyond confused at what was going on. Little did he know that Shadow and I had connected when I met him.
I tried my best to hide the smirk as I went to Shadow’s side, placing my hand on his neck “Shh, it’s ok, Shadow. I’m alright.” I whispered to him.
Shadow began to settle but was still anxious, and so, I wrapped my arms around him, pressing myself against him, hoping to calm him down.
Shadow was more relaxed now and rubbed his head against mine as he nickered. Then, suddenly, a man came running up the yard and jogged towards us. “Alpha, I am sorry about this.” He said while nodding towards Shadow.
Damon straightened himself. “How the fuck did he get out?” He questioned.
The man flinched slightly at Damon’s harsh words, “His stall had to be cleaned out, and we had put him into the pen for the time being. But then he just started going crazy, running in circles. Next thing we knew, he jumped the fence and dashed in this direction.” He admitted, embarrassed and ashamed.
Damon turned to me, glancing between the horse and me. “It’s fine; take him back and make sure he is properly secured. I don’t want him getting loose again, understood?” He said in a deep, authoritative tone as he glared at the young man.
He nodded his head rapidly. “Yes, of course, Alpha.” The man then came towards Shadow and me, extending an arm to grab onto his reigns, but Shadow stomped his foot on the ground and started to snort. I clutched onto his reigns and brought his head down to mine, then gently grabbed his face. “Stop being a brute,” I whispered to him, then kissed his nose.
Shadow was reluctant as he fussed a bit. However, he finally went with the man like a good boy, but not without the attitude, making me chuckle at his spiteful demeanour. When I did leave here, I wondered if Damon would let me take Shadow with me, as leaving him would be one of the hardest parts about going home.