GREYSON
The last of the silver's burn faded from my leg, leaving behind a itchy flesh. I scratched it as deep as I could, it did nothing to elevate the itch, all it did was tear open the healing flesh so more.
Son of a bitch! Elma, my wolf, roared in my head. Stop. Doing. That!
My wolf could heal the most fatal wounds...hole in the chest, broken femur, hell, he healed the injury I sustaines when I was fourteen and decided it was a good idea to catch some high by drinking alcohol fermented with wolfsbane.
It was twenty hours of excruciating pain but he healed that too.
But for some reason, He was completely useless when it came to itches. I scratched some more.
Stop it! He threatened. I will leave you to bleed to death.
"That means you die too, genius!" I reminded him.
Hmm, let's me think about it. Elma said in his high horse voice. Life with a moron or sweet eternal silence in the paradise Elysium with the goddess and Jodie Kraven's shewolf?
I could feel his sarcastic voice coming on. Oh no, I really want to stay with you.
"Oh shut up. You love me" I smiled wildly.
Sure. Whatever. Now play with something other than your flesh, Grey.
I lay flat on the cold floor of my borrowed room and took Elma's advice and grabbed a heavy, leather-wrapped stone ball and started hurling it at the ceiling.
Good boy, Grey. Keep playing catch.
"Asshole" I laughed at his humor. Elma was one of a kind. We got along just fine... sometimes. And he got a wicked sense of humor and he was a great battle strategist who was overprotective to a fault. But when it came to my father, he was a pacifist.
Coward.
Thump. Catch. Thump. Catch. The rhythm was the only thing holding my thoughts together.
Without it, my mind drifted back to the dragon princess. Tilly Ann.
One day, six hours and counting since the last time I saw her.
Didn't think it was possible to miss kissing someone until now.
Thump. Catch.
Tilly tasted like... arousal and caramel. Would give about anything to spend some time in that pink flush of wet flesh in-between her legs. I would sell Elma to get sucked off by her too.
Geez, fool, thanks. Elma retorted. Do I need to remind you to stay away from your brother's future Luna and her pink flush of flesh in-between her legs less you catch another bad case of silver bullet!
"I'm staying away, am I not?" I asked the smart ass. "I'm staying away" I murmured to myself this time around.
A knock at the door interrupted another fantasy.
"Fuck off," I yelled, not bothering to lift my head.
The door opened anyway.
Saber Cole stood in the hallway with a torch, his face pale, his usual composure not there.
He looked like a man who'd just seen a ghost.
I sat up in one fluid motion and hurled the stone ball at him.
It wasn't a playful toss. It was more of a strike. It caught him right on the bridge of his nose with a nasty sound.
He grunted, stumbling back a step, a hand flying to his face. "Damn it, Greyson."
"I told you to fuck off." I said and laid back down, focusing on a crack in the ceiling "The words were simple. Even for a sniveling servant."
He shut the door, leaning against it for a second, collecting himself.
I could smell his anxiety—. And beneath it, something more. Fear.
I should care, I know that. Chase would care about smelling fear on a beta blood, his type doesn't cower easily.
But he was interrupting my fantasy with Tilly Ann and I genuinely, wasn't a good person.
He didn't speak. Just stood there, breathing.
It was the silence that finally got to me. Saber was never silent. I ignored it.
"When I say 'fuck off,'" I said to the ceiling, my voice low and very bored, "it's not a suggestion. And It's the last polite warning you will get, Saber"
"I'm not here for me," he blurted out at last.
"Of course not. You are my brother's bitch" I reached for another stone ball from the small pile beside me. "What does my illustrious brother desire now? My other knee? My left lung? I'm freshly out of fuck to give, Saber"
"He needs help." Saber moved then, crossing the room with quick strides. He snatched my jacket from the back of a chair and threw it down beside me. "I need your help, Greyson. You have to come. Now."
"No." I let the word hang, smiling without humor. "See, Saber, one of the few joys of my miserable existence is that there are only three people in this world whose orders I absolutely must obey. The Alpha. The Luna. And my psychopathic older by six minutes brother"
I watches him closely. "And that leaves a wonderfully long list of people I can ignore. And you, my faithful friend, are at the very fucking bottom of it. So, for the last time. Fuck. Off."
"It's Chase." His voice dropped, stripped of all rank and pretense. "Something's happened. It's… it's bad. Please. You have to come."
That got me or at least, Elma's attention. Because he simply refused to shut up until I stood up.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and looked at Saber, really looked. The panic in his eyes was real. And I was curious as a fairy's cat.
"Well," I breathed, a smile cutting across my face. "This ought to be good. Don't tell me the crippled invalid finally took my heartfelt advice and threw himself off a cliff."
Saber's face hardened, his fear burning away into pure contempt for me. "Are you going to help him or not, you selfish bastard?"
I stood up in one motion, the movement testing my newly healed leg. Saber took a step back.
Good. He hasn't completely lost his mind yet.
I yanked my trousers up and fastened them, and toed my boots on without sitting.
I grabbed the jacket and shoved my arms through the sleeves as I walked, deliberately shouldering Saber out of my way as I passed.
"Chase, better be close to death, Little beta" I said. "Or you are going to need a physician, little buddy"