“No,” I say.“Our elders, our alphas will know what to do.”
Chapter Four
Elias
“We should go.”I finish my drink.“We will walk you home, Maisey.”
The revelations have been a lot for her but she’s handled it well.It proves the depths of her power that she hasn’t even questioned it.She knew instinctively that she was unique just as her ancestors had planned.
“I can walk myself.”
“I don’t think so.”Branson stands and shoves his hands into his pockets.“There’s something real bad going on out there.”
I look at him.The way he is with her is different.I’d never seen his gaze linger on a woman, never seen him even show interest in the opposite sex.But with Maisey his body seems to be on high alert, supercharged, as though her energy is pulling him in.The way it is with me.
She nods and holds her purse strap over her shoulder.She is dainty, her movements delicate and graceful.She’d be an easy target and that thought creates a sudden rage within me.I’d never let anyone hurt her.I’d rip their head off if they did.The reason for my existence now is to protect her.To ensure she can walk the path fate has set her on.It is for the good of everyone, I know that in my soul.
“Bye, Terence.”Maisey waves at the barman who is lazily polishing glasses.
He raises his hand in response and then eyes Branson and I with undisguised suspicion.
The night air is dancing with frost that sparkles as our breath clouds in front of us.
Branson holds out his arm, offering her the crook of his elbow—another move that surprises me and also catches something deep in me I can’t explain.Not jealousy, though I have been used to being the only person Branson thinks of, but curiosity.Just what are his feelings for this fascinating woman?And does he have deeply buried desires to be with a female?
That last one is a question neither of us have ever contemplated.Branson being gay is like the sky being blue in June.
The moon is full and hangs so low I feel I could touch it.A whisper of cloud sits beside it glowing eerily, and is the shape of a witch’s hat.My hearing is acute even as a human, and I section out the sound of traffic to listen for signs of shifters out and about.Nothing.They are deep underground, staying out of the cold.
Soon we arrive at her apartment, and without invitation both Branson and I go up and step inside.
Maisey hangs her coat and purse on a hook by the door and turns to us.“Why are you still here?”
I take a deep breath.“I’m worried you may be a target, Maisey.”
“What?Why?”She looks from me to Branson.
