Page 64 of Outcast
Growling and snapping our sharp canines an inch from his now sweating face, I willed us to go into the shadowscape, as I’d decided to call it. Our vision shifted immediately, allowing me to see his warped soul.
His soul didn't have a radiant blue flame as I had come to expect based on my previous interactions. This man's soul was a constantly twisting soft yellow orb with traces of black running through it like electric bolts.
Interesting. I’d need to peek more often into people’s souls to try to understand the meaning of the different colors.
I know we can heal souls from darkness and peer into their memories, but do you think we can harm them?
Anything having to do with their soul is possible with these gifts we've been blessed with.
Intrigued and wanting to make my point, I reached out to grab the orb. A dull thumping of energy thudded into my hand, and I embedded an image into the orb of chopping off his dick and shoving it down his throat.
Snapping back to reality to see if it had worked, we were hit with the scent of urine as Lux backed off of him.
He curled into himself with his hand covering his manhood, crying and shaking for all to see.
A now friendly voice rang out, "And if that didn't scare you enough, if you fuck with Kira, you fuck with me."
Sofia stood leaning against a nearby cottage with her arms crossed over her chest and a look of venom piercing everyone in sight. A look I remembered all too well.
Quickly the crowd disbursed, a few retreating into their homes and others scampering off in various directions. All that remained was the sniveling man, Sofia, and me.
Lux nodded our large head towards Sofia in thanks, earning a nod back.
Let's get out of here.
Spinning around, we sprinted the short distance to Seth's home near the alpha's center. Nerves rose as I saw Milo sitting outside with his back to the front wall. The front door looked like it had been replaced already, and I wondered if he or Seth had done that.
Fix things with him.
I know I need to, but how do I admit to him that he was right about Jameson breaking me into pieces?
Love isn't about judgement, it's about understanding.
His head snapped up to look in our direction, and Lux whined softly as she closed the distance between us, shoving her head into his chest, rubbing against him.
You can do it.
Shifting once more, my stomach growled from all of the energy we'd exerted with the constant changing. What an entrance. Standing naked in front of your mate and having your stomach growl so loudly that it sounded like it was trying to have its own conversation.
Nibbling on his lip, his eyes raked over my body with a deep hunger before he cleared his throat and offered, "Seth isn't here. He's on watch at the pit with a high-level Daimona."
We should take this opportunity to test out our powers and interrogate it.
My eyes widened slightly as I turned towards the door. "I need to put some clothes on, and then I want to go down there." As I reached for the door handle, he halted my movement with his simple question, "Are we okay?"
"Do you want to come in, and we can talk?"
He rose nimbly to his feet and followed me into the house as I walked towards the bedroom to grab an outfit. I heard the bed behind me creak lightly as he sat down, patiently waiting for me to start the conversation.
I didn't know where to start. By telling him everything he’d said about Jameson was right? That I didn't know where to go from here?
The emotions of the morning caught up to me, and as I opened the drawer to pull out a pair of black athletic shorts and a plain white, cotton shirt, I felt angry tears pricking at my eyes as I tossed them to the ground.
I fished out a sports bra from the disorganized drawer, a few teardrops splattering down onto my hand. Bracing my hand against the drawer, I tilted my head forward to hide my tears from Milo's view with a curtain of my hair.
Gripping the drawer tightly, I felt it splinter under my hold and cursed under my breath as a few pieces of the wood pierced the fleshy part of my palm.
Fuck, how did I do that?
