Tommy's POV

　　Leaning back on the flimsy wooden frame of the chair, the creek that filled the room made me wince with concern that it wouldn't support my weight and I'd end up on my ass, again. My eyes focused on the redhead opposite me, who had been the centre of all the drama this morning. I would be blind if I said I couldn't see what Jason was attracted to!

　　She gave off an innocent vibe which we, as wolves, were not used to seeing. We were raised to be brutal, cunning and always keep our wits about us. Yet this female was raw, endearing and vulnerable, even if she didn't want to admit it.

　　However, seeing her stand her ground to a future Alpha and whatever the hell Damien was made me smirk because she had a feistiness I liked! For Jason! She would be a good mate for him! Yet, seeing the way Damien's eyes stalked her every move, I had a feeling he would have a different opinion on the matter.

　　After coming around, Jason explained a little nervously that Abigail had healed me; she had used some kind of magic. I knew he was wrong or mistaken somehow because witches were part demonic- part evil! But what I sensed from her powers was anything but evil.

　　The power that surged through me felt like pure energy, a natural force, even! She wasn't a witch; despite Jason's opinions and insistence not to trust her, his irritated ramblings about her bewitching him and tricking him into having such strong feelings for her- I knew what he was spewing was nothing more than jealousy, simply because of how close her and Damien seemed to be.

　　Even as he told me not to trust her, that she had put a spell on him, I could see Archer pining for her. Desperately trying to keep his temper in check after Jason's earlier outburst. For all his faults, Archer was a wolf, unlike his father; he was fair and just. He always showed good judgement and, for that, had earned the pack's respect many times over! Even if his human seemed a little impulsive in matters of the heart.

　　"Thank you for what you did for me!" I nodded to the redhead trying to keep my tone casual, not wanting to put myself between the two brooding males in the room, "When you saved me?" I started to say; seeing her tense, I smiled, wanting to reassure her. "I thought I heard a voice like it was entwined in the powers," I asked, a little worried I had imagined it.

　　"We all heard it." Damien ground out, irritated again. His damn mood swings were starting to give me whiplash! Deciding to ignore him, I told her to continue if she wanted to.

　　"It's nothing." She brushed off with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

　　"It said they would hold you to your promise. What did my life cost you? I have a right to know." I pushed, keeping my tone level.

　　"I am more than happy to gut you like a pig if the weight of her sacrifice is too much for you to carry- swiss." Damien scowled at me. Rolling my eyes, I looked back to Abigail, refusing to take the bait.

　　"I don't know. I just promised to help them if they helped me save you. And they did. So I owe them a favour, but it's nothing- I promise," She tried to explain sincerely.

　　"Who is it that you owe a debt to?" I quizzed gently, needing to know to whom I owed my life too and what it would cost this creature in front of me.

　　"Does it fucking matter! It's done! You're alive! Be grateful, for fuck sake! Unless you'd rather be un-alived! Because I am more than happy..."

　　"To kill him! Yes, we know! You are like a broken record. We get it! You're ok with killing people! But those of us with a conscience are not! So how about you dial down the murder vibes... just a little." Jason snapped, clearly having enough of Damien's arrogance.

　　"Maybe just a few notches, huh, Ace?" She cooed gently, her delicate fingers touching diplomatically at his arm, wanting to reassure him and soothe his temper. Seeing Damien's shoulder relax, I knew she had successfully calmed him down in her secret mission. Their whole interaction left me unsettled- It reminded me of how Maxwell and his mate interacted. And if she was perfect for Jason, how could she be perfect for Damien too?

　　"Anyway, I would like to ask a question." She asked, her tone laced with sorrow. "Can you take me to the church?" I wondered who she was talking to until I saw her eyes locked on me. "Please,"

　　She was a smart cookie; I would give her that! By asking me to take her, she skipped past the possessive, jealous scene that would have undeniably played out. This way, she got what she needed with a fuss.

　　"Of course- but perhaps you should get dressed first! I have a feeling you'll get a few people looking at you if you turn up in town today of all days in your PJs and covered in... my... blood. Seeing the smile form on her lips, she nodded to me, looking down at myself, my white top soaked in my vibrant blood.

　　"Pot kettle black", She giggled playfully; all three sets of eyes followed her as she left to go to the bathroom, smirking, knowing both the males were fighting the urge to follow her, neither wanting to let her out of their sight. The silence in the room was deafening; the longer she was gone, the sharper the tension felt.

　　"We need to work out what the darkness was! If it's behind the fire, the deaths.. it could come back." Jason interjected into the silence.

　　"Nah, it won't." Damien laughed bitterly.

　　"You wanna take the chance that it won't return- for her! It seems almost as obsessed with her as the pair of you! I thought you were against squares." I provoked with a sigh scrutinising Damien.

　　"It comes near her again, and I will deal with it!" Damien growled possessively.

　　"Like you did last night?" Jason shot back; the bitterness in his voice spoke volumes.

　　"Careful, mutt", Damien cautioned. His eyes squinted slightly with the instability we had come to recognise as a good indication to back down; however, Jason either hadn't noticed it or didn't seem to give a shit any more.

　　"YOU said you were with her last night, sleeping here... together... yet you had no idea it was here, not just in the damn building but right beside you! Taunting her, putting her through that agony!" You could hear the emotion rolling off him in waves; it hurt him to know she had suffered- Damien seemed to pick up on that too- which appeared to be the only reason he wasn't acting on whatever impulses were swimming around in his head.

　　"YOU are meant to be this all-powerful demon, right? And you couldn't sense it!" Jason groaned, shaking his head and getting up to pace the room. I watched Damien follow him with his eyes, clearly debating how to manage Jason's outburst; I could see his eyes shifting between red and green.