Big Bad Wolfie

Chapter 10: 9 - Storm Clouds

"Zach," Wolfie gridded out, looking like he's trying to keep himself from flying off the handle in front of

all these people.

"Yes alpha."

What the h3ll? Where did he come from?

"Get the car."

Happy gave me a look that wasn't very true to his nickname, and then was off.

The look might have been concerning, if I didn't think I could handle anything these posers throw at me.

Or if I didn't literally walk right into what's about to happen for the sake of screwing things up for Wolfie.

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Suddenly Wolfie's hand is on the back of my neck(sending sparks everywhere, as per freakin' usual),

and is dragging me along(as per freakin' usual). His grip is painfully tight, and I'm having even MORE

trouble than normal keeping up.

Which is crazy because, I have a hard enough time anyway, so I don't know how he's not in a run right

now.

He drags me out the door and down the grand marble steps.

"I can't believe you just did that," he gridded out under his breath. "You're gonna pay for that, I swear,"

he barked into my ear.

By the time we got down the stairs, my feet were pretty useless, and he was practically dragging me.

Suddenly, without having time to even blink when we actually hit the bottom, I'm being thrown into the

car.

Not like, in through the door, and onto the seat.

But into the side of the car, and crashing against the door of it.

Fun.

My head banged against the window roughly(even more fun), but I shook it off and looked at Wolfie. I

was just in time to see him yank the door open and shove me in. His strength surprised me — he's

stronger than a regular wolf — and I ended up going all the way across the back seat and slamming

into the other side.

"Ah —"

"You!" He was immediately on top of me and gripping my jaw with one hand and pointing a very angry

finger at me with the other. "You just put so much in jeopardy!" He screamed in my face.

The door behind him slammed shut, but I didn't hear the engine start. I also didn't hear anyone else

enter the car. So I was just left wondering what's gonna happen next.

"Yeah, kinda the point," I mocked.

I'm sure he saw red at that.

His eyes turned from his normally beautiful silver-gray, to a much darker, cloudy storm. But still one of

the most beautiful storms I've ever seen. I'm surprised I can't see lightning going off in them.

'BANG'

That wasn't the sound of thunder coming from his eyes. That was the sound of my entire upper half

being lifted off the door by only my jaw and slammed back down.

"Ow," I groaned.

His grip on my jaw tightened and he pulled me closer.

"Hey buddy, you don't need to do this to get me to look you in the eye. I was planning on doing it

anyway," I told him flatly.

He made no move to release me.

His scent wrapped around me, and it made me feel torn.

On the one hand, my mind was reeling about, 'He is grabbing my face and being rough. This is

aggravating.'

Then, on the other hand, it was like, 'matematematematematemate.'

Two very polarizing feelings, and you don't know them until you feel them. It's very disorientating

having a war going on in your head.

Disorientating. That's a weird word.

Wait, is that even a real word? I mean, it would make perfect sense that it is. It works well in this

context, but I'm not sure I've ever heard it before. Would it just be disorienting, or does it not matter? I'll

have to look into tha—

'BANG'

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

"NO!"

I didn't even know he was talking.

Grammar is easier to think about than the war in my head.

A deep growl crawled up his throat and vibrated through the air.

I say it like that because it really did make something churn inside me.

I couldn't tell you if it was from fear(an emotion I haven't encountered in a while now, I can't imagine

how he would bring it out of me) or the close proximity of my mate.

Either way, I don't like the way my heart is beating right now.

I still just stared, unaffected(for all he knows) at him.

'Cause he didn't make my heart beat that fast, or my stomach churn that much.

The storm in his eyes didn't falter. "Fine, but I'm only going to repeat myself once. Don't make me do it

again." His voice is low and dark, and he's forcing out his words through his teeth. Only showing off

how completely pissed he is.

How does his grip keep getting tighter?

"We are going to go back in there."

My eyes widened. Really? I'll admit I wasn't expecting that.

"Don't get that excited look in your eye yet. There are terms and conditions and rules."

My face went flat, except for one very unamused quirked eyebrow. "What do I look like to you? A seven

year old exited to go into my friend's birthday party?" My tone was venomous.

I wouldn't get giddy like a dog looking at a treat for something like this. Especially not if he's holding it.

Don't ask me why I seem so deeply offended by this. Because I don't know. Now that I've felt it, it

seems petty.

But I don't really care.

He was silent.

"And I wouldn't expect any looks of hope coming your way any time soon," I sneered, leaning forward,

even with the force he was putting against my face — which earned me a look of surprise — "Wolfie," I

finished with spite.

That was a weak blow.

Hopefully it was still enough to get my message across.

I'm not afraid of you, Wolfie.