Under attack
Sandro wheezed and darted out of bed. He slammed into the wall and grimaced as he heard a crack in his rib.
“I'm dead?” He said, looking at the bright room.
He believed his room was darker than this and wondered where he was.
“Perhaps. It might be better if you had, and that will save us a lot of stress.”
Sandro swirled, and his eyes collided with Blaze, who sat languidly on the sofa with a wineglass in his hand.
“Where am I?” Sandro rasped.
Blaze continued, ignoring his question, “If you were dead, you should be in hell by now because of your tainted heart, but you ain't.”
“Well, smarty-pants, where the hell am I since I am not in hell?!” Sandro glared at him.
“You are in your room, dummy.” Blaze retorted with a glare.
Sandro shot him a glare of his own before gazing around the room.
Blaze was right. He was indeed in his room. Only that more lights had been switched on to make it brighter.
And the curtains were pulled apart, making it chillier.
In spite of his normal body heat, he shivered. But it wasn't entirely due to the temperature of the room. He remembered what happened a few seconds ago.
It was a near-death experience, and he doubted if he'd be alive if Blaze wasn't there.
Sandro was aware he wouldn't die right away. It was after he transformed and went on a killing spree, which was one of the things prohibited by the curse, that he'd be dead.
“You saved me.” He mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “I thought you wanted me dead.”
Blaze stared at him for a while before shaking his head. “I do not. I'm your Beta, after all, and wanting you dead is the last thing I'd ever do.”
“Beta this day can't be trusted. Remember the Lycan Pack?”
“I'm not Beta Reese,” Blaze glared. “And this is definitely not the Lycan pack. If ever I wanted you dead, I shouldn't have given you the shot.”
Sandro groaned as he felt a twinge at his side. The side of his body where Blaze had jabbed the syringe still hurt, but it was worth the pain. At least, he was back to normal.
“I thought there were no more shots. I used the last one a few weeks ago and forgot to get more with all the saga going on.”
“You probably stressed yourself out, and I got it from the clinic yesterday. I found blood compatible with yours.”
Sandro nodded and plopped on the chair. His gaze flickered to the ceiling before he shut his eyes.
“Thalia?”
“She's in my room.” Blaze said.
Sandro's eyes snapped open, and he scowled. “Doing what? Do you realize we are together?”
“We are doing nothing together.” Blaze said.
He gagged inwardly at the assumption Sandro was making between him and Thalia.
He could easily let him know they were related and everything would be cleared. But he didn't want to.
Sandro would use the opportunity to find out many things which Blaze believed were meant to be hidden.
Thalia was not good at keeping secrets, especially when it comes to Sandro, who could threaten to kill her or him if she didn't give him what he demanded.
“She came to me for help. That's all.”
“I'll have your fur and use it as a foot mat if I see you with her!” Sandro warned.
“You should be worried about what to tell her about the state she saw you in.”
“That's not important. She needn't know what is going on and her job is to fúck me and keep me warm alone. Nothing else.”
Blaze grimaced, and he clenched his fists. Bástárd!
He desired to punch his face and yell at him not to speak to his sister in such a manner, but he couldn't.
He could only seethe and wished Thalia would leave him one day because he believed she hadn't moved on from him, as she said.
The door went ajar, snapping Blaze out of his reverie and he stared at Thalia who was fully dressed. She placed her hand on her chest and puffed out two breaths before gazing at him.
“I think we are under attack.”
It was Sandro who reacted first. Blaze thought he'd be weak from what happened yesterday and from the shot given to him. Instead, he seemed energized, and he rushed to the door and out of the room.
“Are you certain of that?” Blaze asked.
“I am,” Thalia said, tilting her hand in the air. “I killed someone who was trying to sneak up on me.”
It was then Blaze realized her hand was dripping with blood. He was certain she had plucked out the heart of an intruder because that was what she often does when combating.
He stepped towards her and gripped her trembling hands. “Are you alright? I shouldn't have let you come here.”
“I'm fine.” She mumbled. “It's just my first kill in a long while, and I need to start getting used to it. After all, I was born this way and I can't change myself.”
Blaze nodded. He pulled her into a hug, not bothering about his shirt getting stained, and he caressed her back.
“You'll be fine.” He mumbled over again. “I think you need to stay away until the coast is clear.”
“I'm going nowhere.” She said, nudging him. “Besides, I am doing okay, and you don't need to baby me.”
Blaze sighed but said nothing. “Just don't do anything silly. If we are facing a tougher opponent, the last thing I want to see is you getting hurt.”
“I can't get hurt. I'm with one of the most powerful Betas and Alpha in the whole of Cooan. Who dares touch me whilst they are around? No one.” Thalia boasted. But she was telling the truth.
Blaze and Sandro were the best she had seen when it came to fighting. They often killed without remorse.
Even if the opponent they were facing was two times stronger, they frequently make themselves stronger to face them off.
“Stay behind me.”
Thalia tilted her brows, but she said nothing.
She was aware he was only watching out for her.
But, it made her feel weak. All the same, it was her first battle, and she wouldn't want to mess it up as well.
