Chapter Two

PAIGE

 I have been stuck in this fu**ing hospital for two days, but I am finally healed enough to be discharged. Swallowing the pills the Doc left me, I looked in the mirror. I couldn’t seem to shake this headache. Starting into my eyes, I stared into my hazel orbs, is that a green ring around my iris? I call forward my cats eyes, everything becomes sharper instantly. I look closely at the rim of my bright yellow irises and there it is a definite Jade green rim. I blink all three of my eyelids and look again and it’s still there, weird. My bag is packed, not that I have a lot. Jared and the other lads from our team, have been to see me but they just ate whatever they brought me, such a bunch of dicks. One last look around the room and I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed for the door. Jared is leaning on the wall, flirting with a nurse. He is such a sl*t. He winks as he sees me and leans in to whisper in the nurse’s ear, making her giggle. When I stop beside them she glares at me, giving me the once-over, “ Oh please, I am so not the competition, he is all yours. Well, for a quick fu*k in the supply room, at least.” She glowers at me while Jared laughs. I gave him a grin. “Want to give me the keys so I can wait in the truck for you? I know how testy you can get if you don’t empty your balls enough.” The nurse huffs off, “you are such a co*k-block Stevenson, I almost had her on her knees.” We walk out of the hospital laughing at how easy the humans who live and work on campus are. Although the male of our species is very easy on the eye. Jared is the son of a Huntress. He is twenty-three, and has been my guardian since I was twelve. As he is male, he does not have all of our special abilities, but they are much stronger than a human male and heal quicker, but that’s about it. But that does not mean he is weak. At 6’8” he is a mountain of brawn. A trained warrior in his own right. When we were paired together, it was his job to train me and to help me learn to control my abilities. He is my best friend, my brother, a very sexy brother, that I may or may not have had very dirty dreams about. Every Huntress is paired with a male guardian from the bloodlines. They are our anchor, our only genuine connection to our humanity. “The council want to see you, debrief you on the shi*show that used to be a Mall.” “It’s not like we blew it up, is it? And the explosion covered up the attack, right? So they should be happy.” The current head elder is my grandfather. Not that he carries any interest in me other than as a Huntress. He is a di*k, and I find it very hard to remain loyal to him and his a**hole council. “Okay, let’s get this over with. I am not getting any younger.” Chuckling, he looked over, “so what are we doing for your birthday? It’s only ten days away. “God I hope you get a wolf. How great would that be? I always wanted a dog. I could get you a collar and a lead, take you on long walks, and chicks love animal lovers.” “Or she could bite your c*ck off and you wouldn’t need to pick up women at all.” He reaches over and pats my head. “There, there puppy, be a good girl.” “He’s very sexy but a bit of a d*ck, isn’t he?” I jumped out of my skin, “who the f*ck said that?” I looked in the back of the truck, “what’s up babe? No one said anything.” “It’s only me sweetie. My name is Haven. I am your wolf.” “HOLY F*CK, STOP THE F**KING CAR!” Jared pulls over and I jump out. He follows me around the truck, shouting my name. I looked at him and he froze, “sh*t Paige, your eyes are bright green…… OH MY GOD YOU GOT YOUR WOLF!” “Yes, and she thinks you're a d*ck for wanting to take her for walks.” “Sh*t, can I see her? I bet she is gorgeous. I mean, you are a solid seven in the looks department, right?” “She’s right. You are an idiot. I won’t shift till my birthday, you nobb.” He jumps around like a f**king kid. “I can’t believe you have a f**king wolf. This is f**king amazing.” He stiffens, and grabs my shoulders, “hey Wolfie girl, you can’t let the council know, you know how your grandfather feels about your dad.” That’s the truth. The old man can’t stand the thought of impurity in the bloodline. When mother felt the mate pull, it overcame her, it was like she had no choice but to spread her legs for the horny wolf. Gramps went ballistic. “Haven, they can’t know about you.” “I know, honey, don’t worry. I have access to your memories. While you deal with them, I'll be sitting in the background.” “Haven said she would keep quiet.” “Haven? That’s a real pretty name.” He strokes my cheek with his finger. “Oh my God, are you flirting with my wolf, for f*ck’s sake? You have a serious problem, dude.” We got back in the truck and headed for the Order headquarters. My mind is working in overdrive. I have a mother f*cking wolf. Can I change my destiny? Is it that simple? Of course it's not! For centuries, my people hunted all the supernaturals. The thinking was that if we wiped them out, then there could be no uprisings, so our job would be done. That did not work as expected. The downside of our feline nature is our ego, and as they say, pride comes before a fall. Our numbers took a massive hit. That’s what happens when you take on beings with over a hundred times your number, and all have their own special abilities. So a truce was called, it was decided that the councils of each species would oversee their people, and we would be brought in when any faction decided to cause a threat to humans. We are still a prideful people and the purity of our bloodlines is held with reverence by the Elders of the Order, which means that cross breeding is highly frowned upon. In fact, since my great-grandfather was the head elder, he decreed that to keep the bloodlines pure and strong, the only breeding within the order would be done in a lab. We are paired up and sent and sperm and eggs are extracted, fertilized and then female breeders are inseminated, and carry our offspring. The actual parents are only known to the technicians that list the pairings. My mother is one of a very short list of Huntresses to have been conceived the old-fashioned way. My mother was the first of our kind to actually carry and give birth to her own child in over thirty-five years, meaning that I am the only one of my generation that actually knows my bloodline. Of course, my mother never stops showing me how much I disgust her. On the rare occasions she gives me the honour of her presence, she can barely f*cking look at me, it's like I offended her or something, it pi**es me off. After all, she was the one that f*cked the wolf, not me. We pulled up to the council building, and I took a steadying breath. Jarad puts a steadying hand on my shoulder. “Give them sh*t baby.” I sigh and head for the door.