My Muted Mate. *editing*

Chapter Sixteen.

Scott:

Once I was in the backyard of Abigail's house, I shifted back into human form. I focused my hearing into the noises inside the house. I heard Abigail's father yelling at her mother.

"That little bitch better not come back," he said. "God," he said, then hit something. "She took my son. She better come back so I can beat her ass and then kick her out."

"Will, you should get to bed," her mother said.

"Go to bed?" he questioned. "Angela I've just been hit in the head with a pan by my own daughter who's out there somewhere with my son! I'm pissed off!" he yelled. "You should have more control over her because maybe if you did, she wouldn't have done this-"

"Don't blame this all on me! You've been the one laying your hands on her! Maybe if you hadn't, she wouldn't have done this to you-ahh!" she screamed when he slapped her. The sound of his hand impacting with her face was loud and clear in my ears.

When I heard the sounds of him beating her, I couldn't just stand there anymore. I looked around for something hard and grabbed a rock. Tossing it up and down a few times in my hand like a baseball, I flung it at the window and it smashed through.

Going down on my hands and knees, I shifted into my wolf and hid behind the tree. I smelled Abigail's father's mixed scent of alcohol and pine needles come towards the door and the door flung open. "Who's there!" he yelled angrily.

I heard him go down a few of the steps. "Look, I don't have any time right now! If you don't come out right now, I swear to god..." he trailed off when I stepped out from behind the tree. He jerked and when he turned to his side, I growled. I wasn't me right now; it was my wolf side taking over. The devil, and believe me, when I'm in this form, I can't control what he does when he's angry. I snarled and he held his hands up.

"Ang-Angie," he said loud enough to almost be considered a yell.

"What?" Abigail's mother said as she came over to the door. "No, you take care of-oh shit," she said when she saw me. She had a rag at her neck where blood was. It made me snarl at her dad again, and I stepped closer to him. I could see the sweat of the side of his right brow. I circled around him like a wolf does to its prey. I saw his body lightly shaking.

"Angie, go get my gu-" I snarled again, cutting him off and he gulped. I rose up on my hind legs and he stumbled backwards, falling down on his butt.

"Wil-Will," Abigail's mom said.

"Shh," he hesitated. "Before you piss it off," he said, getting in a position to get up, but I growled warningly at him. I stepped between his legs and inched my face closer to his, baring my teeth at him. His eyes looked in mine with fear. Good. More sweat was appearing and I was taking satisfaction of out doing this. Maybe I will just kill him.

I opened my mouth and when I was about to rip at his neck, I felt a presence behind me and I heard a familiar growl. My father's scent washed through my nose and he snarled, Stop it, Scott.