The Alpha's Melded Mate

The One with the Party

The rain had been pattering through the trees all night. A steady rhythm to help drown the nerves that were screaming inside my head. Not just my nerves, but the nerves of every pack member laying their life on the line to defend this pack. There was only one calm, reassuring thread in my mind, Abbi.

Water droplets froze, the liquid that had been sliding down my skin reversed. The threat was nearing, and they had a secret weapon. Witches were nearly extinct, but they still existed. If you could get one on your side, it provided sure protection and an advantage against all who crossed you... or those you decided to cross. Even with a witch on their side, they weren't ready for the threat we posed with our own secret weapon.

Me.

I could feel Neal nudging in my brain, telling me it was time for action. This was it, this was what our pack's fate boiled down to, whether I'd honed my abilities enough to take down this witch and save our pack from being overrun.

My breath shook as I stepped from behind the tree and water rushed back to the sky. Electricity sung through the air, the hair on my body standing on end.

Her dark eyes bored into me the moment I stood in the clearing and I could feel her mind race with potential attacks. She wasn't threatened in the least. After all, she knew I wasn't a witch, and what I was believed to be had long died out. Or so many thought.

Lightning struck behind the witch, the smile growing on her face at the thought of an easy kill.

My fingers tingled as I closed my eyes, closing out the reverse fall of the rain, sending the waves into my hands like charging a defibrillator.

I locked eyes with the woman, and brought my hands together in a loud clap that sent an invisible shield in her direction at top speed. She didn't even have time to react before her body flew five feet.

I readied the energy in my body again, charging up for the attack that was sure to come as the woman got to her feet. If I could distract her, then my pack was sure to be able to hold off the Red Pine pack.

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"Cynthia! Abbi is waiting for you." My mother called up the stairs.

Not even three seconds later, Abbi slammed the door open. "Girl, you promised that you would come with me to this tonight. We just made it through another year of school. It's time to go out and have some fun."

Abbi threw herself onto my bed in typical dramatic fashion. She was ready from head to toe for the bonfire in her short white shorts that showed off her long, sun-kissed legs and a pink sequin top that few could pull off. Her platinum hair intricately braided, no doubt by herself.

I could feel her excitement for this party in my throat like a ball that I just couldn't swallow. Looking over to my pajamas draped over the edge of the bed, I let out a deep breath to pull my walls back up. It was always much more difficult once someone was already inside though.

"Fun for who?" I asked as I trudged into my closet, looking at everything I didn't want to wear. I had a tub of of ice cream, a horror movie, and those comfy flannel pajamas calling my name. 

"Cyn, don't be like that," Abbi groaned.

"Like what? Like everyone does whatever they can to completely ignore me?"

"That's only because they don't know you like I do, Cyn." Abbi sat up straight, those green eyes locked on me with that determination she's carried with her since we first met thirteen years ago.

"Not everyone is a naive pup who refuses to listen to their parents, Abbi." I pushed shirt after shirt to the side, refusing to look Abbi in the eyes.