Big Bad Wolfie

•••Jason's POV•••

"AH!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin as Maria suddenly broke free of her friend's hold and lurched forward into a sitting position. Fantastic forest green eyes darted in every direction, wide in fear, confusion, and panic. I probably mirrored her, along with everyone else in the room.

My heart was in my throat, but her's seemed unnaturally slow in its beats, even for someone not waking up from the apparent nightmare of the century. I was perplexed, but everything went from zero to one hundred so quickly I could barely keep up, let alone question the slow rate of her heart.

The second she darted up, her friends jumped to restrain her. But she fought. Hard.

I didn't understand why at first, but when I caught sight of her gaze, realization washed over me. Her forests weren't deep and something you want to run arms open into, like usual. They were shallow. And what was happening right behind the tree line — right behind her eyes — wasn't pretty. In fact, it was terrifying. And tragic. The expression on her face painted all of this for the world to see. We couldn't witness what she was, but we could see the pain in her eyes.

It made an intense feeling spread through my chest and crawl to my stomach. I couldn't identify it if I wanted to. Butterflies wouldn't be the right analogy. It's more like a family of wasps panging at my insides.

I don't know why, but time took this time to slow down in my head. And everything went sort of muffled in my ears.

It couldn't have done it while everything was quiet and calm?

But my subconscious chose now to let everything hit me. Not while I was staring at her lay helpless, but while I was watching her suffer a tragedy mixed with a horror right in front of my eyes. The worst part is that it's all behind her glassy gaze, in her head, and none of us can do anything about it.

I had told Malaki not to let me think too deeply about any of this, and I had done the same for him. All because I didn't want either of us to truly see her.

We're mates for crying out loud. It would make me week in the knees and probably make the aspect of stopping all this and just begging for her forgiveness all too appealing.

But here we are.

Finally seeing her.

And d@mn, she's the most magnificent thing I've ever seen. Even in her pain.

And what'd you know, everything everyone spoke about her, warned me about, was true so far.

She's not just a master's kid who's had everything handed to her. She can't be naïve because, the movie that's playing in her head right now, it can't be anything innocent and kind.

Deep deep deep deep deep down, I saw this before. Of course I did. How could I not? She's my other half.

But I was really hoping to avoid being able to feel this until she submitted. The feeling I get when I think about how amazing she is.

She caught me off guard. Ki and I had our walls down, and she sneak attacked us with her beautiful truth and forced it down our throats. Her beautiful, painful truth.

So much for denial.

So much for getting through this easily.

I thought I could be passive enough not to let this happen. . . But it did.

'And now we're screwed,' Ki budded in.

'No!'

If I mess up this deal it puts us all in danger. Even her.

'We have to follow through. We'll go through with your plan.'

if I can do it

and you will,' I cut

'. . . Besides, you gonna let

let out a

'No.

That's what I

'And yes, we are,' I

focused back in on

Goddess, seeing her is like a

HOLY CRAP.

of it in time to see her fist

not enough time to move out of the way. So one 20th of a second later, I

"Fu#k!"

hits hard. The tears started building

"Oh my

***Maria's POV***

I just

Wait.

"Wait, no I'm not," I scowled and gave him a kick to his side from his doubled over

a grunt of

I rolled my

Wait. .

He's shirtless.

.

And

I feel light

my fist time seeing

first time seeing an absolutely ripped shirtless guy, like Wolfie

Obviously, again, because I literally fight for a living and, not to mention, go

is. . .

goddess his

I need to

Before I

I need to get back onto my train of thought to distract myself from all of.

be returning

I

I was a little girl

isn't the right word. . . I was

in my nine year old body, staring up at him.

from chains to his people holding

face I saw after all the terrible memories of him were

start to wake up — and this goes for most of my nightmares — I get this rush of power. I'm not my 9 year old self anymore, and I can kick butt like it's nobody's business again, so my first instinct is

time the bystander wasn't

Wolfie slowly stood from his doubled over position, still cradling his

Oh my goddess.

That smells too good.