The Gift chronicles

Book 2 Chapter 1.2

Book 2 Chapter 1

"I'm right here, Nyx. What are you, blind?" Greyson teased me, making me roll my eyes.

"No, but you are invisible," I retorted. He loved using his Gift to annoy me. We were currently engaged

in a battle of chip—throwing, and he was being a cheater.

"It's not my fault you're too much of a pussy to use your Gift," Greyson smirked as her reappeared next

to me, and crumbled a Dorito on top of my head. I shrieked and tried hitting him, but he effortlessly

dodged me, popping a chip into his mouth this time as opposed to my hair.

"I am not a pussy," I grumbled at him as I tried getting the Dorito residue out of my hair. "I just don't see

the point in taking the life out of some poor plant just so I can throw a chip at you. You're really

immature, you know that?"

Greyson shrugged, eating another chip. "Don't start something you can't finish, babe."

I rolled my eyes. I met Grey about three months after my Grandmother's death. To be more precise, I

almost killed him about three months ago after my Grandmother's death.

He also is a rogue, and was wondering through the woods when he came upon my cabin. He hadn't

known I was home, and came barging in like he owned the place.

I was upstairs when I heard him enter, and I had drained the life from a poor nearby succulent so I

could have the energy to hurt the intruder. I didn't ever want to kill a rogue, so I typically just used

enough magic to knock them out, and then dumped their unconscious bodies far away.

Even though I had heard someone enter the house, I was surprised when I didn't see anyone. I could,

however, smell another wolf's scent.

"What are the odds that the first cabin in the forest I break into belongs to the prettiest rogue I've ever

seen?" I heard the deep voice from behind me, and spun around. Nobody was there.

I twisted my hands in a circular motion, using the succulent's life force to generate an energy ball. I

thew it into the general direction where I heard the voice coming from, and luckily, I hit the intruder

square on the chest.

"Fuck!" The man suddenly appeared, and collapsed on the floor as he took the full force of the photon

blast.

"Okay, okay! I surrender, freaky Witch lady. I'll gladly exit the residence and will never return," He

promised, and I narrowed my eyes at him, unsure if I could trust him or not.

I was way too trusting of a person, and I let the stranger leave, after he promised that he wouldn't ever

return.

He showed up at my door the next day.

Ever since that day four years ago, we've been best friends. He moved into the cabin, and was

technologically skilled enough to set up a TV that had all sorts of shows I had never been exposed to

before.

Greyson loved being able to teach me things about life, society, packs, everything. He was twenty at

the time, and had turned rogue once his former Alpha started running the pack in a way he didn't

respect. I tried to ask him more about it, but he didn't like talking much about his old pack.

I was yanked out of my flashbacks when Greyson threw yet another Dorito at me. I tried to dodge it, but

failed, getting hit with it square in the eye.

"Ouch!" I yelped as I clutched my eye. It didn't actually hurt, but I knew it would activate Greyson's

natural protective instincts over me.

"Fuck, Nyx! I'm sorry, let me see," Grey rushed towards me in panic, and when he was close enough, I

grabbed the bag from his hands and dumped the whole thing on top of his head.

Greyson growled in annoyance as orange powder covered his head, shoulders, and face. "You pretend

to be innocent, but you're just as manipulative as everybody else, you little minx."

I laughed as I took in the sight of him. Even in Dorito residue, he looked as attractive as ever. With his

dirty blond hair and tanned muscles, I wasn't sure anything could make him unappealing.

Suddenly, his normally hazel eyes darkened. He took one step towards me, his eyes blazing in an

emotion I didn't recognize. My breath hitched in my throat.

"I'm going to go shower," He muttered, and stalked into his room, making me shrug.

"Don't start something you can't finish," I sang out mockingly after him, mimicking his earlier words. He

snarled at me in response, closing the door behind him. Jeez, he was so worked up over Doritos.

I followed his lead and went to take a shower myself so I could wash the cheddar dust out of my hair.

Once I finished showering, I got dressed in jean shorts and a white strapless top. I brushed my wet hair

as I stared at my somewhat fogged reflection in the mirror.

My electric blue eyes stood out against my pale skin and my dark black hair. A few freckles littered my

nose and upper cheeks haphazardly.

"Hey, Nyx, lets go into town tonight, yeah? There's something I want to talk to you about," Grey's voice

called out from behind my bedroom door.

"Okay!" I yelled back, even though I didn't know what he possibly wanted to talk to me about. There

wasn't a single thing I didn't know about him. I wasn't going to argue though, I loved going into the

human towns. They were always brimming with vitality and excitement. It was also one of the only

times I got to interact with other people besides Greyson. It was lonely at times living as a rogue.

I put tan sandals on, and went downstairs to where Grey was waiting. He wore a white t—shirt and

casual jeans, looking effortlessly sexy. My eyes raked over his body appreciatively.

"My eyes are up here, Nyx," Grey teased, making

my cheeks flush.

"I was merely admiring what a good job the Moon Goddess did at giving you the Gift of extreme

ugliness," I retorted back, smirking.

"Your scent says otherwise, little wolf," Grey's voice deepened and I cocked my head.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

Grey chuckled lowly. "You have a lot to learn, Nyx." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm 20 now, I'm not a kid, you know," I whined, sounding not very grown—up at all.

"I know," He whispered, his eyes darkening as he looked me over. "Nyx, I—" Suddenly his head jerked

up. "Somebody is here."

I frowned. I didn't hear anything. I could only smell the delicious scent of vanilla and pine. "Rogues?" I

asked, alerted.

His face was confused as he strained to listen. "I don't think so. There's someone yelling out orders,

and rogues don't take orders." My heart fell. It had to be a group of wolves from a pack, meaning they

would likely kill us.

"We need to leave now," Grey grabbed my hand, and I jerked it away.

"No. I'm not leaving here," I stubbornly told him. This cabin was way important to me. My grandmother

was literally growing right outside.

"Onyx. We're leaving," He snarled at me, daring me to challenge him. I sighed but relented. I wasn't

really an argumentative person, and he had never led me astray before.

I grabbed the hand he outstretched to me, and we headed for the back door.

"Fuck," he whispered. "You're going to need to summon as much energy as you can if we want to get

out of here alive."

I nodded, even though I didn't know what he was referring to. It must have been a decent amount of

wolves if he was scared. We had taken down a few groups of rogues together before, and he always

did so without hesitation or fear. He was a strong wolf, and he loved to release his aggression on other

wolves. I never killed any of the rogues, but Greyson loved to. Sigh, men.

We stepped out of the house, and I gasped when I saw that about 20 wolves had us surrounded.

"Should we kill them, Alpha?" A grotesquely muscular man turned to another man, presumably the

Alpha, and asked for his permission.

I looked at the man who was deciding our fate, and was shocked when I was met with brilliant green

eyes, so bright they shocked me to my core.

The green eyes were attached to a tall, muscular man with brown hair and tanned skin. He was without

a doubt, the most attractive person I had ever seen in my whole life.

I took a step towards him out of instinct, not understanding why I felt so drawn to him. The delicious

scent swirled around me.

The green—eyed man smirked knowingly when I took the step towards him. It felt like I was Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

possessed.

Grey grabbed my wrist and hissed at me, "What the fuck are you doing, Nyx?"

"She's coming to her mate," the man arrogantly spoke, victoriously smirking and outstretching his arms,

presumably for me to go into.

"MATE?!" Greyson roared. Oh, no.