Free The Breed Casstiel's Vow by Alice K. Wayne Page A

wasn’t crouched down on all fours like
the other ones; this one was standing up on his hind legs, like a man but
bigger, with bulging muscles and these huge jagged teeth. Our eyes locked and
my body froze. I saw the other three dragging Quinn into the woods, but no
matter how much I tried to go after them I just kept staring into that wolfs
eyes.
               
“He was the scariest thing I had ever seen in my life. His eyes were all black
like a demon. My body wouldn’t listen no matter how much I screamed for it to
move. His voice entered my head and told me to stay calm and that everything
was going to be alright and that they weren’t going to hurt me, but I wasn’t
worried about me, I was worried about Quinn,” Tears sprung into Tessa’s eyes
but she fought them back furiously as she felt Casstiel's thumb rub across the
back of her hand.
               
“After they pulled him into the woods, the wolf in front of me ran off after
them. I tried to chase them but I was so tired and weak, it was like he had
drugged me or something. I ended up passing out on the grass, and waking up to
my parents freaking out when they got home,” she took a shaky breath and looked
around.
               
Everyone stared back in wide eyed horror.
               
“That’s it, you know the rest,” she finally said to no one in particular. Her
chest was still shaking from her nervous breathing, air lightly flitting
through her lungs.
               
“Werewolves pelt is usually the color of their hair when they are in human
form, do you happen to remember what color any of them were?”
               
“The one that was in front of me was black. The darkest color I’ve ever seen,
and his eyes were just as black… he looked so evil,” she shuddered at the
memory, goose bumps springing up along her arms at the thought of those
obsidian pools.
               
Cass did some quick jotting then looked at her again, “The voice that entered
your mind, do you think that you could identify it?”
               
“Yes,” she would know that voice anywhere.
               
“One last question Tessa, then I promise I’m done,” he gave her a warm smile
and squeezed her hand again, “That voice, did it sound plain old American, or
did it have any sort of accent at all?”
               
“It did sound a little weird, but I’m not sure … maybe Irish?” she strained her
memory.
               
“That’s because he’s been living in the United States for a couple hundred
years now, so he’s gotten good at covering it up,” Cass said smacking the desk
they were all sitting at.
               
“You know who it is?” Tessa asked shocked.
               
“You bet your ass we do,” Jax hollered out as Ghost swiveled his chair around
to the computer stationed behind him and began to type furiously.
               
“Really?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly as a single tear rolled down
her face.
               
She had held back the flood of tears during her story, but for some reason when
she heard the positive news she couldn’t stop them from leaking out.
               
Casstiel jumped from the table and had his arms around her before she even
noticed he had moved.
    He hugged her warmly, as if
she wasn’t just a stranger that he had met hours ago.
               
She fell into his body without the slightest bit of hesitation. Usually she
would shy away from physical contact like this, especially from a stranger, but
their bodies fit perfectly together, and for a moment she allowed herself to be
lost in the heat of his touch.
               
“Thank you,” she whispered into his ear and pulled away.
               
“I could take you on a tour of this place,” he suggested, letting her pull back
from the hug but still keeping her caged in his arms,