Free Fate of the Blood Moon's Path by Tiffany Potter

years old Angel.”
    “Keep reminding me how old I am.” I laughed.
    “I will be leaving in the morning for a council.” He sat down on the rocking chair.
    “What’s the council for?” I asked, leaning against the rail.
    “Stuff.” He took a puff.
    “Stuff? Why all the secrets father?” I crossed my arms.
    “No secrets. I will tell you eventually.” He took another puff.
    “Alright. You keep your secrets old man.” I smiled, he smiled back, “I’m going to take a shower and head to bed.” I walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight father.”
    “Goodnight daughter of mine.”
    It had been three days since my father left for the council meeting, and I have not heard anything from him about the meeting.
    Two O’clock in the morning, and I still haven’t slept. Lately I just lay there and stare at the ceiling or listen to the thoughts run around in my head. Maybe I should take up drinking like some of the older men here. I see them pass right out after they have had a few too many.
    “Angel.” I heard a whisper come from my window. I groaned. It was James.
    I got up and walked over to the window and opened it further so that he could come in. With a swift jump he made it from the ground, up to my window sill.
    “What are you doing? We do have a front door.”
    “I don’t want to use the front door. I like the idea of the whole knight in shining armor coming in with my noble steed and rescuing the damsel in distress.” He grinned.
    “Yup. I’m pretty sure that I’m not in distress.” I crossed my arms.
    “Sure?”
    “Pretty sure.” I started to walk back towards my bed.
    “Get back here.”
    “No.”
    “Yes.” He grabbed my hand and turned me back around towards him. “I have really missed you Angel.”
    “I kind of missed you.” I said, trying to be a smart ass. It usually worked-- for a few minutes.
    “I’m being serious. You never come hang out with us anymore. Just the other night when we ran, but you didn’t stay very long.” He reached down and took my face in his hands. His big hands practically fit around my whole face. He kissed me with one of those deep kisses that made me weak in the knees.
    “Mmmm…No.” I said trying to get away from him.
    “Angel. Please. You don’t know what you do to us men. I mean look at you.” He motioned with his hands and did that whole grin again.
    I looked down at myself, “Oh yea, look at me. Wearing an old black t-shirt that’s nicely worn out. Yes, that’s sexy.” I failed at making my sexy face. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, you don’t know what you do to us women.” I laughed mockingly. Looking him up and down, wearing cut off khaki pants and a black wife beater tank.
    He leaned forward and put his arms out lifting me onto him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck. I felt my heart start pounding, and if I’d had any pigment in me, my face would be flushed. We just stayed like this for a few moments, holding onto one another and breathing each other in. I put my face down into his neck which probably wasn’t a very good idea considering that I wanted to just sink my teeth into him. I refrained, pulling my face back up to look at him.
    He leaned again in towards me and started kissing me very, very deeply. His hands were wandering wherever he could get them. After a few minutes we stopped for a breather. We both laughed.
    I took my arms and lowered them around his waist, removing his black tank and throwing it across the room. He walked over to my bed and set me on it taking my old t-shirt off and throwing it across the room with his. He picked me up again.
    “I could’ve done that.” I stated, motioning to my shirt on the floor. He laughed.
    We were finally alone after all these months of my father around and the other five guys.
    He had me back in his arms, no clothes and lots of kissing. He threw me hard against the wall. He grinned at me. I didn’t even notice the