The Carver's Magic
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I place my plate in the sink and notice my mug from earlier isn’t there. I open the cabinet and see the blue mug is right where it’s suppose to be.
The doorbell rings and shakes me from looking curiously at the blue mug. I don’t know why it’s bothering me to look at it, but it is. The door bell rings again and the pixy hasn’t come out of her room. The door bell starts to ring a third time and I swing the door open with a growl.
The man at my front door looks at me, then looks down to the cigarette in his hand. He flicks the cigarette into the grass before looking towards me. His hair is dirty blond and buzzed short. He has a tattoo on his neck sticking out of his light-grey t-shirt and both his arms are full sleeves of ink.
I breathed in slowly, and for the first time in a long time I found my voice, “I know what you are.”
“Don’t you mean who I am?” He was standing taller, not backing down from my glare.
He couldn’t intimidate me even though he has the same wild look in his eyes as I have. His wolf must be just as close as mine is to the surface. He looks ready to throw down and I am all for it. “Nope, I meant, I know what you are,” and then I looked at the cigarette butt on the lawn, “and that won’t cover your bloodlines from me.”
The man narrowed his blue eyes at me and then pursed his lips as if he was debating what to say. Then he looked behind me as if looking for something, “I’m here for the girl.”
No.
My wolf and I aren’t letting the pixy anywhere near this guy. Not because we are protecting her. We aren’t. But this guy is bad news.
The guy’s phone chimed and he pulled it out of his jeans pocket. On the other side I could hear my brother, Dar.
Where are you?
“Standing in front of your brother.”
And?
The guy was hiding something. Not just what he was, but he was up to something. Not like I needed another reason to not like him.
“I don’t smell blood so I am pretty sure the fairy is alive.”
At my snort the man glanced at me with an evil smirk.
Hand the phone to my brother and get back as soon as you can, you’re leaving for Alaska tomorrow morning.
The man snarled, “I’m what?”
I got a tip from a buddy of mine, he thinks he found your brother.
The man stilled, “Did you tell my father?”
No, I don’t plan to tell him anything until… everything is sorted.”
The man took in a deep breath, “What aren’t you telling me?”
There was a long pause and then I heard my brother say, My buddy says he was seen with a Carver.
The man’s eyes began to turn. He looked away and dropped the phone heading back to the black SUV in the driveway.
I watched him drive away before I picked up the phone.
“Dar,” Was all I said because I didn’t trust myself to say anything else. What I had just heard had me reliving my worse nightmares and I felt for the person that was under the thumb of a Carver.
“This is your new phone. I will text you the number after we hang up. I need to be able to get a hold of you.”
I didn’t agree, but I didn’t say anything.
Dar didn’t say anything for several moments. I remained quiet because even though I hadn’t been around my brother for a long time, he still had a hard time with the hard topics. And whatever he was going to say, was going to probably piss me off. “Jeri wants to meet with you. I have held him off, giving you time to settle in, but he is getting very persistent.”
“I’m not pack. He’s not my alpha,” A dark rage was building inside me. I found out what that bastard did to my mother and I hated him for it. My claws were out and I could feel the changing start.
Theya’s door opened and shut loudly and I turned my half-changed wolf face at her. She was heading down the stairs, acting oblivious to me, holding a white plastic basket of clothes. She turned the corner, still ignoring me as she walked daintily to the laundry room.
I couldn’t help but notice she had changed. I could see her pink bra straps through the white tank top and I couldn’t see any underwear lines under a pair of very short shorts that made her legs look incredibly appetizing. I could almost imagine how soft her skin would be if I trailed my tongue over it.
I shook my head. No. Stop it.
“I’ll tell him you are still adjusting,” Dar’s voice shook me from a variety of colorful images.
“There is nothing to adjust, this is who I am and I am not pack, yours or his. I am practically rogue.”
Silence.
“If you were rogue, that fairy would be dead right now, but she’s not and you are not rogue.”
“I’m not pack.”
“You are pack, you’re my brother.”
“I can’t be controlled by you or anyone else.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I wasn’t trying to say anything Dar. I said you can’t control me.”
“You think I am trying to be your alpha?”
“You are acting like it.”
“No I’m not, you asshole. I’m acting like your brother.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t say anything.
“Keep the phone near you. I’ll call only when it’s important.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.” And then line went dead.
The pixy just exited the laundry room and I saw her walk with her head down towards the stairs. I watched her carefully, taking in every single curve. I think I saw her blush right before she bounded upstairs, giving me a very good memory of watching her pert ass swaying up the stairs.
The wolf in me growled and this time I knew it wasn’t to scare her away.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born and raised in California, where she currently lives with her loving husband and son, B.L. Brooklyn enjoys reading and writing paranormal romance.
The Carver’s Magic is her first published novel.
When she is not reading or writing, she enjoys baking anything from homemade Rice Crispy Treats to Baked Alaska.
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