Fury Frayed (Of Fates and Furies Book 1)

by Melissa Haag

  I’m on my way!

  Less than fifteen minutes later, I heard a car pull up outside and went to the front door.

  Eliana parked the car Oanen had driven last night to drop me off. She saw me, waved, and got out. Instead of heading my way once she rounded the car, she went to open the passenger door, and I watched her grab several bags from the front seat. She turned to me with a wide smile.

  “What is all that?” I asked, returning her grin.

  “Snacks. I didn’t want to come empty-handed.”

  I stepped aside to let her in. She kicked her shoes off by the door then followed me to the kitchen where she began emptying the snack bags onto the table.

  “Where’d you find all this stuff? I was at the grocery store and didn’t see this much variety.”

  “I asked someone to bring it in. That’s the only way to get anything good here. I heard you have cable. There’s a new movie I’ve been dying to see. Should we watch it?”

  In short order, we popped some extra buttery popcorn and got comfy on the couches. Fenris’ explanation of what Eliana was had me looking at her in a new light. Not judging, just more curious. Thanks to his little talk, though, I knew not to ask about it.

  We watched the first movie in companionable silence until the credits began to roll.

  “So what do you do out here all by yourself?” she asked.

  “Not much. It’s kind of boring. If not for you and Fenris, I might have died of boredom already.”

  “You can tell me to shut up if you don’t want to talk about this…but you and Fenris. Are you really interested?”

  I smiled and nibbled on my popcorn for a second.

  “Fenris is nice. I like his smile and his easy-going personality. If I were in the market for a boyfriend, he could be an option, minus Aubrey.”

  She laughed and nodded. “Minus Aubrey is a given. But, you’re not in the market? Why? Do you have a human boyfriend?” Excitement lit her eyes, and she leaned forward, eager for details.

  “No. I had one once. Almost two years ago. I learned my lesson after that failed attempt at a relationship. It’s fine to look at the opposite sex, but that’s it.”

  “Why? What happened?”

  “It ended abruptly when I punched him in the face for no apparent reason.”

  “Like Oanen?”

  I made a face. “No. I thought I was dreaming when I did that. When I hit the other guy, I was pissed. Beyond pissed. I felt so horrible afterward. Then, the next day, I found out he’d cheated on me the night before anyway. I didn’t feel so bad after that.”

  “That’s actually really good,” she said encouragingly.

  “How so?”

  “You lost your temper when you were wronged, even if you didn’t know you were wronged at the time. It might be a trait, like how a banshee cries to announce a death.”

  “I thought we weren’t supposed to talk about what we are.”

  Her face fell a little. “It’s not polite to talk like this to people you don’t know well. But, with friends, it’s different. I’m sorry if I overstepped.”

  I reached over and clasped her hand. A subtle calm crawled its way under my skin, spreading out soothingly.

  “We are friends,” I said. “And, since we are, can I ask why I sometimes feel calmer when touching you?”

  She tugged her hand from mine and blushed hard.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, it’s okay. I like it. I’m just wondering what it is. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.”

  “Well, I’m supposed to feed on sexual energy. But the idea of what I need to do to feed that way freaks me out. I end up getting so hungry that I’ll feed on just about any emotion.”

  “Is it bad for you to feed on other emotions?”

  “No, not really. It just doesn’t give me what I need. It’s like a human going on one of those weird diets where they only eat one low-calorie food. All lettuce or all watermelon or something like that.”

  “Are you telling me you’re the succubus version of an anorexic?”

  “Yeah, I guess. Adira is trying to help me overcome my hang-ups.” She shrugged. “It’s not easy.”

  “Well, any time you need an anger snack, you let me know. I’m more than willing and have plenty to go around.”

  Eight

  I rolled over with a groan and tucked my head under the pillow to hide from the sunlight. At the second beep from somewhere in the direction of the nightstand, I re-emerged in search of my phone.

  It took four blinks to focus on the text from Eliana thanking me for last night. I shook my head and put the phone back on the nightstand without responding.

  Hanging out with someone who didn’t piss me off by just existing had been nice. That she hadn’t left until after two hadn’t bothered me until now. Whatever type of creature I was, I liked my sleep. However, the sun and my brain had other ideas. Within fifteen minutes, I gave in and got out of bed.

  Another long day stretched before me. Out of the blue, I wondered what my mom was doing. It felt weird thinking about her, now. Even though she’d only been gone a week, so much had changed in my head since she’d left. I didn’t miss her like I probably should have. It was hard to miss someone who had lied to me and didn’t want to be around me anymore. Mom was so unlike Eliana.

  Thinking of Eliana, I picked up my phone and sent her a quick text back.

  It was nice having the company.

  Her reply came almost right away again.

  Do you want a ride to the Academy tomorrow for check-in?

  That’d be great.

  I’ll see you at seven, then.

  Sighing, I grabbed some clean clothes and went downstairs to shower before breakfast. Not that I needed to bother. No one came knocking on my door, and I spent the day focusing on assessments again.

  By the time I finished, I was looking forward to going to the Academy in the morning. Anything was better than sitting at home, studying alone.

  Heading upstairs for the night, I changed into my pajamas and turned off the lights. The brightness of the waxing moon lit my room as I made my way to the bed and curled under my blankets. I really needed to get curtains. Shutting my eyes on that thought and how I’d get to town to buy said curtains, it didn’t take me long to fall asleep.

  * * * *

  Anger woke me. I opened my eyes, my gaze sweeping the room. The moon’s light had moved from my bed to my floor, letting me know I’d been asleep for a while.

  My temper was a pain in my ass during the day, but this was the first time it ever bothered me while I slept. I exhaled slowly, trying to relax, and closed my eyes again.

  A noise reached my ears. The soft brush of footsteps. I held my breath, trying to hear more. The sound came again. Downstairs. In the kitchen. Someone was in my house.

  “Hell no,” I said, flipping back the covers.

  I flew down the stairs, the thump of my steps loud in my rush. Not loud enough to block out the sound of my quarry escaping out the kitchen door, though. I almost swore as I rounded the corner and mashed my hand on the light switch. The sudden burst of light illuminated the room just in time to catch the screen slamming shut. I raced out onto the porch but saw nothing. Whoever had been in my house had neatly fled.

  Going back inside and flicking on lights, I went from room to room, checking everything. Nothing looked out of place. Who had been in my house and why?

  I studied the kitchen again. A tuft of white hair on the latch of the screen door caught my eye. I plucked off the fur and held it between my fingers, my anger flaring. Since arriving at Uttira, I’d only seen one pale canine.

  “Bitch,” I breathed.

  Aubrey was a dead dog walking.

  * * * *

  While I listened for the sound of Eliana’s car, I paced the entry and continued to plan what I would do or say to Aubrey when I found her. Currently, I was leaning toward the doing rather than the saying. But, I would need to be smarter about exact
ing my revenge within Girderon’s halls. I couldn’t just attack the moment I saw her.

  Controlling my temper wasn’t my strong suit, though. Not even for the few seconds it would take to look around for giants who might take offense at me punching Aubrey in the face. Chances were I’d end up face-flicked before the day ended.

  The sound I’d been waiting for cut my plotting short. If you could call seven hours of plotting short. I hurried to the kitchen to grab my jacket and my bag before returning to the entry. I yanked the door open just as Eliana got out of her car.

  “Let’s go,” I said, rushing toward her.

  “You don’t need to bring a school bag,” she said. “I promise. There’s never any notes to take and everything’s online homework-wise. It’s an either-you-know-it-or-you-don’t kind of system.”

  I opened the front passenger door and got in. A large shadow moved across the hood, and I leaned forward to look out of the windshield at the sky. A griffin circled high above.

  Eliana got in and noticed what held my attention.

  “Yeah, sorry. He’s following,” she said with a shrug.

  “Whatever. Let’s just go.”

  She started the engine and gave me a hurt look as she pulled away from the house.

  “Are you mad at me?”

  I took a calming breath.

  “Nope. Aubrey broke into my house last night, and I need to get to school so I can punch her face in.”

  “What? Are you serious?”

  “Yeah. I did it once already. I just need to make sure there’s no giants around to stop me this time.”

  “Not that. About her breaking in. Did you see her?”

  I snorted. “I found white dog hair on the door after I came running downstairs, and the chicken fled.”

  Reading doubt in Eliana’s lack of response, I launched into a defensive explanation of what I considered a logical and foregone conclusion.

  “Think about it, Eliana. Aubrey’s the only one who’s had an attitude toward me since the moment she saw me. I mean, who else would sneak into my house in the middle of the night and snoop around my kitchen?”

  The shadow passed over the car hood again.

  “Megan, maybe we should talk about this later,” she said hesitantly.

  “Why? There’s nothing to talk about. I missed seeing who was in my house by half a second because I wasn’t sure what had woken me up, and it made me a little slow getting downstairs. But when we get to school and I confront her, you’ll see.”

  A scream, very much like an eagle’s, cut through the sound of the engine before the griffin sped off in the direction of the school.

  “What’s his deal? Does he follow you everywhere?”

  Eliana made a face.

  “Pretty much. Um, you should probably know his hearing is crazy sharp.”

  “What? You mean he was listening to us?”

  “Yeah. And, I don’t think he liked what he heard.”

  “Big deal,” I said. I wasn’t letting Oanen stop me this time.

  “What do you do when you don’t like something?”

  “Punch it in the face.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Wait, are you saying he’s going to punch me in the face?”

  “Of course not. I’m saying he’s going to react like he typically does.”

  I frowned and thought of the time Oanen did more than just impassively watch me.

  “He’s going to throw me on my bed?” I guessed.

  “What?” Eliana squealed, half in shock and half giggling.

  “I don’t know. How does he normally react?”

  “When did he throw you on a bed?” she demanded, grinning like a crazy lady.

  “When I first met him. I thought I was dreaming and punched him.”

  “In the face?” she asked in disbelief.

  “As you just pointed out, it’s my typical reaction.”

  She shook her head and slowed down, having reached town.

  Even though she wasn’t scolding me or wearing a judgmental expression, I felt the need to defend what had occurred.

  “He was fine. Maybe a little annoyed with me. He picked me up, carried me inside, tossed me on my bed, and told me to stay where I belonged.”

  “And you did?”

  “Again, I thought it was a dream. I went to sleep and figured out it wasn’t a dream the next day when I saw him again by the magical barrier that sent me flying.”

  “Ouch,” she said sympathetically.

  “Yeah, it wasn’t fun. Now, about his reaction?” I asked as she turned into the Academy drive. The gates opened as soon as she approached.

  “Lectures. Long, boring lectures about safety, responsibility, you name it. He likes to lecture.”

  “And I like to ignore, so it’ll be fine,” I said with a grin.

  Eliana turned to the right, pulling around to the side of the Academy. Not many students had arrived yet, so it was easy to spot Oanen in the mostly vacant parking lot. With his arms crossed and a scowl on his face, he stood waiting for us in Eliana’s chosen parking spot.

  “Told you,” she whispered.

  He stepped back as she pulled forward and turned off the car. Through the windshield, his gaze remained locked with mine. Did he honestly think he had any right to lecture me on anything? He unfolded his arms, the material of his shirt pulling tight across his chiseled chest for just a moment, and moved toward my side of the car.

  As soon as I opened my door, he was there, crowding me.

  “You heard someone in your house, and you went running downstairs? Where’s your common sense?”

  I shouldered my bag, mildly annoyed.

  “Hold on. I never claimed to have any common sense. I have anger issues. The two usually don’t work well together. And what difference does it make to you?” Gravel crunched behind us as another car arrived. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

  His gaze flicked behind me a second before he clasped my arms.

  “Keep your hands to yourself,” he said with a low warning.

  “I was about to say the same thing.” I threw off his hold moments before my anger reared its head. Not at Oanen, though. I turned and faced Fenris and his group of girls.

  “Why’d you break into my house last night?” I demanded.

  Fenris scowled. Jenna and the other girls’ gazes darted to Aubrey.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Aubrey said. She reached for Fenris’ arm and snuggled close to his side.

  “How did you know I was talking to you, Aubrey? I was looking at Fenris.”

  The girl’s face flushed scarlet, and her lips curled back to show her teeth.

  “Stay away from him. He’s mine,” she snarled.

  A hand slipped over my clenched fist, calling attention to the fact that two strong arms gripped me, and I was struggling to get to Aubrey. Eliana’s small hand on mine did wonders to ease some of my anger. Enough to hear what Oanen said next, anyway.

  “You need to take care of this.”

  Fenris sighed and pulled off his shirt. The view wasn’t as nice as when Oanen removed his, but it still elicited a yearning whine from Jenna as she looked at Fenris. With a snarl, Aubrey turned on the girl and lashed out. Her claws left red welts on Jenna’s cheek. Despite Eliana’s hold, my temper surged again.

  Fenris unzipped his pants, turned before showing anything interesting, and collapsed into a wolf. He sprinted away with a howl, leaving behind a pile of clothes and his girls.

  Aubrey turned on the other girls, snarling as she slipped from her sundress and stood naked in the parking lot without an ounce of inhibition. I wasn’t a prude, but I wasn’t an exhibitionist either.

  Collapsing into wolf form, Aubrey howled and ran after Fenris. A moment later, the other girls stripped where they stood and chased after the pair.

  Oanen’s hands released me.

  “What the hell was that?” I asked, my anger fading to confusion.

  “Desperation. Aub
rey knows Fenris’ mate run will happen soon and is doing everything she can to keep her scent foremost in his nose.”

  “Eliana, you know better,” Oanen reprimanded her softly.

  “If they don’t want people to talk about it, they shouldn’t make it so public.”

  “A mate run? What’s that?” I asked Eliana.

  “When his kind reaches a certain age, the urge to run out and mate hits hard. Overwhelmingly hard, I’ve heard. And, it’s nothing like when the human boys get horny. Fenris can’t just go out and have a good time. Fenris’ kind mate for life. Whoever he picks in his moment of weakness is who he’s stuck with forever.”

  “Ugh.” The idea of him stuck with Aubrey for the rest of his life sent a surge of pity through me.

  “Yeah,” Eliana said in an equally sympathetic tone.

  “Are you two done?” Oanen asked.

  “Almost.” I walked over to Aubrey’s sundress and thoroughly stomped it into the dirt. Adjusting the weight of my bag on my shoulder, I turned back to the pair waiting for me.

  “Now I’m ready to go inside.”

  “Seriously, you don’t need your bag,” Eliana said, not commenting on the dress.

  “I might.” I took a step toward the school.

  “What’s in it?” Oanen asked.

  “A change of clothes in case I get bloody.”

  He plucked my bag from my shoulder and tossed it back into the car.

  “No fighting today.” He stood, arms crossed and biceps bulging, before the door so I couldn’t pull the bag back out.

  “Who do you think you are? You can’t tell me when not to fight. I fight all the time. Why do you think I’m here?” I said, exasperated.

  “The clothes stay in the car,” he said.

  I narrowed my eyes at him.

  “Fine, but if I end up needing them and don’t have them, you’re going to be on the receiving end of my temper next.”

  A howl cut through the air followed by four more.

  “Come on. Let’s get inside before they come back,” Eliana said with a tug on my hand.

  I gave Oanen one last glare and followed her inside. A few students already walked the hall, and I heard singing coming from the pool.

  Adira waited for us in the main entry.

  “Good morning, Megan. I was hoping I could talk to you before your first session.”