"I'm a psycho at the bottom of the pack, and you're a warrior built to kill. Isn't it a weird mix?"
He shrugs, a wicked grin plastered to his face.
"I think it's the perfect mix."
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*Completed *
Klepto is a werewolf, an...
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Klepto POV
My feet are freezing even though they are wearing socks and shoes. The wood under my heels soaks up the warmth out of each of my toes, the fingers of chill creeping up to grasp my ankles.
I gulp down the tough knob in my throat. I am beyond nervous, but this is something I have to do. And I'm going to do it... maybe.
"Are we going to do this?" It's Ezra. He stands behind me, watching me carefully. He taps his shoe against the hardwood floor as I stand there on the top stair. He can feel my anxiety.
"There's no we." I say, and my mate's eyes grow wide, his jaw clenching. The fury buzzing off of him is enough to draw a strained laugh past my lips. "At least not right now. I need to do this by myself."
He looks apprehensive now. Ezra's whole form seems to crowd me, trying to shield me like an umbrella. He's my favorite umbrella.
"You're sure?" He asks, and I nod reverently. I try not to dwell on speaking to the witch. Not to mention the fact that where she's imprisoned holds bad memories for me.
My lycan watches me smoothly, trying to hide his unease and failing miserably. I can read him like a freaking book.
I reach up and hug him. Since he's 10 inches taller than me, and on the step above me, my cheek is pressed against his abs and I shiver. Let's just say it's not from the chilly basement.
"It'll be fine. I'll be fine." I say without pulling away. The fabric of his shirt smells nice. His arms around my shoulders gives me a wonderful sensation that I savor.
The warmth of our bond curls up in my chest like a well fed cat.
"I hope so, or I'll have some ass to kick." He chuckles, but he's completely serious. I hate it that I love that so much.
When I told him I wanted to do this, he went ballistic saying he would kill the woman that raised me before he let me near her destruction anymore. It took some major convincing to get this to happen.
Now here I am, ready to face the devil herself without anyone beside me.
I can do this. I have to do this.
We have everything packed. We're leaving tomorrow. It's quite literally now or never as I doubt we will ever be back here to pay a little visit. Something inside me holds guilt over that, but I quickly bury it down.
I don't need to come back here. I'm starting my life fresh, making a clean slate.
I wander down the stairs slowly. They creak underneath my weight and I hope she hears it and knows exactly who she is coming down to say hello.
My brain goes haywire when I spot her crumpled up on the floor of the cell. The same cell I became accustomed to during my jail time.
Her normally straight blonde hair is a mess of tangles around her pretty face. There are no silver manacles encasing her writs anymore, because as soon as Alpha Green was gone, Veiler changed some things.
