The Beast And The Blessed

Six: Charlie

Charlie's P.O.V.

It was like I was doomed to make the same mistakes repeatedly.

Twice. Twice in two weeks, I had returned to camp covered in another creature's bodily fluids. Only this time, it wasn't because of my carelessness.

I had gone savage.

All of my pent-up anger and emotions were set free, and I unleashed a fury on the Oread that I hadn't known I had in me. My parents, brother, and every tutor I ever had would have been appalled by my behavior today.

It thoroughly impressed the men, and they sat back and watched as I dropped my sword and took the woodland nymph on in hand-to-hand combat.

I knew my team wouldn't let anything happen to me. They would have jumped in if I were about to get seriously injured. But they didn't have to.

Typically, I made executions quick.

But one thing Roman insisted on was training to be better when unarmed. I could take almost anything down with a blade, whether a sword or a dagger. But going into one of those fights without a weapon was a suicide mission.

The Oread was unstable and weak enough that I knew she would be an excellent creature to start with, and she was. Her disease-ridden body and manic state made her attacks sloppy and easy to predict.

I had maintained the upper hand during our scuffle until she collapsed and fell onto me.

Woodland Nymphs were known for being one with the woods. Their skin had spots of growth with moss, mushrooms, and flowers. If one were to touch it, the growth tended to leave a thick green residue behind, staining anything it came into contact with.

Similar to a tree, and probably the one she was bound to, she was diseased. Her body had been rotting, stinking to the high heavens.

When she collapsed into me, her rotten moss-covered body pressed against my front with a squishing sound that would be burned into my memory forever. But the smell, oh Goddess, the smell was horrendous.

There was no way I could go to sleep without rinsing off first. Even having my dirty clothes near the camp would keep everyone awake from the putrid smell.

I knew the river was safe during the day, but I had never had a reason to inspect it at night. Several creatures only came out when the sun had gone down, and the water couldn't be seen through. But it was a risk I had to take.

The night vision my wolf granted me allowed me to see several feet into the running water, and after determining the coast was clear, I waded in. It was the first time that the cool water had been unwelcome. It felt unreasonably cold without the sun, and I knew getting out to sleep with wet hair would be horrendous.

Still, I walked forward until I was able to submerge myself completely. Grabbing fistfuls of sand, I began scrubbing at my clothes. The faster I could get this over with, the better.

away from my mate's side of the river as possible. Today had been a nice

rejected. Yet, the pain of what had happened hadn't lessened at all. Even when I was mid-fight, the bear with the black hair

made my eyes open. I squinted as I tried to see what creature had joined me and what fight I was in for, but the bubbles from

deepest part of the water was only six feet. But I had been completely submerged

I melted into the touch even

hair washed away from my face as I tilted my head back

out of shock but from the wave of desire

him closer. I blinked several

He was here.

here?" I gasped, feeling him moving us closer to the

dagger. I wasn't expecting to find you trying to drown yourself!" He sounded furious, but with his arms wrapped around my back, I could feel his

shook my head, thoroughly confused and trying

up, and you were under the water, struggling! I thought something had dragged you down!" I figured his yelling

My voice came out in a whisper as understanding dawned on me. Whether he understood it or not, he felt the mate bond too. It was why he came back to the river at all. He could have turned around and walked away when he saw me here, whether I was underwater or not. He could have either kept or gotten rid of my dagger. It would have fetched

looking concerned and confused. When they landed on my lips, I couldn't help but lick them, even though

he watched my lips curve

bad when he said he didn't want me. Not bad enough to make me suicidal. I would never let a man bring me to that point. But with how tight he was holding me and how

before I had a chance to win him over would just be asking for him to reject

once I mentioned it. He nodded slowly, forcing

them around his waist. His

push me off him, pull us out of the water, and leave me here

to expect from this

make him happy when I didn't know what he

My face moved closer to his, and I wanted so badly to steal a kiss but knew I couldn't. He had made it

just because he was confusing me with mixed signals, it didn't give me

"Damien."

eyes closed, and I felt the tip of my nose brushing against his from our proximity, but neither of

Damien. It suited him.

man, and as I repeated it in a soft and unintentional sigh of happiness, he

hold me up by my butt. Damien didn't look embarrassed as he gripped me firmly, pressing my hips into his. Instead, he let out a low growl when I adjusted my legs and locked my ankles behind him, unintentionally rubbing my

even though I knew nothing more would

later when he rejected me. Having sex