Chapter 59 - The beast

Loud siren rose above the small crowd gathered in front of the supermarket. I stood by the entrance as the two artificial talked to Demos still in his beast form. Murmurs went around the bystanders. Mostly about the injured kids, and they were not friendly.

"That thing attacked them," said an old lady. The man next to her nodded with his arm crossed over his chest.

"I heard that the kids were only joking around. Did you see the wound on his leg? Poor thing, to end up hospital over some joke. Those fakes should learn some humor," I turned away from the gossiping group and found Thomas waving at me. He ran in my direction with Grant following close behind.

"Here," he handed me a bottle of water. "You sure, you don't want anything for the bruises?"

"No, I'm good," I unscrewed the cap and took a sip. Why were we still here? Grant gave me a weak smile.

"It will be over soon," I averted my eyes. I just wanted to get away, now. Demos turned towards us. Damn, I will never get used to his appearance. Tall, with midnight fur that glistened as he walked. His piercing blue eyes sent shivers down my spine...not in a good way. He was surrounded by a killer aura. The crowd quickly moved away as he approached each step fluid and effortless for such a large body.

-We can go now.

That was not a suggestion but an order. My body moved before I could protest. Grant carried my leather bag that he retrieved from the field after the fight and Demos' clothes which he picked off the ground.

"You're going home like that?" I whispered a little conscious of all the eyes following us as we made our way to the station. Thomas walked a further behind us. He kept his distance from Demos and that was understandable. I also kept my distance. Thomas came running at the same time the patrol agents arrived. After Demos spoke to them, through the artificial link. A medic craft took the two wounded kids to the nearest hospital. The third one was found hiding under a bridge not far from the station. It all happened really quickly. I think the shock of seeing Demos change from his usual appearance to this thing altered my perception.

-What's wrong with me?

He snorted, his nose sniffed the air turning in my direction. His eyes seemed to glow against the black fur. He was beautiful in a scary way. Very scary way. I get shivered each time our eyes met.

-What you feel is the Alpha pull. You are compell to obey and you're my mate.

I averted my eyes, sticking close to Grant. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about. This was definitely not my Demos. This was a scary wolf. I wanted to stay the hell away from this thing.

"Liliane," called Thomas to get my attention. "Mm, not to bother. But could you tell me what is going on?" Grant gave him a tight smile. That's true we didn't fill him in with the details. Since he couldn't hear our little conversations I bet it left him confused.

"It's just a little misunderstand," said Grant in a polite tone. "Kids, you know, like to play pranks," Thomas nodded. I didn't like how he brushed the whole situation like it was nothing. Still, I kept quiet since I didn't want to blow it out of proportion. Even though, it was pretty serious.

"So, what's with your pet?" I cringed at the mention of the word. Demos stopped in his track. I quickly stepped in front of Thomas blocking him. Thomas was stupid, still, he was my brother.

"It's a long story. He is not a pet. Please, don't ever use that word or you'll end up in a hospital, like those kids," he rose his eyebrows at me then laughed while scratching his head.

"Sorry. I didn't know artificial could like beat up people," he gave me a nervous look.

"Demos is a Patrol agent from a special unit. He has clearance to act against violent civilians," added Grant. Demos retrieved pace and soon we reached the station. The crowd followed us from afar as we waited for the Transfer. The officer on the platform kept giving us side glances. It was super awkward. Thomas waved us goodbye when his antique phone rang. We were lucky the place was completely empty apart from that one officer. Like our presence made all the passengers flee.

The Transfer eased to a stop in front of us. No one dared to cross our path as we got on. Since Demos was a patrol agent, he didn't have to buy a ticket and could use the public transport for free. We choose seats facing each other. Demos lay across two seats while Grant and I stared at him from the other one. He looked like he owned the place.

-Deal with it.

"I don't like you in that form," he slowly turned his lazy gaze towards me. Damn it, the arrogant jerk. The Transfer's door closed and the voice on the speaker announced that we were leaving Saint Pierre. I let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm happy it's over," said Grant, he pulled closer to me. I wrapped my arms around him and it felt good. Demos sprung to his feet and hopped off the seats in seconds.

-Me too!

I glared at the tall furry beast. No way I'm getting near that thing. He rubbed his nose on my knees, I instinctively pulled away. Furious blue eyes shot at me.

"What? Go back to your throne, your majesty. I told you I don't like that wolf thing," I snapped.

-I'm still me. I didn't know you were that kind of girl.

"What kind of girl?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He emitted a low growled lips peeling off sharp teeth.

"The kind who are only into looks."

I lowered my eyes guilty gripping me. What did he have to hit where it hurt the most? When I looked back up he was lazying back on his throne, like nothing happening. Grant patted my back then smiled at me.

"You'll get used to it," he said in his sweet loving voice. The thing was, I didn't want to get used to it. I wanted my tall dark knight with an awkward silence back. Grant chuckled beside me as he rolled his eyes.

"What? He is scary. I'm not into this," I made a vague movement towards the other seat. "As if the threesome wasn't wrong enough, now we have to add bestiality to spice the sauce. What was Sognare thinking? That I'm some sort of closet perv?" I added in a sarcastic voice. A lower menacing sound came from the facing seat.

"Oh! Screw you. I'm so tired, this whole thing was a mistake from the beginning," I exhaled. Our neighbors, two old ladies gave us weird looks then got up to sit on another seat two rows further. I looked around and noticed no one was near us. I sunk back in my seat adjusting my glasses. There was a crack on the corner where the screws held the glasses in place.

"I'm sorry," said Grant. He lowered his eyes.

"It's not your fault."

"I insisted you go," he shook his head making his brown curls fall on his forehead.