“Why the fuck didn’t you warn me? Keep her the fuck away from me? I came close to killing her.” I shout at him and just smiles back at me. My wolf growls in my mind that he is challenging me and that I should bite him. I don’t listen to him; thankfully, despite the fact that my wolf isn’t trying to kill him is annoying me. My wolf loves him like a brother and despite everything, I still think of him as one.

“This was always going to happen. Don’t pretend you didn’t feel it. I haven’t met her but I’m watching.” He tells me.

“Yeah, but you can’t get involved right?” I smirk at him when he tenses.

“I would have stopped her death, if I could. No matter what I did, the ending didn’t change.” He says calmly and I lose it. I grab him by the neck and throw him across the bar. The bottles smash into pieces as people scream, scrambling to get out. I jump over the bar and walk over to him, as he gets up. His cuts on his face healing straight away.

“Don’t fucking pretend you couldn’t have saved my sister. I don’t want anything to do with the prophecy and no human girl is going to change my mind.” I warn him. I try to ignore my wolf inter whine at the thought of Winter. I’ve been with girls, countless one night stands but Winter calls to my wolf more than anyone else ever has. I’ve tried to listen to the witches and mate with Esta but my wolf is just as turned off by her as I am. Winter has the perfect fucking body, a body that I could spend hours with but her sassy mouth was what turned me on the most. She didn’t seem to give two fucks about how I spoke to her, my general dislike for her. I can’t even walk away from her now, I feel her in my blood and my wolf thinks she is pack.

“I would have saved her, Wyatt would have too.” He says holding up his hands, the runes of angel language appearing on his skin. They are for protection, among different things and the more an angel has, the more powerful they are. When Dabriel is showing his, entire not an inch of his body doesn’t have them. Not that I’ve checked but the fucker likes to brag.

“Like fuck, you would have, we were friends all our lives and you were my pack. I don’t want anything to with this or her.” I slam my hand on the bar, trying to control my anger but it’s not working.

“Isn’t it too late? She is yours to protect now and I know she will need it soon.” Dabriel tells me, taking a step closer.