“I'll look into it; I wish I knew a dark angel who didn’t like their queen.” I joke. Dark angels can see the past and have visions of it, unlike light angels who can only see the near future.

“I don’t know any. I bet my father does but I’m not telling him about Winter, he would expect me to turn her.” Wyatt says.

“I'll ask Atti.” I reply, with a slight grimace at his father being mentioned. The king of the vampires isn’t a good man and I want Winter as far away from him as possible.

“Got to go, I’m hungry.” He grins at me.

“Later vampire.” I laugh and walk towards Winters home. I whisper the protection ward, linking it to my powers and it will hold until I die. I will feel everyone that enters her home with bad intentions; it’s a power meant to protect our young and mates.

I watch from the shadows as Wyatt drives off before letting my bright white wings out, I fly home as a vision hits me.

Chapter Eight

"I can only say sorry in advance for Atti. The guy knows no boundaries and speaks whatever he thinks." Wyatt tells me, a small affectionate smile on his face as he talks. We are driving towards our restaurant that we like to eat at. Atti, which I've learnt is short for Atticus, is meeting us there so I can meet him.

"No problem, Alex can be the same and she is my best friend," I tell him and he laughs.

"She has nothing on Atti, trust me," he mutters.

"Alright, I will believe you,” I say.

“When we were kids, about eight, Atti decided that he thought it was funny to hide my things in random places. I’m not a control freak but I don’t and didn’t like things in my room being moved. Anyway, he started off with little things, books, clothes, and then moved onto bigger stuff. The worse one I can remember is when we were fourteen. I liked this girl and invited her back to my room. I was hoping to get my first kiss, it didn’t work out like that.” He grins at me.

“Atti had hidden my shaving cream bottle under my pillow on my bed, so when I sat on my bed and laid back, the can exploded all over my back and into my hair.” He chuckles.

“I bet you weren’t happy with him.” I giggle.

“No, the prettiest girl in class told all her friends. Let just say I was uncool for a month or so. I never did get that kiss until I was fifteen. It helped that I had a massive growth spurt at fifteen.”

He just chuckles at me for a reply. I laugh as I think whoever that girl was that got his first kiss was lucky.