Angel Blackwood Read Online Free

Angel Blackwood
Book: Angel Blackwood Read Online Free
Author: Sophie Summers
Tags: twins and one woman, angst romance, witch and werewolf, witch and love, werewolf and human, werewolf alpha male, werewolf alpha mate, abuse abusive emotional, werewolf alpha male romance
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magic
that’s hidden within me, even though it doesn’t seem so pure when I’m squeezing the life out of another. But I’ll
stick to the term white magic because I don’t know what the hell to
call it.

    I heard Alex
talking to Johnny today about Talon and Tyler’s girlfriend’s. I wasn’t aware they were even
dating, but why would I when we haven’t spoken in weeks. I guess I
deserve the hurt I feel and the tears that fall when I hear about
how much Alex doesn’t like the new girls; despite the boys falling hard for them.
    This is what I wanted after all, wasn’t
it? I mean… I did push them away. I suppose I just didn’t realise
what it would feel like when I finally pushed them away for good.
I’m just glad I don’t have to see these girls as they don’t seem to
bring them to the pack house.
    I know I love
Talon and Tyler . Deep down,
despite the jealously within me, I want them to be happy. Since
I’ve only brought them trouble since I’ve arrived, I’m hoping their
girlfriend’s are everything they deserve. I don’t like to think
about it though. I don’t want to think about them with someone else
and I certainly don’t want to talk about it, it causes a pain in my
chest and makes me question every choice I’ve made when it comes to
Drake.

    My nerves have
gotten the best of me these last few days anticipating my birthday. I’m so afraid of
what will happen. Will I even shift? And if I do, will I survive
it?
    T he twins have started
to act a little strangely too, these last few days. They’ve been
hanging around the house, maybe they’re also worried I won’t
survive the shift so they’re trying to see me as much as they can;
just in case… Just in case I don’t make it.

    They don’t
speak to me and they’re always a safe distance
away , but I can feel their
eyes on me wherever I go. Strange as it may sound, it comforts me
that they still, in some weird way, care about me; even after I
blatantly shut them out. I miss them terribly but I can’t bring
myself to talk to them, getting close to them again just in case
Drake finds out. I need to keep my distance.
    I haven’t heard
a word from Georgina and I haven’t bothered to ask Frankie how she’s doing either.
    When
s he’s ready she will contact
me… well that’s what I’m hoping for.
    She and I have
a lot to discuss if we ever want to mend our broken relationship. I
will always l ove her and see
her as a mother; even if she isn’t my biological one. Before we can
repair broken bridges though, we need to figure out if that bridge
can carry the weight of baggage that lies between us, to see if we
can let it all go, if it’s even possibility.
    Can it ever become water under
the bridge?

Chapter 3
    The
Present Day
    I look ahead of
me, seeing the moons
reflection shining off the lake through the trees. I roll to my
side not caring about the dirt beneath me as I pull my shoes off. I
need to cool down and hopefully the lake will do just that. I
manage to get onto my two feet. I’m hunched over, leaning against
the rough bark on the tree, my hand resting on my chest over my
heart.
    I’ve never had
this reaction to the white
magic before, I don’t know what’s happening to me. My entire body
is on fire and I’m in so much pain. I’m a few feet away from a
clearing that leads to the lake, but I just can’t make myself move
any further. I fall to the ground again, lying on my side as the
sand sticks to my wet skin.
    Just a little further… I need
to get to the water…
    I dig my hands into the dirt and start
pulling myself closer and closer towards the glistening water. My
vision loses focus and all I can hear is the whistling of the wind
through the woods. I cover my ears to stop the white noise, pulling
my knees up to my stomach as I lay in a fetal position screaming
out for the incessant noise of the wind to stop.

    My back is the
first thing to bend into an
unnatural angle; the cracking sound echoing inside my
ears.
    I cry out
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