The Blessed And The Beast

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.

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

wanted to be as far away from my mate’s side of the river as possible. Today had been a nice

all. Even when I was mid-fight, the

fight I was in for, but the bubbles from their movement obscured my vision. Just as I

hadn’t been deep. The deepest part of the water was only six feet. But I had been completely submerged to clean myself and my

along my skin, and I melted into the touch even though

from my face as I tilted

The deep, familiar voice made me gasp, not out of shock but from the wave of desire it sent rushing through me as our bodies pressed together beneath the

of his neck, holding him closer. I blinked several times as the water ran down my

He was here.

you here?” I gasped, feeling him moving us closer to the shore until the water only

drown yourself!” He sounded furious, but with his arms wrapped around my back, I could feel his fingers digging deeper into

head, thoroughly confused and trying to hide my

struggling! I thought something had dragged you down!” I figured his yelling would have alerted the men from camp, but the world

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 him a reasonable price in town. He also didn’t need to jump into the water

I couldn’t help but lick them, even though they were already

His question made me smile, and as he watched my lips curve up, he

hadn’t hurt me that 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

of being mates, before I had a chance to win him over would

he would just shut down on me again once I mentioned it. He nodded slowly, forcing

and then wrapped them around his waist. His eyelids lowered,

off him, pull us out of the water, and leave me here to return to his den. But

expect

was I supposed to make him happy when

wanted so badly to steal a kiss but knew I couldn’t. He had made it clear that

mixed signals, it didn’t give me the right to kiss him

“Damien.”

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

Damien. It suited him.

matched the man, and as I repeated it in a soft and unintentional sigh of happiness, he shivered.

pressing my hips into his. Instead, he let out a low growl when I adjusted my legs and locked my ankles behind

went down my spine in anticipation, even though I knew nothing more would happen. I couldn’t let it, not when he didn’t