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.

I was able to submerge myself completely. Grabbing fistfuls of sand, I began scrubbing at my clothes. The faster I could

as far away from my mate’s side of the river as possible. Today

Yet, the pain of what had happened hadn’t lessened at all. Even when I was mid-fight, the bear

I was in for, but the

The deepest part of the water was only six feet. But I had been completely submerged to clean myself

my skin, and I melted into the touch

from my face as I tilted my head

the hell are you doing?” The deep, familiar voice made me gasp, not out of shock but

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

He was here.

you here?” I gasped, feeling him moving us closer to the

dagger. I wasn’t expecting to find you trying to drown yourself!” He sounded furious, but with his arms wrapped around my back, I could feel his fingers digging deeper into

confused and trying to hide

see? I walked up, and you were under the water, struggling! I thought something had dragged you down!” I figured his yelling would have alerted the men from camp, but the

too. It 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 to fight an unknown, nonexistent

scanned over my face, looking concerned and confused. When they landed on my lips, I couldn’t help but lick them, even though they were already

he watched my lips curve up, he relaxed. But he didn’t let go, and I didn’t want him

want me. Not bad enough to make me suicidal. I would never let a man bring me to that point. But with how tight he was holding me and how close his face was

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

once I mentioned it. He nodded

the river pushed my legs further against his, one slipping between his. I pulled them back and then wrapped them around his waist. His eyelids lowered, and he made a low noise in the back of his throat, making my

me off him, pull us out of the water, and leave me here to return to

had no idea what to expect from this man, which

make him happy

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

me the

“Damien.”

and I felt the tip of my nose brushing

Damien. It suited him.

matched the man, and as I repeated it in a soft and unintentional sigh of

my hips into his. Instead, he let out a low growl when I adjusted my legs and locked my ankles behind him, unintentionally rubbing my core against

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