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.

fistfuls of sand, I began scrubbing at my

side of the river as possible.

hadn’t even been officially rejected. Yet, the pain of what had happened hadn’t lessened at all. Even when I was mid-fight, the bear with the black hair and eyes was

me and what fight I was in for, but the bubbles from their movement obscured my vision.

of the water was only six feet. But I had been completely submerged to clean myself and my clothes with the sand as quickly as

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

hair washed away from my face as I tilted my head back

deep, familiar voice made me gasp, not out of shock but from the wave of

back of his neck, holding him closer. I blinked several times

He was here.

gasped, feeling him moving us closer to the shore

you trying to drown yourself!” He sounded furious, but with his arms

head, thoroughly confused and trying to hide

that was to see? I walked up, and you were under the water, struggling! I thought something had dragged you down!” I figured

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

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

lips curve up, he relaxed.

slime from my clothes.” I wanted to tell him 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 he was holding me and how close his face was to mine, I couldn’t find it in me

subject of being mates, before I had a chance to win him over would just be asking

mentioned it. He nodded

then wrapped them around his

the water, and leave

had no idea what to expect from this man, which was

I supposed to make him happy when I

My face moved closer to his, and I wanted so badly to steal a kiss but knew I couldn’t.

was confusing me with mixed signals, it didn’t give me the right to

“Damien.”

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

slid from my hips to hold me up by my butt. Damien didn’t look embarrassed as he gripped me firmly, pressing 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

large he was, and a shiver went down my spine in anticipation, even though I knew nothing more would happen.