Chapter 0454
Julian and Nicholas continued to barrage each other with different attacks. Fur flew. Teeth chomped. Claws slashed, drawing blood.
At each overly–vicious blow, delivered by each of the two brothers, I flinched forward, wanting to stop the fighting. But Mark’s extended arm kept me from impulsively rushing forward, and in those few moments of hesitation, I remembered Mark’s warning.
Stepping between two fighting werewolves, Alphas no less, was a dangerous proposition. The two princes could quickly heal from each other’s inflicted wounds, but I wouldn’t be so lucky.
And, as I watch more closely, I noticed that even the bloody wounds given were not given purposefully deep. It was though, even as they lashed out at each other in rage, they held themselves back as well, never giving wounds too serious to not immediately heal.
Beside me, Bridget was calmly sipping her tea. Maybe she had noticed that already, and that was why she was so calm. If she knew them both as children and young adults, and if she had borne witness to these fights in the past, she would know from experience that, even angry, the two brothers wouldn’t seriously harm each other.
Again, I felt jealousy rise within me. I wished that I had known them when they were young. wished I could be as ingrained in their memories as Bridget was.
Eventually, Julian and Nicholas backed away from each other. They were huffing deep breaths from their efforts.
Nicholas shifted back to his human form first. His face and clothes were covered in dirt and grass–stains and dried blood, but there were no outward bruises or cuts. His face did, however, remain contorted in anger. He was still absolutely furious.
He didn’t say a word, just glared at Julian. Then, he turned from all of us and stormed back toward the palace.
Every muscle in my body itched to follow him and set all misunderstandings straight, but I forcibly held myself back. I doubted I would be welcome.
Bridget looked at me. “Think about what I said, Piper. You really should be more responsible.” Then she followed Nicholas, walking as casually as she had when she arrived.
Mark sighed. He nodded at me, then hurried after his master, giving Bridget a wide berth as he passed her.
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Now alone with Julian, I looked over at him. He was still in wolf form until he sat down in the grass. Then, abruptly he shifted into human form. Like Nicholas, he was covered in dirt and grim, dried blood and some grass, but no bruises or cuts.
He laughed as he rubbed some of the dirt away from his cheek, where early Nicholas had struck him hard. “I forgot how jarring Nicholas’s right hook is.” He laughed. “I guess I deserved it.‘
Relieved they were both unharmed after such a vicious–looking fight, I flopped down onto my backside on the grass beside him.
“You didn’t deserve it,” I said.
“I kept you out all night,” Julian said. “Made him worry. Made him think I took your virginity.”
I looked away, toward the tree line. The rising sun hadn’t yet reached high enough to break through the many limbs and leaves of the forest canopy. It was dark as night among the tree trunks.
“He has no right to be angry about that,” I said.
“Sure,” Julian snorted. “Forget that the man is in love with you.”
I slouched my shoulders. “He’s not in love with me.”
“Piper,” Julian began, but I didn’t want to hear his reasoning. Not now, when it made so little difference.
“He’s with Bridget,” I said. “He can’t be in love with me.”
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