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Chapter 7

Daemonar felt horrible, it was obvious that the girl was terrified. She wouldn't let anyone but the wolves into the kitchen. He stood behind his father his wings drooping toward the ground in guilt.

"It's alright Angel, the men were just our son and his friends. He came home early." Marian said as Lucivar stared at the knife in the wall.

"You've been listening during practice, the knife is deep in the wood. Marian come and look at it." Lucivar said proudly.

"Yes dear, we are all very excited for you, but can we get back to
Angel" Marian said turning back to the kitchen door. "Daemonar really didn't mean to scare you."

"Your son? The one who popped on his uncle's shoes." A small delicate voice came from the kitchen. Daemonar perked up at the sound, until what she said registered.

"YOU TOLD HER THAT." Daemonar yelled, his face completely red in embarrassment.

"Don't use that tone with your mother." Lucivar said calmly as he put his some in a headlock. It quickly escalated into a wrestling match, which was made even more difficult by the walls on either side of them. Marian just stood back, knowing well how this would end. The only time she would get involved was when they broke something. Lucivar had finally pined Daemonar to the ground, smashing his face into the floor with his feet, while he sat on his sons back holding his arms behind him and off the ground.

Angel looked around the corner of the kitchen, her curiosity getting the better of her. A giggle escaped her at the sight of the two males tussling. The two males froze at the sound. Her breath caught in her throat as she and the younger male, who must be Daemonar, eyes caught one another. His eyes were so gold, almost burning they held every emotion, and focused. Focused on her. Lucivar gave his son one last push into the floor then hopped off, grabbing his son by the nap of his neck he held him up.

Daemonar had never seen anything so beautiful before, she was perfection, so very delicate and innocent. He couldn't feel his father's tight grip on his neck, hell he could hardly even breathe. There was nothing else that mattered to him in that moment but her. His heart started to pound so hard, he could have sworn that everyone else in the hallway could hear it.

"Now that we have all gotten over this mess, lets go talk over a nice cup of coffee." Marian said looking back and forth between her son, and the young girl she had come to think of as her daughter. She walked right into the kitchen, grabbing Angel's arm gently as she passed, and leading her to the table and sitting her down. Lucivar following and depositing his son in the chair across from Angel, before going and helping his wife, who needed no help what so ever.

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