Sirius' POV (Angela)

Mischa ruined my good mood by showing up when he wasn't needed. Fucking jerkoff. Who did he think he was acting like Denver's knight in shining armor when she friend-zoned his dumbass.

I couldn't help but feel elated when she outright rejected him. That was a glorious moment.

But still. I wasn't in the total clear in terms of falling into her good grace. She still hated me. I looked around the room and saw her go outside. I decided not to go after her just yet since I promised to give her more space.

I went to see how Xavier was doing instead.

He was standing around with a bunch of other douchebags and laughing about something. I didn't see Joshua anywhere near him. He wasn't joking around when he said he would leave Xavier alone for the rest of the night.

I found Joshua in the kitchen, alone.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked.

"Oh, if it isn't the leader of the pack," Joshua commented.

I jolted in shock. "What the hell did you say?" I asked carefully. How much did he know?

"Huh? What did I say?" Joshua looked confused.

"You called me the leader of the pack. Why did you say that?" I asked again.

"Just a figure of speech. Since you are always hanging out with Xavier and the other guys, stomping through the hallways, acting like big bad wolves. You always act all dominant too, so I figured you were the leader. What's the big deal?" Joshua looked at me curiously.

Oh...

I sighed in relief. I thought we had been found out.

I had to think quickly and make up an excuse as Joshua was still staring at me suspiciously.

"Err...um...it's nothing. What are you doing out here alone anyway?" I asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"Well, birthday girl wondered off somewhere else, and Wolfdaddy hates me. So there's that," Joshua shrugged.

I softened my eyes. I had a feeling he genuinely liked Xavier. "He doesn't hate you."

"Okay. He doesn't like me either. He made that clear," Joshua looked like he was about to burst into tears. Maybe it was time to cut off his alcohol intake.

"He is just a tough nut to crack, that's all. He is going to come around. Trust me," I said reassuringly.

"Speaking of tough nuts, have you done what we talked about?" Joshua smirked mysteriously.

I smiled at him knowingly because, you see, Joshua and I shared a very special secret. A secret that will help me progress further with Denver.

"I think it will work out in the end," I smirked. I looked at my phone. It had been quiet a while since Denver went outside. Why didn't she come back to the party?

I suddenly felt worried. My sixth sense was tingling, and I had a feeling Denver was in trouble. She had been drinking, was wearing something even Barbie would be embarrassed to wear and it was cold at night. That dress would do her no good and alcohol would make it worse with the cold.

I should've followed her outside. I excused myself and ran outside. I checked the garden, but there was no sign of Denver, but her scent lingered.

It was a cold night, colder than it had felt when we were outside earlier, and all she was wearing was that little dress. I needed to find her quick.

I kept sniffing around to find her trail and followed her scent. After a few minutes, I ended up in an open field behind the woods. I heard the river flowing in the distance somewhere. Her scent was much stronger in this area, so I decided to keep looking around.

I stopped on my tracks when I saw something lying face down by a tree at the far side of the field. It looked like a body.

Denver! My heart jumped. If something had happened to her, I would...

I ran towards the object and gasped. I was right. It was Denver who was sprawled across the grass, naked.

"Denver!" I cried as I hovered over her. She was unconscious.

I need to cover her up quickly, I thought and took my shirt off to lay it on top of her like a blanket. I couldn't help but get a glimpse of her naked body, which was just as beautiful as I had imagined. Her skin looked pale and smooth under the moonlight and her breasts...

Shut up, Sirius now is not the time! I scolded myself in my head.

"Denver, wake up!" I lifted her head and put it on my lap.

To my relief, she opened her eyes.

"Wha...what happened?" she sounded weak.

"You didn't come back to the party, so I came out here looking for you. I found you lying here, naked. If you felt like going skinny dipping in the ice water, you should've at least invited me," I smirked.

"I am naked?" she was suddenly fully awake. She sat up abruptly, dropping the shirt in the process. "What the hell did you do to me!" she screamed at me with an accusing tone.

"Hey, hey, let's not jump to a conclusion, alright? I have done nothing to you. I was worried about you, so I came out here looking. But if you don't put those away, I can't promise to not lust over your body," I teased and lowered my gaze.

She noticed my heated eyes gazing at her breasts, and her face turned red. She quickly put on my shirt and hugged herself protectively.

"No, I don't enjoy him staring at me," she mumbled under her breath.

"Huh? Are you talking yourself again?" I looked at her with amusement.

"Don't worry about it!" she protested quickly.

"I argued with Tiffany, and after that, I felt this uncontrollable rage. Then all of a sudden, my entire body started to hurt," she explained quietly. "I have no idea what happened after that. I am so confused," she whispered. "I must've drunk too much and blacked out," she shrugged.

I felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness towards her. Something about her story didn't feel right.

Wait, Tiffany had come back to argue with her? In the garden? That sneaky, little skank!

But one thing for sure. Seeing her wearing my shirt was turning me on. I could feel my jeans tighten. I had the strong urge to push her on the ground and kiss her until none of us could breathe anymore. But I couldn't do that to her now. Not when she was already distressed.

"What happened to my dress?" she asked all of a sudden.

I looked around, and my eyes settled on what remained of her dress. It were ripped into pieces.

What the hell? Did Tiffany do this? No, that can't be. Denver didn't look harmed in any way. Did Denver do it herself? I've never met a drunk girl who would be strong enough to rip her own dress that way.

So that meant...

I looked at her closely and thought I saw a flicker of a purple hue in her eyes. Could it be that she is not human?

No way. That's not possible. I dismissed the idea.

"Earth to muscles. In case you forgot, I am sitting here wearing your bodypaint shirt while freezing my tits off. Are you escorting me back or not?" Denver sounded annoyed.

"Fuck...sorry. Let's get out of here," I stood up and offered my hand.

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