It's almost surprising to hear him explain himself. You would think he wouldn't care if I feel he's calling me stupid or not. I look up at him with determination glowing in my eyes. "Then maybe I'll just have to learn Icelandic." I know that mark from Tetradore must sting so I almost feel bad for him if only because I don't like to see anyone hurt, whether they deserve it or not. I move to his lap to throw him off guard and it seems to work, at least at first. But then he turns the tables on me and I don't like it, not at all.

I move back to my feet in a flash, warning bells going off in my head as I move my hands down my sides as if to make sure there really are no ghost hands there responsible. I don't miss the move he makes when I was close to his face. It makes me curious but I'm hardly in a mood to question him tonight. He seems to delight in his mind games and I don't know how long I can tolerate it. His words make my brows furrow as I scowl in skepticism. How can he say there's nothing wrong with my powers? They're weak, reserved for cowards. How can anyone expect me to fight when I've got nothing in my arsenal to fight with?

I shrug. "Why shouldn't I? I just watched you break my best friend like a doll you get bored with and dump her at her alpha's feet like an overused toy. What reason do I have to listen to anything you say?" I challenge him. He looks so arrogant, so cocky right now and yet in the back of my mind, I know I could learn some from him. What can it hurt? He comes up to me as I peruse his library, offering me a book. I stare long and hard at him as he talks, wishing I could deny what he's saying but he's right. I do have nothing. Taking the book, I hurry from the room, clutching it to my chest as I curl up in a corner and fall asleep with the book tucked safely under my fluffy fox head.

I only shift a little as the blanket is draped over me. A sound almost like a purr escapes me as the warmth envelopes me and I fall back into a deep sleep. The next morning I awake and at first I'm all befuddled. Where am I? I gasp and curl the blanket closer to me and then I see the book. Hesitantly I reach out for it, calming my breathing as I look at the cover. The book Frost gave me. I turn to look at the blanket I'm clutching. Who gave me this? Did Claire find me? Or was it him?

I glance up the stairs, as if expecting someone to answer my thoughts. Swallowing, I slowly get to my feet and then I make my way up the stairs, my determination building with each step. I move down the hallway, using my sense of smell to guide me. I know the room when I reach it and I slowly push open the door, not sure what I'm going to find. I look down at my feet instead just in case but I know he can hear me. "Frost....I want you to train me. I want to learn."

alexis wilde