I'm not stupid. I know why he is calling me by his nickname he chose for me. I'm not sure why in the world he calls me 'Angel,' but I don't think I've acted ever so saintly and holy. I remember Mother and Father would call me by their own chosen nickname for me. They would do it to grab my attention or calm me down. Always it was said with affection, I'd always look up at them expecting them to continue. Even now when Frost calls for me I can't help, but give him my undivided attention. I listen to him speak and I cannot help, but narrow my bright blue eyes at him. That he can actually read my thoughts almost makes me interrupt him, but I will keep this to myself, for now, but I'm not going to forget it. Never. For a man that can read my mind he still doesn't understand or follow what I'm thinking. Unafraid to speak out of turn I shoot right back further explaining myself and correcting him for his wrong assumptions.

"It isn't the longevity of being a member that one deserves a higher rank, it is what they have done for the pack and what they can do for the pack. Clarie can barely function among society and she is more likely to invite a Dark Hunter in our home and trust him to help her cook a meal without knowing he would poison us all. All she can do is provide food â€" that's it. She hasn't done anything beneficial for all of us other than make sure we are fed and remind us that we have to make sure she doesn't accidentally kill us all. Clarie cannot be a Beta and so your statement that she should be Beta is invalid. Yet you give it to someone who hasn't done anything for the pack, let alone we haven't been able to meet her. You just bring her in and announce it without even thinking that maybe you already had an ideal candidate for the role right under your nose. I've kept Clarie safe, I made sure everything runs perfectly in the home, I remind you of things you have forgotten, and when you are gone I spend time with her. Hell, I spend time with you. I never bother you when you are away and I don't question it. Nothing has gone wrong under my watch, and whatever you ask of me, whether I agree with the idea or not, I do it."

He may not think that he is belittling me when he mentions that I still have a long way to go with being a good Were Creature. Though I am not only annoyed, but upset that he would attempt to use that sort of cop out. So what if I can't change at will. I'll get their eventually. As for my powers? I'm sure I'll figure it out, but right now I don't think that should be held against me. I am new to this life, but I am already being controlled by a mixture of human and animal instincts. A new female came into the territory and she was a threat. This new person is rewarded with something she did nothing to deserve it. Maybe if I was bitten a few years earlier or I was actually born a Were then perhaps none of this would have happened. But I do think that is a bit beneath Frost to be discriminating. Just because I'm not a natural Were does not mean I'll never be able to catch up. I can...I just need to be pushed more. Crossing my arms I look back up at him.

"I am well aware that I am not a full-blooded Were. I do not need to be reminded of that. I know I am still learning how to transform, but I am sure even you had such difficulties. Turning into a larger animal is not easy. As for learning my powers I don't even know what they are. But just because I'm still learning doesn't mean I shouldn't be allowed to have an additional responsibilities. It's going to take time for me to get better at this, but you don't know my learning capability. Other people need little bits at a time, but not me. I thrive in a pressured environment."

As he begins to lecture me on how I call my own pack mates I find it rather annoying. I am entitled to my thoughts and my opinions. I can respect them and I do â€" by not calling them out on their flaws. Instead I keep my mouth shut and let my wicked mind just fly!

"I speak and think honestly Frost, I don't lie and I don't beat around the bush. What others think of me doesn't matter, because I can happily prove them that they are wrong. Last time I didn't speak my mind someone got hurt. My family is dead. My Great Uncle may not want me dead, but he has to follow his own instincts. All my life I was brought up to be something important, to be absolutely self-sacrificing. Giving more of myself to others is not something I'm afraid of, it is something that has always been expected of me. I can do more for them, but you need to give me that chance."

And finally I have been waiting for this. Now with everything needed to be said I can focus on the one tidbit of information that he has forgotten. I won't say what, because I want this to be a surprise. He needs to know that he has crossed a line. He has done something that simply cannot be tolerated. I do not approve it and I do not accept it. He can do it to anyone else and I won't care, but to me...he needs to have a little bit more respect for that. Without any sudden thoughts I quickly swing my upper torso around and swing my left arm to allow my first to collide at his knee, and I do it twice below his knee too, giving him a good punch. If he was sitting down I would slap his face, but I will have to think that punching him at the knee and below the knee will be sufficient. Turning my head upwards I throw him a menacing glare, looking him dead straight into his one violet eye. My voice is much darker as I release the piece of information he might have not meant to reveal to me.

"And don't you dare think I forgot what you said...YOU CAN READ MY THOUGHTS?! Not once have you told me this â€" ever. Reading my personal thoughts is equivalent to violating me. You do not get to read my thoughts, you need to respect my boundaries Frost."

With a loud huff I look away from him again staring straight ahead at the house. I'm not worried for any sort of punishment I will receive. Yes, I hit my Alpha, but dammnit he deserved it. I hope I made it absolutely clear to him. That is right Frost, I know you are listening to my thoughts, so stop it. As I sit there allowing my anger to slowly fizzle away I pat the ground allowing him to sit on the ground with me. When he manages to finally sit down I notice how he leans back against the bark of the tree, noticing how his bright hair slid back slightly, seeing his one pale violet eye that was always covered. I don't say anything about it thinking it wasn't my place. Without thinking I manage to grab some of the green grass between us and munch on the blades for a moment, not realizing what I am doing at all, as I speak softly with a small smirk on my face.

"Frost, you want me to say that I think talking to you is like talking to a wall?"

Come on now. Speak. I know the night was rough and something caused it to be rough. What that was I don't know. I was busy reading one of my books and contemplating on the thought of leaving the pack or not. It isn't hard to see the frown appear on his face and I cannot help, but turn my head a bit to focus on him a bit more, speaking much more softer than before having a concern tone in my voice.

"Why does the past bother you? Is it something specific? I can't help you if you don't tell me."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable