Chapter 83: Uncontrollable
Eleonore’s POV
I stared wide eyed at James as we stood in the middle of the park.
He was rubbing the back of his neck where the little boy had been stepping on him, and I was staring at the unsinged parts of my hands that had been burning not seconds ago. The boy who had attacked us was long gone, departing with nothing less than a sound.
My breathing was still labored, my back still thrumming from where I had been kicked to the ground. I looked up to James at the same time he made eye contact with me, and the two of us seemed to come to a unanimous, unspoken agreement before he said—
“Don’t tell your aunty.”
I nodded my head stiffly.
We were on high alert the entire walk back to the pack house, our eyes darting at every movement in the shadows. This time instead of the dimly lit streets, we had opted to taking the more crowded, lit ones. Where people still roamed and laughed and—
Holy f*ck, did we just get our *sses handed to us by an eleven year old?