I tried to draw something, but my mind was blank, and the tattoos I tattooed on my thighs were swirling in front of my eyes. After an hour of trying, I cursed loudly and closed my sketchbook. "He messed up my mind." I went to the bathroom and took a bath again to remove even a single trace of wolfsbane from my body. I don't know for how long I will be able to maintain my facade of being a human in this werewolf territory now. This town falls within a pack's territory, though I don't know which one. That is the main reason why I moved here. Hunters only come into a wolf's territory when they want to attack or get themselves killed. So, as long I am here, there are very few chances that I will be killed by a hunter's hand... {I can't say about a wolf, though} I changed my top because, hey, no matter whose territory I'm in, I can't go around wearing a guy's shirt all over the market. I went towards an unconscious Diego and rechecked his vitals. He made me so mad that I injected him with
After a minute of extremely stressful silence, I saw the doorknob wriggling. My whole focus was on the door while Diego was also eerily silent. Whatever that person tried, it worked because the door unlocked with a click, and an armed Henry stood in front of me. “What the heck do you think you are doing here, Henry?” I asked him with gritted teeth. “I am not here for you, Arya. Give me that wolf and I won't hurt you,” he said, and I clenched my teeth. It seemed like I wasn't the only one hiding my identity. I didn't wait for any more of his dialogues and directly shot a bullet at his hand. I don't think he was expecting this because he was surely not prepared. His gun fell to the ground, and I ran over and took it while still pointing my gun at him. I kicked his leg, which made him fall to the floor, and locked the door from inside.... {Using a silencer is always beneficial, especially in a situation like this} Henry got up from the floor, but before he could do anything, I hit his
"Are you guys not done even until now?" Diego shouted, and I looked at him, annoyed. "Don't give me that look. This sound is killing me!" He shouted again, and I turned off the blaring music in the headphones. Immediately, his expression softened, and he closed his eyes. "Thank god! I thought you guys were planning to torture me like this," he said dramatically while I removed the headphones from his head. "So, what's it about?" he asked me, and I rolled my eyes and went to bed. "I don't want to talk with you," I told him, while the same question swirled in my mind: Who killed those hunters then? "Diego, which pack is this?" I asked him, and suddenly, he became very silent. I looked at him and found him with a stern expression. "What are you planning?" It was actually hard to hear those words with so much warning and intensity from him because, truthfully, he had been very casual about all this kidnapping shit a while ago. "I am planning nothing, for god's sake. Damn, how do I get
"What are you doing?" Henry asked me, but I ignored him completely. I took the bag and went to the kitchen area first. I took everything that I found there and threw it in the bag. After that, I went inside the washroom, stuffed the innerwear in the smallest pocket of the bag, and finally ended up packing the bag with two pairs of jeans, a few tank tops, and a jacket... (Don't forget the needed documents.) I packed my documents too then finally packed the huntress kit. If my calculations are correct, then Diego's body will take at least one hour more to recover from the wolfsbane that I injected into him, so I didn't inject more into his body. Instead, I prepared two guns with the darts of a high dose of wolfsbane and loaded two other guns with silver bullets... (Please, God, just don't place me in some situation where I have to use these silver bullet guns.) "Ready to run?" Diego asked me, still smirking. I badly wanted to punch that smirk off his face, but I also knew it would not
As soon as we crossed the road from the woods, I took a deep calming breath, as whatever was following our car also stopped following us from there. But as soon as we entered Springfield, my anxiety reached its peak again....{Now I have to be aware of hunters}..... I don't have any issue talking with anyone, but the continuous questions of that passenger seat guy were now irritating me. For almost half an hour, I had been giving him answers with just yes or no, but the guy was unable to understand that right now, my mind was not in the conversation. They pulled the car into a gas station. "I think I will go from here on my own. Thank you so much for the ride. It's good to meet you," I told them and was about to open the door, but the guy that was in the driver's seat stopped me. "If you want, then we can drop you where you want. We are just wanderers," he said while his friend was outside. "I have to meet some friends here in Springfield. I will cover the further route with them,"
Arya’s POV: When I regained consciousness, I felt as if someone was hammering my head. I opened my eyes and found myself in the woods.... {not only these stupids sedated me but they also took me to the exact place I didn't want to be}... I prayed to God that I was not in some pack's territory. Both my hands were tied to trees on either side, and both guys were a little away smoking weed. As we were in the middle of the forest, I assumed their car was parked somewhere nearby on the road. In any other case, I would have waited for them to do something or made some strategy to get away from this situation, but right now, I couldn't wait for them to do something because there were many threats to my life in these woods than just these two stupid fools. "Care to explain why the hell I'm here?" I shouted, and that's when they finally realized that I was awake. Instead of answering me, both of them started laughing like maniacs while coming towards me. "Didn't your mom teach you not to si
"You are hurt again," he stated, and I narrowed my eyes at him. He snatched the bag I was wearing in front of me and threw it out of my reach. {There goes my only hope of getting away from him} "Well, at least I'm still alive, even after your numerous attempts to kill me," I snapped. He turned me around, pressed my face against the door, and slashed my T-shirt. It made me extremely mad. The nerve of this man! "Leave me, you bastard!" I shouted, but he shushed me. "You should really learn to stay away from dangerous people," he said. Before I could say anything, he ripped off the bandage I had applied to my wound a while ago. I pressed my lips together to avoid shrieking in front of him. I knew him for more than half of my life, and I clearly knew that his prey's shrieks always boosted his ego and confidence. If I was going to die soon, I wasn't going to boost his ego, that's for sure. "What the hell are you doing, Jace?" I shouted at him and wriggled harshly. "Trying to see how de
A week later - Who would have thought that getting a job in some corporate would be so hard? Yeah, I know that I don’t have a respectable degree or anything, but still, why can’t I get a high-paying job without a degree when I am ready to work my ass off?... Don’t need to mention, I know that I am just spouting nonsense right now. I applied for many positions in many companies but forget about getting rejected, my resume didn’t even get accepted anywhere for even an interview. So, I said yes to the first job that I got here and rented the first house that I thought I could pay for. It’s not like I am completely broke or something. I have earned much in the last five years, and believe me, it's true when I say that a tattoo artist makes a lot.... but I don’t know for how long I have to stay here or if I will ever be able to work as a tattoo artist again. (That’s the major problem. If I could work as a tattoo artist, I wouldn’t even have to think about earning because I knew I was good