"The people who were attacked… Who are they?" I asked him, even though I already knew the answer.
"I have no idea, but they were coming from Springville. I'm not sure, but they're not locals. If you want to go to that area, you're not going alone, and if you're going for some hush-hush business, take my truck. You're not going on that road on two-wheelers now." My mind had already started processing all the scenarios that could happen in my future.
"Okay, I'll talk to you later," I told him and disconnected the call. I took the bike's keys and drove towards the woods. I wasn't driving at high speed to spot the place where all this happened, but when I finally reached the spot, I understood why Drake was freaked out. There were two police cars on the side of the road, and the policemen were looking at something on the corner of the woods that I assumed was a body or bodies.
On the corner of the road, there was a lot of blood, so I assumed that whoever was attacked parked his bike on the side when the animal attacked him. I went near the police officers, and I could see the bloody drag marks from the corner of the road into the forest.
"You can't come here, miss," one of the police officers said. "The bodies are still here." He came towards me and blocked my view, so I could not see anything.
"Sorry, but my friend was going to visit me at my place today. I just wanted to check if my friend is safe," I told him.
"The identity of the people is still unknown. We didn't find any identification cards with them, and the bodies are unrecognizable," he said, and this was enough for me to know that my fears were justified. I nodded and went towards my bike. I didn't waste a second and drove back to the room.
I called the nurse who had helped me many times. She answered my call after a few rings. "Can I talk to Mom, please? It's urgent," I asked her. She initially denied it, but she agreed after a few more attempts.
"Why did you do that?" I asked her directly.
"Don't act like you didn't know I would do that," she replied coldly.
"I expected you to treat me like your daughter and not as something to fulfill your ulterior motives in at least the last few months of your life," I said to her, and even though I didn't want my voice to shake in the end, it did.
"I am the one who birthed you. I didn't want a child like you. My child should have walked on every path that I told him to," she shouted and instantly coughed.
I closed my eyes and remembered all the things that had happened to me only because I wasn't the child my mom expected me to become. "I don't think you need me. I will not show you my face from now on," I told her and disconnected the call.
After ten minutes, I called the same nurse again and told her to take care of Mom properly. Mom had borne all the hospital expenses until now, but her savings will not be able to pay for more than a month now. So, I told the nurse to call me whenever payment was needed. She asked me many questions, but I lied easily, like every time I did.
Many things are going on in my mind, but one thing that I am sure about is that I am not safe in Greenville either. I groaned due to all this overthinking and took a painkiller before going to bed. I needed to clear my mind so that I could think of something.
When I woke up, it was dark outside, and I could feel the wind directly on my face. I got confused because I did not remember opening the window before sleeping, but as I was not in my proper senses, I shrugged and got up from the bed. For a few minutes, I just sat on the bed thinking about what I should do, and in the end, I decided that loud music and alcohol were something that could stop me from thinking about all this for now. I wore my usual jeans and a crop top and slid into an unbuttoned shirt, and as my hair was already short and wavy, I did not have to put much effort into them.
When I entered the club, my heart also started thumping with the beats of the DJ, and I smiled. I went towards the drink counter and ordered vodka shots. After gulping the shots, I felt that familiar burning sensation in my throat and instantly felt good. I turned and looked around the whole club when my eyes automatically landed on the very same figure that made my heart beat faster in the diner today.
He was directly looking at me, and even in the darkness and neon lights of the club, I could clearly see the features on his face. I tried to turn my gaze away from him, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing helped. I felt as if I lost all control of my body at the exact time our gazes met. His jaw was clenched hard as if he was angry or irritated by something or someone. Am I making him mad? Is he thinking that I am staring at him?
I instantly removed my gaze from him, but I could still feel his gaze on me. I tried not to look at him again and focused on losing all the worries that I was feeling a little while ago. I have already started feeling a little light-headed and calmer than before. I walked towards the dance floor, and my body started swaying on its own. I was enjoying myself when I felt someone behind me, which spoiled my whole mood. Why can’t people understand that I need some time alone right now? I decided not to cause any scene and was about to walk away when the person grabbed my waist from behind.
I rolled my eyes and turned to face the owner of that hand. When I turned around, I found a guy who was too drunk even to understand what he was doing. People should really not drink to the extent to which they lose their senses. "Hey, why did you stop dancing?" he complained while swaying on his spot. I really don’t know if he was really dancing or if it was just the effect of the alcohol. I removed his hand from my waist and stepped backward. I went towards the bar again and ordered drinks for myself. These stupid people are the reason why I can’t enjoy clubs. I like partying and clubbing, but I don’t like these perverts hovering around me.
"Hey," I recognized the voice instantly and swiftly turned towards the very strange yet familiar man. "Hi," a reply escaped my lips instantly, without even my knowing, and a smile automatically found its way to my lips. Although I have always considered myself a person who is good at reading people's facial expressions, his very first expression does not look pleasant to me. His eyebrows are furrowed, which is making a troubled frown on his forehead, while the constant twitching of his ears is telling me that he is surely troubled. I was really not expecting these types of expressions on his face after some cheerful "hey" that he said a few minutes ago.
"Well, I was not expecting these expressions," I said while faking a smile towards him. What is the profit of this handsome face when the facial expressions are this grumpy?
"Huh," he said as if he had not heard every single word that I said.
"No need to be confused. You heard right, but what is it?" I asked him directly, coming to the point. There is no need to overthink about a guy when I already have many things to overthink. He seems a little uncomfortable and nervous now.
"Sorry, I thought you were someone else"... {well, ouch}
"It's alright," I said with a tight-lipped, forced smile and turned towards the bar, where the bartender had already served the second round of vodka shots. I gulped them down in a few minutes, and the burning sensation in my throat helped me forget about the handsome man's ignorance towards me.
I turned to look at the dance floor but found the same man blocking my view. "What's your name?" I asked him, hoping to learn more about this man.
"Diego," he replied. His name rolled off his tongue, fluttering my heart. It seemed like love at first sight, or maybe extreme attraction in this case.
"Okay, Diego, since I'm not the person you were looking for, could you give me a little space to enjoy myself?" I asked sweetly. He seemed embarrassed and coughed before nodding and shifting away. I passed a last smile towards him and looked at the dance floor, where I luckily couldn't spot the guy from before on the stage. I looked around and found a couple of couples dancing together. I smiled and headed towards them to enjoy my night a little. I always spot couples dancing on the dance floor whenever I feel like dancing because they never intended to try their chances with other girls, especially not in front of their girlfriends at least.
After dancing for almost an hour, without any creeps this time, I felt my muscles easing a little. Vodka had already started having its impact on my brain, which I was glad about. I finally decided it was time to head home. I had a great time till now, and I really didn't want anyone to come out of the blue and spoil my night.
I went outside and was about to head towards my bike when I heard a voice from the back of the club. My mind gave me a warning, but when I heard a second sound louder and clearer, I cursed myself and went in the direction of the voice... {yeah, I am mad, officially}
When I arrived, I saw a couple of guys beating a man mercilessly. I was about to call for help when one of the guys looked in my direction. I immediately turned to go away, but he was faster than me. He grabbed my neck from behind harshly and threw me towards the wall, causing me to crash my already injured side into the wall. I shrieked in pain while feeling his grip tighten around my throat... {fuck}
"What do you think you are doing here?" That stupid man asked me, and though I really wanted to give him a witty reply, his hold on my neck was choking me. I thrashed in his hold and scratched his hand, but he was way stronger... {I should have stayed at home today}... My vision started turning blurry when suddenly he let go of my throat, and I fell on the ground while coughing. "Think before doing anything, dude," I heard another male voice, and though I knew they were all bad people, still, I was still thankful to whoever that was. "She is a girl," he said, and before I could even compliment himself in my mind, he added, "And that too an extremely hot one." I instantly regretted complimenting him in my mind. I am done coughing now. I wiped the tears that left my eyes and found four pairs of eyes looking at me while the man they were beating before was unconscious and all bloody, lying a few meters away from us. One of those four men came towards me, bent down to my eye level, "You
I know that I am drunk, but there is not even a single chance that I have imagined or heard anything wrong. What should I do now? Should I offer him the bike to go wherever he wants? But how can I give my bike to him? I am not even the owner of this bike. What if he stole it? Oh, come on, he doesn't look like a thief. {Oh, that's crap. I also didn't look like a thief before, but I used to steal things, didn't I?} I groaned and went in the direction where he went. "I should at least ask him if he needs help. He saved me, for God's sake." I looked around for a few good minutes, but he was nowhere to be found. Did I come in the wrong direction? When I was unable to find him anywhere after five more minutes, I finally gave up and went back to my house. I groaned in irritation when I saw myself in the mirror. "That stupid bastard ruined my white shirt." I removed the shirt and crop top and groaned again when I realized that there was not even a single chance that I could go to sleep befor
I am scared to death now. He took a step towards me, and I panicked. I took the gun from my shoe and shot him a couple of times. He let out a heart-wrenching howl and fell to his knees. His canines went back into his gums automatically, the injuries that were previously healing stopped healing, and his glowing hazel eyes were not as bright now, but the rage in his eyes was still clearly visible. “You are a huntress,” he said, trying to get up on his feet again, but I went towards him and hit his head with the butt of the gun. He growled lightly before losing consciousness and falling to the ground with his back facing upwards. I looked around and saw a dead body lying a little away. I ran over, but I couldn’t identify what creature it was. All I can see is a lot of flesh and fur, which suggests that some rogue trespassed in this territory. I came back to an unconscious Diego. The darts that I shot him with were enough to keep him unconscious for a few hours. What if I kill him right
"Give me just five minutes," I shouted, and finally I got the tape. I quickly plastered it on Diego's mouth and got up from his lap. "Damn it, I didn't even think for a second that Elina could send Henry too," I thought... {Well, at least it's not Drake. I'm sure that I can't force Diego to hide, and there isn't even a single chance that I can hide this giant wolf's body} I ran towards my cupboard, took a man's shirt, and entered the bathroom. I undressed, wore that shirt, messed up my hair a little, and pinched my cheeks and lips to redden them. Then, I ran towards the door... {Not the most fabulous idea, but a good idea indeed} I opened the door and went outside instead of calling him inside. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened. "Arya," he said, and the food packet slipped from his hands. But as I was expecting the same reaction. I instantly acted and caught the food packet. "You're with some guy," he stated, and I smiled confidently... {I am kind of embarrased now. I should ha
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