Christina
“The man threatened to cut off my penis if I didn’t allow him to kill my wife,” The man standing on a stage with a bunch of adults and teenagers listening to him takes a deep breath before continuing his life story. “-but jokes on him, my wife didn’t die that night, she came back to life after she was shot in the head. It was a miracle!” He screams and all the people clap and scream with joy in their hearts. Humans have the tendency of believing the worst shit. How can anyone blabber about how their partner died and came back to life and others actually believe? “What the hell is going on in there?” I turn around and my brown eyes clash with blue ones that squint as they notice me staring. Elsa. “Probably a bunch of weirdos trying to convince each other that their lives are more interesting than others.” I say whilst we walk past the tell all hallroom. I pause and look at her again. “What are you doing here anyway?” I ask knowing she’s meant to be in her chemistry class right now. She places her hands on her slim waist and tilts her heart shaped face sideways causing her blonde hair to sway. I have always been jealous of her pale skin. I unfortunately have tanned skin that makes me look like a Latino. “Where are you heading to?” she asks, completely ignoring my question. “Elsa, you can’t answer a question with a question.” I roll my eyes. “Fine, I got bored and saw you passing our class through the window. I came out to see what you were doing.” She says whilst playing with her hair. “I forgot my school bag at home.” I say knowing she’s about to start judging me as always, but what are friends for? She starts to laugh and I roll my eyes again. “Don’t even ask, I honestly don’t know how I forgot it. I’m going back home to get it.” I continue walking and she catches up to me. “I’m coming with you, no one will even notice I’m gone.” She winks and I smile. My place isn’t that far from our school. My dad insisted on finding a highschool that was near him, he’s so overprotective over me. My mom on the other hand could care less as long as I go to school. We reach there in no time and I knock on the door expecting one of my parents to open the door. It’s very early and I hadn’t even attended my first class when I noticed my school bag was missing. They both don’t leave for work till after I’ve had my second class so I’m sure they’ll both still be inside. “Hey Christina…are you sure they're inside?” Elena asks because I’ve been knocking for a while without saying a word. “I don’t understand.. they are usually up and awake by this time.” I sigh. “Have you even tried turning the door knob?” She asks like I’m the dumbest person on earth. “They always lock the door, trust me, it’s not going to be open.” I know how strict my dad is about locking the house. My hand clearly disagrees with me because I don’t even notice when it grabs the handle and pulls it down till I see the door creak open. “See, there we go. That wasn’t so hard now was it?” She emphasizes her statement by shaking her head and throwing out her hands. Usually I’d be amused by her but right now I have a bad feeling that something is terribly wrong. My parents would never leave the door open and they sure as hell would have opened the door even if they were asleep. I ignore the feeling and decide not to say anything because I don’t want to make Elena panic. I push the door open and the moment I step in I instantly regret it. Everything in the living room is a mess. The tv is upside down on the floor, the couches have shifted from their original spot and they all have scratches on them like some kind of animal was tearing them. The house is a simple duplex but right now I wish it was the size of a hut because it’s be so much easier to locate my parents. I hear a gasp and that’s when I remember that Elsa is still here with me. I look towards her direction and see that she’s staring at the stairs. “What the fuck.” She says and places a hand on her chest. I take a deep breath and look at the staircase, what I see has me paralyzed on the spot. There is blood dripping on every single staircase. I finally hear a noise coming from my dads room and I don’t even know how I get the courage to move but I manage to regain my strength. “Elsa, I need you to call 911 and run back to your house.” I hold her shoulders as I speak with a shaky voice. “No.. no- I can’t just-” “This is not the time Elsa!” I yell. “Get the fuck out and call the cops, tell them to get an ambulance down here now!” She nods and runs away and all the strength I thought I had just a second ago vanishes and I find myself holding the wall as I side step the mess on the floor. I walk all the way upstairs ignoring the blood because I will vomit if I stare at it. Once I reach the top, I follow the trail of blood which leads straight to my dads room. On my way there I find about four dead men on the floor. They're all covered in black clothing and they all have masks on. I gulp. I finally reach my dads room but the door is closed so I use my leg to kick it open softly. The first thing I see is two men in black choking my father. They all can’t see me because they are facing my dad and their bodies are blocking my fathers view. I don’t get to react because I look down and see my mothers limp body oozing out blood. The blood is scattered everywhere around her body. This time I don’t hold it in. I scream so loud I probably break all of my vocals. I look back at my dad and see that they have all noticed me due to my scream. The two men in black look at me instead of focusing on my dad which gives him an opening which he uses to bang their heads together and he does it so hard that I can hear their skulls clash. I expected the two men to fall and bleed out but they seem to be absolutely fine even with the blood coming out of their heads. I thought this would be the most unreal thing I’d see today but nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see. My dads entire body starts to shake and elongate, it happens so fast that once I finish blinking, I don’t see three men in the room anymore, it’s only two and one huge gigantic Wolf? Dog? I don’t know what the hell that is but the only correct description would be a werewolf. The werewolf who I believe to be my dad jumps on the two men and kills them using his teeth just as they were about to start becoming hairy and elongating again. Those two men weren’t humans either? What the fuck.Christina “What the fuck. What the fuck! What the actual fuck!” I keep repeating like a mantra. I don’t know whether I should be more confused at what I just saw or at the fact that the werewolf who just killed two other men is staring right behind me and for some reason I’m not afraid of him hurting me. Hell, I'm more afraid of the fact that he’s not looking at me. I feel someone’s breath on my neck and I already know that I’m about to die but just before I start to pray to God and embrace death, a knife flies swiftly past my ear and right into whoever the hell was behind me. I feel a warm liquid drip down my shoulder and I slowly look back and see another man in black. His eye ball was struck With the knife and it’s bleeding profusely. The man starts to scream and I immediately look back at the direction that the knife came from. There’s a lady in black but different from the men and her face is open unlike the men whose faces were conveyed in masks. She’s breathing heavily and
Christina A few moments of silence later, we reach a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parks I leave the car and stare at the house but that’s the least of my worries.I look behind me and see Becca and Melissa talking so I walk up to dad who's looking at the house inquisitively.“Are you sure we can trust those two…” I look at them smiling at each other before I turn back to my dad and continue whispering.“They are a bit weird.” I say. “They’re your sisters' love.” He places his hand on his brown hair and scratches it. He’s really taller than me so I don’t get to see the exact spot he’s scratching. Or maybe I’m the short one that makes him look tall. He’s about 5 '11 whilst I’m 5' 6 so I won’t call myself short but I’m not tall either. Coincidentally my so-called sisters look to be about the same height as me but Becca looks a few inches taller…perhaps 5 '7. They both have brown hair and brown eyes just like me but I have white strands on mine. I tend to dye it on
ChristinaWe run out the back door through the kitchen and immediately start to sprint away from the people chasing after us. I have never ran so much in my life. We couldn't get to the car because they had swarmed around us so the back door was the only possible escape we had. My legs start to hurt and I suddenly feel so dizzy. I can barely breathe. I’ve never been good at any physical activities. “Please, we need to rest!” I yell out. “We can’t!” Dad screams. “Peter, we have to shift!” Melissa shouts. I ignore what Melissa says not because I don’t understand it but because the guys behind us seem to be getting closer. I guess this is the day I die. I wouldn’t have minded dying if it wasn’t for the vast amount of drama that has happened in the past few hours. I need to At Least understand why my mother was killed before I die. Hell—I want to avenge her. Becca looks back and sees that I’m slower than all of them. She then looks behind me and I turn around to see the people tha
If looks could kill my dearest mate would be dead. I just met him yet I hate his attitude. ‘No you don’t.’ My werewolf—felicia says, interrupting my thoughts. ‘Can’t you just go back to the hole you go to in the back of my mind and allow me to think in peace.’ I respond. I wonder how crazy Christina will react when she realizes she’s a werewolf and once she shifts will be able to talk to her werewolf. ‘I know right.’ Felicia interrupts my thoughts again. ‘Can you stop that! We’re in a situation here.’ I immediately shut her out and focus on the situation at hand. My mate, whose name I still don’t know, just syringed both Peter and Christina and is taking them to only God knows where. He sent his minions to take them somewhere yet it’s the same direction we seem to be heading. “You can stop throwing daggers on the back of my head with your stare.” My dearest mate says. How did he know I was doing that!? “I’m not.” I huff. He’s walking in front of me whilst Melissa and I walk
I wake up to a banging headache, my throat feels dry and I cannot feel my hands. I slowly crack my eyes open and realize I’m in a cell. “Finally, you're awake. I got scared for a second.” Dad says. I turn to my side and see that his hands are tied above him just like mine but he’s shirtless. “What...What happened?” I say breathlessly. My throat is so dry it hurts. “They had injected us with wolfs-bane after covering us in hoods.” He says and I just raise a brow. “It's a toxic plant that can knock werewolves out for a little while. I guess you were knocked out for a bit longer because you're still not a werewolf.” He explains. “Oh please, I’m definitely not one of those weird creatures you guys turn to, I would have known if I was.” I roll my eyes whilst trying to see if I can get my hands out of this damned chain. The cell we’re in seems to be in a basement but seeing how steel and silver everything looks in here I’d say it’s a dungeon because there’s absolutely no li
Xavier walks back to his seat whilst I stare at my father trying to understand why he looks panicked. “He… he smelt you. I forgot that all alphas have a more powerful sense of smell than other werewolves.” Dad starts saying quietly as if I'm supposed to understand what he’s telling me. “Why is this rogue and smelly thing a big deal?” I whisper back. “Rogues are deserted werewolves or in other words werewolves that don’t belong anywhere. You on the other hand…. You're not a rogue… you're worse. Your hair symbolizes the weakness that all omegas have. Every omega has such hair.” Dad explains whilst staring at Xavier waiting to see what will happen next. I look back at my sisters and Becca seems to be trying to tell Isaac something. “What’s an omega truly?” I ask and don’t even realize that someone is behind me till I feel a tug on my hair. I gasp as someone pulls it back till my entire face is tilted backwards and my neck is strained. I hear the clanging of a bucket right be
“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.” “So why is it a bad thing if people know I’m an omega? Is it because you're scared of how I’ll be treated and shunned by others?” I ask. “It’s not about that…” he sighs then looks at me, “You're the alpha king's mate.” I just blink at him. “Marcel? Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” I raise a brow. “No Alpha would want his Luna to be an omega.” Dad says. “Then how did an Alpha give birth to me?” I question. “We don’t know… it doesn’t make any sense. It’s nearly impossibl
Ever since I turned 20 I have heard nothing but baseless rumors about the Alpha king—me, not having a mate. I’d never tell them I do have one because she’s an omega and hell will break loose before I allow her into my life. I asked mom how to get another mate and she told me the first mate had to die. She’s a witch so she didn’t need to do much to find that out. I do not care less about rumors nor do I appreciate such attitudes around my pack but my dearest mother says I should care and do something about it instead of not doing anything. Hence, why I need to make sure I kill whoever my mate is. Mom has already found her location even though we’re still not certain if she exists or not. We were given a false prophecy before and now that I still haven't found my mate, my mother assumed it’s because my original mate is still alive. She sent rogues to kill her yet none have come back to give feedback… well until now. He’s profusely bleeding through his head and chest. Wonder how that h
Ever since I turned 20 I have heard nothing but baseless rumors about the Alpha king—me, not having a mate. I’d never tell them I do have one because she’s an omega and hell will break loose before I allow her into my life. I asked mom how to get another mate and she told me the first mate had to die. She’s a witch so she didn’t need to do much to find that out. I do not care less about rumors nor do I appreciate such attitudes around my pack but my dearest mother says I should care and do something about it instead of not doing anything. Hence, why I need to make sure I kill whoever my mate is. Mom has already found her location even though we’re still not certain if she exists or not. We were given a false prophecy before and now that I still haven't found my mate, my mother assumed it’s because my original mate is still alive. She sent rogues to kill her yet none have come back to give feedback… well until now. He’s profusely bleeding through his head and chest. Wonder how that h
“I don’t know where to start.” Dad sighs again and shakes his head. “Start from explaining what the hell this omega thing is.” I say gently. “In the werewolf world. There’s another type of hierarchy. Same with how with humans there’s hierarchy of class, where some are middle class and some are high class. Well In the werewolf world, an omega is the weakest and least desirable among them. The Alpha is the highest, followed by his Luna, his beta and then gamma. The omega is always last place.” “So why is it a bad thing if people know I’m an omega? Is it because you're scared of how I’ll be treated and shunned by others?” I ask. “It’s not about that…” he sighs then looks at me, “You're the alpha king's mate.” I just blink at him. “Marcel? Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?” I raise a brow. “No Alpha would want his Luna to be an omega.” Dad says. “Then how did an Alpha give birth to me?” I question. “We don’t know… it doesn’t make any sense. It’s nearly impossibl
Xavier walks back to his seat whilst I stare at my father trying to understand why he looks panicked. “He… he smelt you. I forgot that all alphas have a more powerful sense of smell than other werewolves.” Dad starts saying quietly as if I'm supposed to understand what he’s telling me. “Why is this rogue and smelly thing a big deal?” I whisper back. “Rogues are deserted werewolves or in other words werewolves that don’t belong anywhere. You on the other hand…. You're not a rogue… you're worse. Your hair symbolizes the weakness that all omegas have. Every omega has such hair.” Dad explains whilst staring at Xavier waiting to see what will happen next. I look back at my sisters and Becca seems to be trying to tell Isaac something. “What’s an omega truly?” I ask and don’t even realize that someone is behind me till I feel a tug on my hair. I gasp as someone pulls it back till my entire face is tilted backwards and my neck is strained. I hear the clanging of a bucket right be
I wake up to a banging headache, my throat feels dry and I cannot feel my hands. I slowly crack my eyes open and realize I’m in a cell. “Finally, you're awake. I got scared for a second.” Dad says. I turn to my side and see that his hands are tied above him just like mine but he’s shirtless. “What...What happened?” I say breathlessly. My throat is so dry it hurts. “They had injected us with wolfs-bane after covering us in hoods.” He says and I just raise a brow. “It's a toxic plant that can knock werewolves out for a little while. I guess you were knocked out for a bit longer because you're still not a werewolf.” He explains. “Oh please, I’m definitely not one of those weird creatures you guys turn to, I would have known if I was.” I roll my eyes whilst trying to see if I can get my hands out of this damned chain. The cell we’re in seems to be in a basement but seeing how steel and silver everything looks in here I’d say it’s a dungeon because there’s absolutely no li
If looks could kill my dearest mate would be dead. I just met him yet I hate his attitude. ‘No you don’t.’ My werewolf—felicia says, interrupting my thoughts. ‘Can’t you just go back to the hole you go to in the back of my mind and allow me to think in peace.’ I respond. I wonder how crazy Christina will react when she realizes she’s a werewolf and once she shifts will be able to talk to her werewolf. ‘I know right.’ Felicia interrupts my thoughts again. ‘Can you stop that! We’re in a situation here.’ I immediately shut her out and focus on the situation at hand. My mate, whose name I still don’t know, just syringed both Peter and Christina and is taking them to only God knows where. He sent his minions to take them somewhere yet it’s the same direction we seem to be heading. “You can stop throwing daggers on the back of my head with your stare.” My dearest mate says. How did he know I was doing that!? “I’m not.” I huff. He’s walking in front of me whilst Melissa and I walk
ChristinaWe run out the back door through the kitchen and immediately start to sprint away from the people chasing after us. I have never ran so much in my life. We couldn't get to the car because they had swarmed around us so the back door was the only possible escape we had. My legs start to hurt and I suddenly feel so dizzy. I can barely breathe. I’ve never been good at any physical activities. “Please, we need to rest!” I yell out. “We can’t!” Dad screams. “Peter, we have to shift!” Melissa shouts. I ignore what Melissa says not because I don’t understand it but because the guys behind us seem to be getting closer. I guess this is the day I die. I wouldn’t have minded dying if it wasn’t for the vast amount of drama that has happened in the past few hours. I need to At Least understand why my mother was killed before I die. Hell—I want to avenge her. Becca looks back and sees that I’m slower than all of them. She then looks behind me and I turn around to see the people tha
Christina A few moments of silence later, we reach a small house in the middle of a forest. Once Becca parks I leave the car and stare at the house but that’s the least of my worries.I look behind me and see Becca and Melissa talking so I walk up to dad who's looking at the house inquisitively.“Are you sure we can trust those two…” I look at them smiling at each other before I turn back to my dad and continue whispering.“They are a bit weird.” I say. “They’re your sisters' love.” He places his hand on his brown hair and scratches it. He’s really taller than me so I don’t get to see the exact spot he’s scratching. Or maybe I’m the short one that makes him look tall. He’s about 5 '11 whilst I’m 5' 6 so I won’t call myself short but I’m not tall either. Coincidentally my so-called sisters look to be about the same height as me but Becca looks a few inches taller…perhaps 5 '7. They both have brown hair and brown eyes just like me but I have white strands on mine. I tend to dye it on
Christina “What the fuck. What the fuck! What the actual fuck!” I keep repeating like a mantra. I don’t know whether I should be more confused at what I just saw or at the fact that the werewolf who just killed two other men is staring right behind me and for some reason I’m not afraid of him hurting me. Hell, I'm more afraid of the fact that he’s not looking at me. I feel someone’s breath on my neck and I already know that I’m about to die but just before I start to pray to God and embrace death, a knife flies swiftly past my ear and right into whoever the hell was behind me. I feel a warm liquid drip down my shoulder and I slowly look back and see another man in black. His eye ball was struck With the knife and it’s bleeding profusely. The man starts to scream and I immediately look back at the direction that the knife came from. There’s a lady in black but different from the men and her face is open unlike the men whose faces were conveyed in masks. She’s breathing heavily and
Christina “The man threatened to cut off my penis if I didn’t allow him to kill my wife,” The man standing on a stage with a bunch of adults and teenagers listening to him takes a deep breath before continuing his life story. “-but jokes on him, my wife didn’t die that night, she came back to life after she was shot in the head. It was a miracle!” He screams and all the people clap and scream with joy in their hearts. Humans have the tendency of believing the worst shit. How can anyone blabber about how their partner died and came back to life and others actually believe? “What the hell is going on in there?” I turn around and my brown eyes clash with blue ones that squint as they notice me staring. Elsa. “Probably a bunch of weirdos trying to convince each other that their lives are more interesting than others.” I say whilst we walk past the tell all hallroom. I pause and look at her again. “What are you doing here anyway?” I ask knowing she’s meant to be in her ch