×Third Person's pov×Griffin's uncle, much to Anastasia's dismay, gave her no further explanation to the Bombshell he had dropped. Instead he began to laugh, laugh hysterically like there was something funny. His shoulders rolled, his back arched and her eyebrows met.Her body was suddenly let free, and she felt dizzy and unsteady on her feet. But before she could ask anymore questions, he charged after her. Foot barreling through the floor. Anastasia's heart pounded in her chest as she faced off against the man who had caused her so much pain, her mate's sinister uncle. The memories of her parents' murder flooded her mind, giving her strength and determination to protect herself and those she loved.With every fiber of her being, Anastasia fought back, her body moving with a grace and power she never knew she possessed. Her movements were fueled by a fierce mix of anger, vengeance, and a desperate need to survive. The air crackled with the intensity of their clash as their weapons
×Anastasia×Rain pours heavily on the hood of the Mercedes AMG. The soft tapping of it should ease my mind, but it doesn’t. Nothing relaxes me anymore. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be at peace. “Take me to the bedroom, life is all I’m asking for.” The lyrics to that song said love not life, but who am I to correct my aunt. She has a big smile splitting her cheeks, and a happy tune playing through the radio of the car. Her brown hair bobs with her head, and her manicured fingers work the steering wheel with precision. How can she be so happy? Her sister was murdered two weeks ago…. That’s right. That’s why I’m here. I’ve been in intensive care for the past two weeks as witch doctors tried to heal the wounds on my body. I was cleared for travel yesterday, and my aunt insisted we return back to the mansion. They said I was Lucky. I don’t agree with them. I’m not lucky. Oh. You don’t know me yet, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Anastasia, last name Gast
×Anastasia×Breakfast isn’t an option for me, I hate to eat in the morning and since Alexis said those things to me last night, I’ve been more than eager to get to school. There has to be a logical explanation for why people don’t like me…and I want to know. Maybe she’s wrong, and they do like me. I get why my family was hated but I never received hate, not once. I wasn’t liked, but I was never hated. I didn’t do anything to people so they did what I did and kept a good distance. Hate…. Maybe you joined your family in terrorizing people? I don’t think so Cecil. I would never do that. I never understood what happiness they gained from causing other people misery. It definitely isn’t a thing for me. I woke up at the early hours of four to five. School starts by eight. I remember memorizing this little detail and the excitement that thrummed through me. I wonder what it was like, the first day of high school. I’ll be getting the same experience, but it’s the first day of my senior ye
×Griffin×I knew the day she was returning to Grimsborrow a week before it was even confirmed. My wolf had imprinted on her, so I know more than I need too. He craves her presence, her scent, an obsession I call it. Everything about Anastasia Gastillo is the light of his day. And unfortunately, mine too. I hate her. Believe me, I hate everything about that bitchy self centered shrewd. Dell growled, ‘don’t talk about our mate that way.’ See what I mean? I hate her, I have since she crumbled. But Dell, the second he took in her scent in third grade, he had left his imprint. You’re confused aren’t you? Let me explain it further. I’m half demon. My mother was an beta, a powerful one, she was sick when she had me. My father happens to be the alpha of the Grimsborrow pack. Talon is his name. Shit, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Griffin Masters, the alpha’s son. Delinquent and bad boy. I’m the guy your mother warns you to stay way from and she has every right too. I’ve been to juvie six t
×Anastasia×Many things can go wrong in one day. I wasn't aware of this until today. When I woke up, I knew something was wrong. From the wooziness that covered my skull, to Alexis leaving before it was even broad daylight to avoid having to drive me to school. That said everything that needed to be poured out between us. She's afraid of me. Or she wants to throw milk in my face, which I am very allergic too. I could have met an early death yesterday thanks to those girls. And I'll never understand what I did wrong to them. The pictures, selfies, all showed us having fun and being bff's. But they treated me like I was a foot mat, waiting to gather the dusty remains of my owner's shoes. Then on my long walk to the school, I received the strangest phone call."Miss Gastillo." I recognized the voice, sheriff what's his face.... hmm I swear I know his name. "Um, yes sir." There, he won't know I've forgotten his name."It's sheriff Douglas. I don't have much time, we're backed up on alot
×Griffin×Grimsborrow Delinquents group chat. Maxy: Party at Loretta’s tomorrow evening at eight till sunrise. Bring a date. Luciana: Why do we need a date? Maxy: Because we’re not showing up together, it’s going to be a hot night. You wanna have someone to smash mouths with Luciana: Gross, I would rather eat a bull’s testicle Me: that is disgusting @Lucianathewildcard. I think I’ll pass on the party. My dad is trying to minimize my time outside Maxy to Me: So you’ll be sneaking out by nine after he’s gone to bed, right? I laugh, jolting when the roof door shoves open. I grunt my discomfort when Anastasia, smelling so sweet and dressed in a sexy pair of jeans, thigh high boots and white shirt with thin arms. She must have a connection to my dick, fuck. Her jacket dances off her elbows like it going to fall but it doesn’t. ‘Who the fuck is that?!’ Dell growls, and I instantly look behind her seeing the janitor bristling through the door. Anastasia trips, and tries to stand up
×Anastasia×Dressing up for a party, would have been so much fun, if it was three years ago and my parents still had their limbs and hearts working. But now, it sucks. I avoided going to school today, I'm failing classes, obviously, I can see that. The teachers hate me, the gym teacher was going to make my life hell if I showed my face..So I had no choice but to stay in my room, eating ice cream and crying.My phone at buzzed at five fifteen pm, somehow Griffin had gotten my number. Or he already had it. I don't know.Fuck, I hate not knowing anything. It is horrible. I can't do anything, the people of the pack ignore me. I can't go to school, I've wrong every single person. I didn't think it was possible to do that. Who has the ability to upset every person in a high school? A psycho janitor included. If it wasn't for Dell I'd have joined my parents today. I hate everything. And I hate myself the most.So here I am, trying to look presentable for a party I'm sure is going to suck.
×Anastasia×I haven't been to a party since my middle school graduation. Griffin had cleaned my tears, and nearly lost his jaw when he made a comment and I corrected him."Just wash your tears off with the fountain water. Sure it'll ruin your make-up but meh."Shaking my head, I bent over to splash my face with water. "I'm not wearing makeup." I told him after I was done. Taking the napkin from his hand, and wiping my face with it. I found his mouth open when I looked at him. "How the fuck are you still beautiful then?!"My cheeks heat up. That's a good compliment if I've ever heard one. He helped me put on the helmet when once he collected himself. And slid my onto the back of the bike. Giving me strict instructions to hold on to his stomach. He drove to the location of the party in under five minutes. He went really fast, breaking every speed law imaginable. My heart had been close to bursting through my ribs. Now the issue with parties, are the cliques. Everyone has a clique the
×Third Person's pov×Griffin's uncle, much to Anastasia's dismay, gave her no further explanation to the Bombshell he had dropped. Instead he began to laugh, laugh hysterically like there was something funny. His shoulders rolled, his back arched and her eyebrows met.Her body was suddenly let free, and she felt dizzy and unsteady on her feet. But before she could ask anymore questions, he charged after her. Foot barreling through the floor. Anastasia's heart pounded in her chest as she faced off against the man who had caused her so much pain, her mate's sinister uncle. The memories of her parents' murder flooded her mind, giving her strength and determination to protect herself and those she loved.With every fiber of her being, Anastasia fought back, her body moving with a grace and power she never knew she possessed. Her movements were fueled by a fierce mix of anger, vengeance, and a desperate need to survive. The air crackled with the intensity of their clash as their weapons
×Anastasia×With me being left here, there's only one thing to do. 'Break out!'Sneak out, girl. Sneak. I'm not leaving yet. I reached for the key I'd been hiding for only god knows how long, I stopped counting after I snatched it out of the masked man's robe. I picked at the locks with it until I found the right angle and it opened up. A sigh of relief left me. I hid the key under my robe, and tiptoed out of the cage..The floors aren't squeaky, but the stairs are. So if I'm going to do this, I'll need to do it fast. Vanessa has been gone for a half hour now, and I've contacted Dell and Griffin to come save her from the clutches of that psycho Max. I was very gentle with the wooden steps but they still made their very loud creek. Leaving me with no choice but to hurry it up and just run up the rest of the way. The front door was locked and I wanted to face palm. I'd forgotten that the door to this basement area was usually locked once the masked people had left. Or arrived. Which
×Alexis×I was thrown into some sort of arena made of clay, and dusty bricks. Not the most hygienic place to be in but I'm not exactly worried about catching something when my life is on the line. My mother threw off her robe, she wore only her leggings and tight tank top. Two of the mask people approached her. They offered her a wrap of bandages that she used to cover her knuckles..I can't fight. I never knew my mother could fight. So this isn't the best situation for me to be in. Why did I mention fighting for my life? Right, I didn't want to be some pawn for her and her madness anymore.That doesn't seem like it's worth anything right now. Well, I better hurry up and do something before I get my ass handed to me in seconds flat."Mom, don't do this.""Don't do what? Ugh, I didn't want a failure for a child. So why are you pleading? You won't change my mind so get your fist up, and fight for your fucking life." She threw the first swing and I barely got out of the way before my
×Vanessa×"Max, don't do this." I pleaded as she strapped my arms to the circle she had drawn on the floor of this empty room. The only thing the room had was a statue of the town's leader. Grim. The madman who cursed out bloody town. Anastasia was right when she said this cult went back for years. Because something was never right from day one. Especially for my generation. Ninety percent of us have been unable to find out wolves, some can't shift and others lose the ability to shift. Something was wrong but we thought it was normal because that's how things are in this pack. Whenever something strange happens, everyone looks the other way. We were already dealing with fucked up shit whose to say this isn't one of the natural side effects of being cursed. If we looked deeper we might have seen the dying students. We may have been able to stop this. I looked left, then my neck turned the other way as Max tied on the last leather strap to my right arm. "Max, please, I begging." She
×Vanessa×Seeing Alexis being dragged out like an animal about to be slaughtered made the weight in my heart sink to the very bottom. This is madness. They can't do this. Her mother cannot do this to her. Yeah, I'm aware of what she tried to do but she's still a teen. This ….. this sort of death isn't right. Where is Griffin? He has a demon, he can save her. Why isn't he here? Oh right. He's handling his father's problem. Anastasia said that. Or did she say he's handling his father being a problem, I'm not even sure anymore this place is trying to make me mad, that's the only explanation I have for the twitching way I've been feeling. I rubbed my arm, and moved a way from the bars as Alexis continued to scream holy hell at her mother. She bit one of the men, and he grunted. "Should we sedate her? No, there's no need. Just drag her to the location and throw her in there. I will handle it from there."Turns out I'm not the only one with a psycho mother. And what are the odds of being
×Alexis× Griffin never came back, Anastasia was plotting something and Vanessa is actually a tough cookie. I'm all alone here. Those two have each other, I have no one. Because I chose to…. I wish I'd taken a different route. Anastasia forgave me so many times and I tried to get her killed. I wouldn't forgive me either. I've been having these thoughts for days, I'm tired of the self loathing. There isn't a word I haven't called myself. Every bad word I can think of, I've thrown it at myself. I fucking suck. I got up this morning feeling the same way. My shower was done in silence while I listened to Anastasia and Vanessa flash their friendships around. They were talking almost in code. If I closed my eyes, I can pretend like they've included me into the topic. It's said, yes, it's pathetic, I agree. But I'm lonely. I need to converse with someone. Anastasia is not interested in talking to me, again, I don't blame her. Vanessa won't talk to me because she's too busy with Ana.
×Griffin×This week only gets worse and worse, but not for me. I actually don't feel anything. I stopped feeling things after the first day. My mother was hung up like an animal. The contents of her stomach were removed. Most of her organs were stored in front of her. I hate alot of things, I really hate alot, but nothing had been able to cut close to seeing my mother that way. Not even my father. And he had hurt me bad. I'm supposed to be this badass who doesn't feel anything but isn't that a lie. I couldn't keep my face straight when I saw my mom in that position. To the best of my knowledge she was buried.I doubt my father even knows about the horrific way these people have hung her body to a wall. Right below a shrine. I wonder if they're praying to my dead mother's body, or if she was placed there as a sacrifice to whatever this cult serves. The door opens again, and I kicked the plate they offered me. I don't need food or water. Dell can keep me alive even after I'm dead. He'
×Anastasia×I think we've been here for weeks, but I can't be too sure. Everything is weird. They're feeding us, and treating us like we're at a two star motel. No one was actually doing anything. Griffin had secluded himself to the back of his cell, but he wasn't feeling any sadness. He was just curious. And I could feel it. Dell told me as well. Alexis was…. To be honest I haven't given her much thought. While my bunk mate, Vanessa was in a weird state. She was in between happiness that she could walk and sadness that her mother had been the reason for the depression she had felt after she thought her chances of walking were zero to none. Can I just gloat about being right? I called it years ago that her mother was a bitch but everyone who didn't know said it was a classic Gastillo trying to start a fight. NOW WHO'S RIGHT YOU SELF POMPOUS FUCKERS!It's me.Okay, now that I'm done with that little gloating moment, we can try to focus on getting some answers. It seems like they'r
×Vanessa× I awoke to soft sounds of my mother tapping her knuckles against my door, I wondered why she was up this early. She usually woke up my six am on the dot. Not wanting her to know that I was awake, I stayed still and force my body to go back to being limp. She knocked again, this time her voice followed through. "Vanessa, sweetie, are you awake?" She called. Her voice was louder than her knocking. She twisted the door knob, and I quickly closed my eyes lids. She knocked one more time. "Vanessa, are you awake honey?" Her voice still sounded like it was far away and I took sustenance in that. She hadn't entered my room just yet and that was perfectly fine by me. Her footsteps were loud, like she was trying hard to see if I was awake. Or maybe she wanted me to wake up. Whichever one, I remained quiet and continued to fake sleeping. I learnt this from Anastasia. She and I would pretend whenever we had sleepovers just to mess with her mother. It only lasted a year before her