CHLOEMy heart almost beat out of my chest as I got down from the taxi at the warehouse Vincent had planned for us to meet. It looked mostly abandoned apart from the fact that one of the bay doors was open and there was light coming out of it.For a brief moment, I thought about what my mum would think… and mark. I quickly shook the thought out of my head. The only thing that mattered was Mackenzie and I didn’t need anyone to come to my rescue. As I got closer to the bay doors, I noticed the area was crawling with Vincent’s goons, some were even humans armed with guns.Why did he need so much man power with me? Or didn’t he trust me that I’d come alone?The men didn’t speak a word to me as I walked past, some barely even regarded me. Vincent was at the center there with a makeshift dinning table and a single chair having dinner.“You’re late, Chloe.”, He muttered without looking up from his plate. “I’m just glad you made it.”“Where's
MARKWe pulled over at the address given to us by Jeff. The ride over here was monotonous and dull, my insides were a flurry of emotions, unease at meeting a member of my biological family while, at the same time, my heart bled from the whole exchange with Chloe. Hurt like I’d never felt before coursed through my very veins, making me want to transform and rage through the countryside for three days straight, like I used to back in the day, Whenever Jacinta took it upon herself to show me how “generous” she was by raising me, her husband’s bastard son, Or in the days after Pascal left and my father’s passing. All these feelings triggered by her words.The power this woman had over me scared me. My feelings for her scared me more than I’d ever admit. She wanted to go back to the father of her child, A familial bond that I have never had. Even with my father alive, I was still always a bit of an outsider. Never completely a son, a bastard son, or a stepson, never completely a brother.
MARKI was immediately distraught. I wasn’t sure how to react. Rachel ‘s anxious voice still trickled out of the phone in my hand but I couldn’t hear a thing. I was caught up in my own emotions. I didn’t know what to feel; anger, hurt, frustration, betrayal, denial… it all kept looping around my head.“Who was that?” Jane inquired, obviously concerned by my broken expression.I squeezed my mobile so hard the screen cracked.“She left…. Chloe… she’s gone to meet Vincent”Jane stared at me with her mouth hanging slightly open, eyes wide with fear and concern.She stood to her feet and headed for the door. She tried to pull me along but I didn’t budge.“what are you doing mark?, “she asked incredulously, her voiced etched with despair, ”we have to get her back, come on”I held my place.“Come on Mark, you know how much danger she’s in”“she’s made her choice” I muttered silently, “ she’s chosen to trust Vincent over me”Jane let go of m
MARKI rushed out of the car and went straight for the entrance. My brother seemed to have been expecting me and had a welcome party waiting for me. I stood there, looked at the dozens of already transformed werewolves snarling and growling, all ready to stop me.“You have two choices; go home to your families…Or don’t.” I boldly declared to the wolves assigned to stop me. I could tell my words gave them reason for pause, but they quickly shook it off and came charging into their deaths. The first wolf to reach me landed from above with his claws bared out to do damage, I stepped to his right and sank my fingers into his neck plucking out a handful of his flesh in as he dropped to the ground gasping with arteries already lost. This angered the rest of them as they rushed at me from every side. I dodged a direct slash to my core as I shifted to my wolf form as well. All around me I delivered death to my own Pack members. I refused to think much about that though. All that I care
CHLOEI screamed through the rag tied to my mouth like I never had before. I tried to run to Mark but the claws at my neck bore through my skin a little deeper. I looked to my mum for some kind of solace or help. She too stood there transfixed, her mouth hung open, her features turning more human.I managed to manoeuvre my gag out of my mouth. It was all I could do at the moment.“Vincent, you bloody bastard”, I screamed, “I’ll kill you myself…”Vincent still stood there over Mark’s squirming, bloody form. He had a satisfied smile on his face as he looked down on him.My mother, having recovered from her shock tried to move towards my direction. But Vincent countered. He moved like a damned spirit. Before my mum could take a step, he had crossed the room over to where she stood and grabbed her neck.“Vincent, no!!” My voice was already hoarse from all the screaming.Vincent seemingly ignored my protest and held my mother throat even tighter.“I would hate to kill a mother in front o
VINCENTIt took a while for me to recover from my initial shock. The weak Chloe, a real werewolf. I never would have imagined that she had it in her.By the time I came to her, she was heading for my mother with bared fangs and claws and blood in her eyes.She looked impressive but She was nothing compared to my strength, especially now since I’ve started the ritual. I’ve gotten stronger than ever before.I sped towards her, confident in my ability to get to her before she got to my mother. Suddenly I felt the entire weight of Jane Vandersen hit my midsection as she tackled me to the ground.“Stay away from my daughter, you monster” she screamed.She had quite the strength, for an old werewolf. But she too was not on my level.I signaled to my wolves to go after Chloe while I put this old mutt down for good. I managed to eventually loosen her grip and throw her off me. “Stand back Jane. You keep this up and you will lose your life.”She igno
CHLOEI opened my eyes slowly and I couldn’t exactly recognize where I was. I seemed to have passed out for a bit.My head spun and my body ached. I tried to sit up on the bed but it only made it worse. I seemed to have the craziest dream, but I couldn’t remember the details.I looked around trying to figure out where I was. Apart from the bed I was sitting on there was not much else in the room. There was only a small table and a cupboard. It was a small room.As my eyes scanned the room looking for clues as to where I was, I eventually looked at my self. My clothes were tattered and there was blood all over me.I slowly began to freak out as my memories seemed to return like a tsunami. Mark, My mum….. Mackenzie!!The image of mark lying in a pool of his own blood punched me in the gut. And my mum…. Vincent…I couldn’t bring myself to complete the thought as my heart threatened to rip itself apart.I laid there on the bed and mourned. I cried so
VINCENT I looked at my wife in the eye and saw exactly how she saw me, a vile monster she’d never get rid of, and she was already prepared to piss on the deal I was about offering. My ever so dainty Chloe, ever so predictable. But I’d be lying if I said she hadn’t surprised me. Finally morphing into a werewolf after a lifetime of not being able to shapeshift. I’d never heard of it before. And she wasn’t just a regular werewolf, she had the ancient ability of Kin. An ability that enabled some werewolves to heal other werewolves. In times of battle, Kin users were key parts in determining victory. The ability to heal another werewolf. I happened to know that Kin required some specifics. And that is exactly why I’m here proposing this sweet deal she’s sure to take. Even though she doesn’t realize it yet.“I am not interested, you bastard. Give me my daughter!”She yelled at me. She’d always looked cute when she was mad, but it was something I’d rarely seen, because she use