Chapter 4

         “Come on you dumb ass shit” Jake yelled, “One more,” he said and with every one of my strength, I pushed myself up and then collapsed onto the grass.

Jake made no move to help me up, instead he circled me and scowled.

           

“You are fucking weak,” he said and I scowled at him, he grabbed my arms and roughly force me to sit. I smacked away his hand and he growled angrily.

          “Don’t ever touch me” I snapped and he nodded.

          “Good, I want you to be angry.

Now channel that rage at me, think of everything you hate about me.

Our power is mostly at its peak when we are in a rage now punch me” he said and I hesitated, even though I probably detested him, for some reason I didn’t want to punch him.

          “Come on, don’t be such a wimp you idiot,” he said and I scowled and charged for him.

I punched him right in the face, and he stood there and took it without blinking, bleeding from the mouth. He threw back his head and laughed then he grinned at me.

          “That isn’t a punch, it’s more like a caress,” he said and smiled, for a moment I was stunned.

He looked so handsome that I couldn’t breathe, he caught me staring and scowled.

         

  “Give me a real punch,” he said and now I didn’t want to punch him again.

      

     “No,” I said and he frowned. He walked menacingly and grabbed my hair.

“You better punch me, or……” he left that statement hanging and released my hair. I glared at him breathing hard as rage filled me, how dare he grab my hair. I ran at him at full speed and smashed my fist into his face, his head snapped to the side and he turned smiling as blood poured from his nose and I suddenly felt guilty.

          “I am so sorry,” I said and tore a portion of my shirt and pressed it against his nose staunching the blood, he stared at me strangely. 

          “Are you helping me?” He teased, “Me, an evil monster,” he said and I rolled my eyes and threw away the bloody cloth. I made to tear another fabric but he stopped me.

         “It’s fine. I will heal” he said, his green eyes studying me intently. “Thank you,” he said and I nodded, feeling like something just grew between us. He opened his bag and tossed me a can of soda.

          “Drink up,” he said and I nodded and popped the can and drank greedily.

I was really thirsty and he seemed to know it. He sat on a bench and stared ahead and I suddenly wanted to be nice, maybe he wasn’t really a monster.

           “Can I sit down?” I asked and as usual, he didn’t answer, so I just sat down. He stared at me his green eyes were unreadable.

           “Why do you just kill, like that. I mean brutally, can’t you do it normally” I asked and he stared at me as if I was a kid.

           “Kill normally?” he barked out a laugh, “A kill is a kill it doesn’t matter how it’s done,” he said and I shook my head.

           “I have seen you kill, you do it for the fun of it,” I said and he smiled.

           “Yes. I enjoy killing but it’s only those that I consider my enemies” he glared at me.

            “That’s not how it’s supposed to be, your brother kills his enemies too and I am sure he doesn’t kill for fun,” I said and Jake chuckled.

          

  “Is that what he told you?” He asked and I shrugged.

         

   “I can tell,” I said and Jake smiled a tight smile.

            “Of course, John is always the good one, I am the monster,” he said sarcastically and he extended his claws and I stared in fascination, they looked wickedly curved and sharp.

            “You are the one who kills for fun,” I said and he pursed his lips and nodded.

             “That’s why, he’s so weak, I am stronger and I am no softie,” he said.

             “What of your mother, was she like you?” I asked and he froze. His green eyes darkened in hate and anger.

            “Don’t” he warned and I stared at him, surprised for a moment his face was sad and full of grief. 

            “I am sorry,” I said and he nodded, he stood grabbed another sod, and drank it all in one gulp.

            “Resting time is over”

he snapped, “Here, bring your hand,” he said. I offered my hand and he held it and wrapped black leather on my palm. I stared at him as he wrapped the other hand and I smiled.

           “Thank you,” I said and he nodded, he picked a stance and I followed his steps.

           

 “Your wolf is dormant she needs her soulmate to awaken her but in the meantime, we have not found your soulmate and it’s certainly not John,” he said snidely and I glared at him.

             “We need a trigger, something that will awaken her, maybe briefly,” he said and pulled out a dagger and I backed away.

            “What are you doing,” I  asked and he stepped closer holding the knife in front of him.

          

 “Scaring you” he answered honestly and I stepped back.

          “Are you gonna stab me?” I asked and he smiled cruelly.

          “Yes,” he said and I backed away.

           “You can’t do that, I will call John”

I threatened but he didn’t even look fazed.

          “John can’t stop me,” he said then he grabbed me and shoved the handle of the knife in my palm and I stared at him in surprise. 

          

 “You didn’t stab me,” I said and he raised a brow.

           “You want me to?” He asked and I shook my head. He smiled smugly.

“Good, now stab yourself in the shoulder,” he said and my eyes widened. Stab me? He was definitely crazy.

           “Wh..why?” I asked and he scoffed and folded his arms.

           “Don’t be a chicken, werewolf abilities are sometimes triggered by pain. So I guess we have to find out” he said and I shook my head.

           

“I can’t, you do it,” I said and the corner of his lips lifted in a smile.

            “With pleasure,” he said and grabbed the Knife and stabbed me in the shoulder and I let out a howl so inhuman that I fainted.