Chapter four

I walked to the packhouse, and I met Claire, she was staring at me through the transparent curtain that hung around her window. I didn't bother to look at her as seeing her will only spring up to my piled emotions.

"What were you doing there, at the old womans' ?" He asked and I let out a hiss. Does he care what I do, sucking it up?

"What were you doing there too?" I asked back, looking into his eyes questioningly.

"You're my responsibility and-" he said and I break-in.

"Yes your responsibility, you shouldn't have adopted me, I was well off till you claim your mate bond and now what?" I said shrugging my hands to my sides and my eyes were swollen from the tears that had fallen off earlier, burning and fuming.

Andrea stood there, neglecting my very presence, he had sent his guard putting on his shirt, deceiving me the second time was annoying, I thought he had come to reprimand his steps but instead, he is standing in my front hands in his pocket whilst I look like a wild raccoon.

"You're under my protection, and you'll not go wandering around." He cautioned and tears trailed down my cheek, for the second time in my life I've heard this word again even thou his word was less harsh I felt a dagger through it like he owns me, I wanted to fly, that's been my trance, but there's no way a pauper and a pansy like me can be a rising star, I smirked, jerking my hood from the warrior that stood beside me, casting a shadow on me with his intimidating height I walled through the garden angrily.

"This I going tougher than I thought, peww." 

It has been a long day, longer than the thirteen years I had spent with that which of a wolf, my mate made it depressing for me, leading me on, I smirked then bounced into the heart of my bed, my hands to my racing cracked heart, I was in pain. Tears rolled from the side of my eyes onto the bedspread, and like a million clouds my eyes drowned into a drowsing, that's the end of it, the lousy day, the lousy pack and my mate's betrayal. The heart never sleeps, the pain I felt ended and I was in a wonderland, like Alice, 

"Do you think she'll be able to survive?" The man suggested.

"She has to die." She said leaping her pads from the grounds towards me as I clutched to the bedsheet, her black fur of the blackened ebony and her eyes glistening from the reflection of the lightning that separated my path from hers

Like a flash of lightning, it withheld and I gasp for breath, the whimpering sounds echoed through the empty walls of the room and I draw the bed sheet to my bare chest, I lead into a sob, gazing through the window to the crescent moon that hung just above the sky outside. 

I should have just died, thoughts pierced through my mind, Collins how he had told me moonlight stories every night after this awful dream, I would hang onto the windowsill whilst we chat. He tells me about the enchanted princess locked up by her wicked mother until she decided to fly, but no one is here to ease what I felt the fear that is itching through my bones as I shivered in fear, and the silence that crept through the city and u could hear the distant howling of the wolves in heat, calling out for males. Whatever it is like the feeling I never truly felt it and it is a relieve I didn't get to feel some of the wolve's cravings, omega's like my mom are known to be denialists, and slimeballs, that's what my stepmother calls my mother, she shouldn't have married my dad, and every fucking day I wish she was alive to shove candies into her pathetic beta ass. I wasn't addressed as one, and it okay I've grown used to it.

He ran his hands through my cheek, 

"No way you are seducing me," I said and  He chucked and his chuckled irks through me. "You're not going to force me to become your mistress."

And here we go again, another heavy chuckle. "You have no idea right, I don't care what you feel, Lucia Danes,"

I stuttered, but mustered up the courage to ask him," how did you know my name."

He smirks, "just be careful of your choices,"

"If you don't care, then why the necklace." His fast steps changed into slow and now steady ones, and I could sense the smirk on his face fades away.

"Don't ask expeditedly."

"Why? Did my question catch you off guard?" I asked, smiling triumphantly his eyes furrowed and I could see the strands of the emerald iris in his pupil dilate.

I was lost in them, for that moment I desired to always be in sight of him. Andrea, my wolf called and I looked at him as a heat spy through the atmosphere that was cold and minted to one degree Celsius. We were burning, flaming up in the desire I believe he had too. I plopped myself forward, or so did my wolf forced me to draw closer to humour lips almost close but yet distant, and I listened to his heartbeat placing my ear on his chest, he was the pillar I leaned onto, I want, but not mine.

He pushed me forward, and I couldn't understand why, it was only the two of us I thought, and when they came a close smell lingering around, stronger and as I turned to see the woman in her armour matching towards the both of us.

She throws daggers at me. And I could sense her rage from within, I stroll down, leaving the two couples to themselves, Claire, down spirited everywhere seemed lively and the way they associated with each other gave me some sort of positive vibes, a smirks formed on my face when a kid ran my path and gave me a rose, 

 "you're pretty," he said. Before the young woman dashed towards him tugging into him and the disgust on her face showed they castigated me, give them the time they'll adapt, my wolf said assuredly, she's the only thing closest I have now.

I was disturbed by yesterday night and I couldn't deny it, passing through the town, I couldn't believe my wolf made me walk over such a distance yesterday night, and I came to a halt, I was curious and I needed to see the old woman again, but those men and how secluded her space was, scares me.

I closed my eyelids focusing on the scent that came to me at once, as I hold onto the necklace around my neck emanating some confidence into me.

Among them is Fiona, her face twisted so glaringly at the man that stood opposite to her, I could imagine only how petite she look in armour, I can't be bothered to react this time. The smooth gait of a hand on my shoulder brought me to the moment, the training field was busy today more than ever, I wanted to ask.

"It's Saturday, training is a recap of everything over the week," Robins said and I gave a nod.

"What are you doing back here?" She asked not looking up, my scent already sold me. 

"Well, training," I said walking past her not minding her, but his scent was on her, I turned looking over my shoulder, millions of questions running through my head.