CHAPTER FOUR: WICKED MINDS

CRUEL'S POV

 

"And at the end one student will be awarded the Academy's best and go home with this." He points to a glass transparent box that the professors roll forward. Principal ass-licker picks up a sword that is like nothing I have ever seen. All the students mouths fall agape in awe. "A moon blade." The principal feeds their curiosity.

 

I don't want to be here; my head is banging, and my body is vibrating. I know if I stay the fuck longer here, I will rip my clothes off, and my bloodlust beast will take over. I haven't been able to put my shit under control since she left.

 

Little mate.

 

I turn my head to glance in the direction where she is standing beside the principal's daughter. She's not supposed to be here. I hate her for everything she made me suffer. I had to lock my mate bond after she rejected me and ran away. I don't want to ever feel that vulnerable with a girl again. They are all scum!

 

The principal twirls the moon blade, and the delicate patterns designed on it catch the light. It has a circle sigil imprinted in it, and at the center of the sigil is a crescent moon of deep purple curved to perfection, and subtle lines flow around it, signifying lunar energy. It glows with pale, ethereal lights; a silver wolf face overlaps the moon. It lays just below the moon, and it almost looks as if it's emerging from the moon's glow. The wolf's eyes are intense, with a human nose and mouth twisted in an animalistic snout. From the center, it looks like dark, jagged lines, angular shapes, overlapping triangles, upside-down crosses, and sharp arrows of black, silver, and deep purple are emerging from it towards the edge of the circle sigil.

The moonblade creates a chaotic and dark feeling. I want to fucking own it.

 

"...The best student who has completed the most tasks, and trust me, there can only be one will leave the academy with the moonblade as an award of excellence." All the students look in my direction; I wear a proud smile on my face, and Anna's sad face catches my eyes for a moment before I look away.

She's nothing to me. I refuse to feel.

 

 "or none." The principal says. "The student will use his blood rune to activate the powers of this blade. It contains the powers of our ancestors, powers from the moon, and of all the beasts and demons you will slay in the course of the training here on campus..."

 

I sigh and walk out of the congested hall; I can't take it anymore. The line of the teachers and counselor waiting to address us is endless; let the freshmen suffer that. Ruthless follows behind me.

 

"Cruel." Madison's voice is a low call from the hall.

 

"What the fuck is the bitch still calling me for?" I ignore her and continue moving; luckily, she gets the message and remains in the hall.

 

"She thinks she's special since we banged her all through last year." 

 

"I didn't bang her. I don't bang." I'm pissed. Something...someone is eating me up, and I would be damned if I admit who.

 

"Ahh yeah, I forgot no girl's pussy in this school is worthy of our cock; we only fuck their faces hard until their jaw strains and splits to their ear; that's if we are feeling generous enough." He laughs. "And for some reason Madison has gotten the wrong memo because we had her more than once."

 

"I just want to go to the chambers and fucking rest. I feel so restless right now. I may just go into the forest for a little hunt." I start redrawing the stiletto that I carry around from my combat boots.

 

Dash looks alarmed. "It's still day; you want to hunt publicly and get to sit twenty hours with the fuckers in our administration board and work out another peace treaty?" He tries to snatch the weapon from me, but I hold firm to it.

 

"I can't wait for the night to fall." I stamp angrily, crushing the dried leaves to powder beneath my boots as I move towards our chambers that are secluded from the other school building for very good reason.

 

"Keep your crazy intact. Night time is the only safe time. We put a danger sign within the perimeters of our chambers for a reason; any fool that crosses it knows what he's calling to himself."

 

"Or herself," I mutter.

 

"Yeah. Anna?"

 

Fuck! I punch the air angrily. "I fucking despise her."

 

 The ash-colored walls of our secret dorms, or, like the rest of the academy likes to call it, the dark chambers, come into view. Unlike the stone castle and towers that the academy is made up of, our hostel is a modern building that was put up specially for me with five-star luxury comfort.

Ruthless is too attached to me; he couldn't stay in the regular dorms, but two nights of Dark and Graves, the other two members of our gang staying at my dorm, they experienced my bloodlust wolf first hand, they ran like scared mice and they never came back, not even for a visit. 

 

"Of course you should. She killed Alpha Stephen CruelHart." 

 

What? I turn to Ruthless and realize that he is still talking. I zoned out a lot from reality, and I hate it. Did Anna really kill the man? We never saw any prima facie evidence; we are just basing our belief on circumstantial evidence, but I don't say that aloud; I'm not about to defend my father's murderer. "I don't want her here." I fold my hands into tight fists, my knuckles hurt.

 

"You want to avenge the Alpha's death."

 

We enter our special dorm; I pass the pool without bothering to enter, and cool in, nor do I ask Dash to light me a joint and sit on the porch to blow out; I pass the game section and the bar without stopping to drink a hot shot. I move past the well-furnished living room and straight into my bedroom, ignoring our regular routine.

 

"No. I want to avenge my father's death." I finally answer my cousin's question.

 

My dad had multiple personality disorder, one of my many 'inherited' disorders. I always tried to explain to my cousin, Ruthless, that my father and the Alpha are two different people; he never got it.

 

Not that I hated the alpha for those endless training sessions when he kept me away from Anna or when he sent me to men who used depraved punishment and reward systems to train me; those were special training sessions that excluded Dash. No one knew about them, not even my mom or little mate. 

 

My father, he bought me toys and made sure I spent time with little mate, buying her flowers and writing out poems for her. 

 

The Alpha, he turned me into this sick and twisted man; he introduced me to the world of drugs, crime, politics, and sex at a very early age. He put my whole mental health on the line. Now, I know I'm crazy, but I'm sick of their stupid diagnosis.

 

Dash fills a glass with water from the bedside dispenser, removes two tablets, and hands it to me. "Take your meds."

 

"I don't want to fucking take the stupid med." I push his hands away, causing the glass to slip and shatter on the marble floor.

 

"It's the only thing that will keep your crazy in check." He still has the tablet in his palms; he points to my mouth.

 

"You too are also crazy. You taken your meds?" I drag my braids roughly, causing the strands of my head to ache as I loose the braiding and drag my nails across my face.

 

"Yeah, I already took it this morning. I always take my meds."

 

I start removing my jacket and undoing the buttons of my shirt. I know what is about to happen; Ruthless knows what is about to happen. More of the claw marks and injuries on his body are not from battle like mine but as a result of my wolf's uncontrollable bloodlust. He is about to take over; he has a mind of its own that I seem unable to control. Dash knows what to do to stop me from transforming: either chain me down or force the damn drugs down my throat. I'm down to my briefs now.

 

Dash pushes me roughly, and I fall on the bed; he jumps onto the bed and kneels on my waist. My wolf struggles within me, attempting to punch Ruthless in the face, but my cousin is equally strong, so he manages to subdue my efforts and force the two tablets into my mouth and hold my lips tightly together.

 

 The bitter taste assaults my tongue. I swallow. My breathing slows. Dash cups my face and arranges my hair; he nods. "Good one, Jace." He stands from my body and arranges me to lay properly in bed and sticks a pillow under my head. I feel suddenly tired; my whole body is sweaty and covered in goosebumps. 

 

He removes his clothes, leaving only his dressing pants on; he sits on the couch opposite my bed and crosses his legs at his ankle.

 

"What are you doing?" I look to the curtains that are still drawn and the light bulbs flashing at every corner in my room.

 

"Leaving the lights in case you have one of your episodes."

 

"But you can't sleep with the lights on. You have fucking CRSD." That's one of the reasons we never shared the same bedroom.

 

"And who said I'm going to sleep?" He chuckles. "I don't want to end up as a meal for your wolf in my sleep." But his eyes are bloodshot, and dark circles rim the edges.

 

I smile sadly at Dash before closing my eyes. "Ruthless... I need dark ideas on how to break little mate. "You know... broken girls are my... favorite toys."