Claire’s POV:
I continued my normal life. Although it wasn’t a good one.By the time I had gotten to eat dinner, my family was already off to rest, having eaten hours ago. I took a peek at the clock. It was 11 pm already, and it was only now I had gotten to eat dinner.My stomach growled with anticipation of the meager bread and chicken soup with leftover salads I had managed to scrounge up from my stepmother and stepsisters’ dinner. My father was back but hadn’t joined them for dinner; I still kept a plate for him in the kitchen lest I be woken up in the middle of the night to prepare his dinner.The kitchen was dark with the lights flickering and I turned and looked at the corner where I was used to eating most of my meals on. My heart clenched as I looked at that dark corner, with tears pricking my eyes but not falling. I don’t remember the last time I cried in this house, or at least not so openly. Only in my bedroom, my sanctuary, could I even hope to let my emotions show.There was no sound, nothing but the sound of crickets and the cool breeze raising the curtains, cooling my skin. I knew that by now, no one would come back downstairs to check on me.They were all fast asleep, and likely nothing short of an earthquake would wake them. At least that much I knew about my stepmother and my stepsisters I hated to be around.I picked up my bowl of soup and bread and walked out of the kitchen to sit at the dining table. I was in the chair that one of my dreadful step sisters would normally sit in, and I placed my plate on the placemat with a soft thud. With a sigh, I began to eat the slowly cooling soup, enjoying the way the warm food moved from my mouth down my throat and made my entire body warm.That was the only meal I had since the time I ate breakfast.Unwittingly, my mind began to drift to the last memories I had of my mother, of her singing to me while I drifted off to sleep, of her sumptuous meals that she would make me whenever I felt even a little bit hungry.Ever since she was gone, it was like I lost a light in my life, filling my entire heart with darkness. I was alone, truly alone. And it hurts to admit, even now. My father didn’t care for me, and he didn’t bother asking after me. It was just me in the world, having to face the abuse and bullying from my stepmother and stepsisters. Their taunting words, their foisting all the chores on me, making me their maid.I felt a tear spill over my eyelids and drip down my cheek like a lone stream of sadness.I closed my eyes tightly, gripping my spoon tightly. I didn’t want to cry, I didn’t want to show any sort of weakness. I had long learned that it was dangerous, as my bullies would sniff out my weakness and try to break me. I shook my head minutely, ridding myself of those thoughts and moving to continue eating my pitiful dinner.I nearly finished my food when I began to hear a whine. I stopped, my spoon in midair, on its way to my mouth.The wolf.I had nearly forgotten about it in the chaos of trying to finish up my chores. I sniffled, dropping my spoon down into my bowl with a soft plop.The wolf must have been hungry as well.I stood up, my mind in a flurry as I began to think of what the wolf animal could eat. Wolves liked meat, didn’t they?I went to the fridge, bringing out the slab of large pork sausages that were close to going off. Hopefully, no one would notice that I was taking a part of the meat from the fridge. Then again, as I was the one who ended up cooking, I doubted they would notice.I walked out, making sure to not make any noise as I left the back porch and moved towards the bushes where I could now hear more whines coming from. As soon as I spotted the fur of the wolf, my heart nearly stopped.I could now see why the wolf was whining.Not only was it likely very hungry, but it also had an injury on its leg. An injury that I had been unable to notice in the afternoon. And by the way, blood was caked on it, it was a very deep wound.“I’m sorry,” I said in a whisper, bending down with the sausages in my hand. The wolf noticed it and began to look at me, meeting my eyes with understanding. It was a little bit odd, feeling like this animal could understand the words I was saying, but how else could I describe how it felt?“You’re going to be okay,” I said to it while slowly cleaning the wound. “Okay? It’s going to be fine.”I noticed how the wolf’s head was inching toward the sausages and I remembered.“Oh, you’re hungry,” I stated, pushing the bounty toward his mouth. He gulped it up without much warning and I found myself giggling at the sight.I must be mad, the thought occurred to me before I shook my head.If anything, I deserved a little bit of joy in my life.After successfully cleaning the wolf’s wound, I noticed that it was now trying to push itself from my grasp.“What is it?” I asked out loud, only to find the wolf standing up. The wound didn’t look as bad anymore, nevertheless, I winced in sympathy as the bandages began to soak with blood.“Don’t move,” I told the wolf. “You need rest,” I tried to make it understand.However, with an ache in my heart, I noticed how it seemed to be looking into the forest behind us as if it was searching for something.It wanted to leave. It wanted to return to its home, I realized.“Go,” I said. I steeled my heart for the little twinge I felt. I had taken care of this wolf and now, like all the good things in life, it was leaving me.It must have heard the crack in my voice as I told it to leave, and it turned its head to look at me. It showed guilt in its eyes, a little bit of hesitation.“Go,” I said again, in a hoarse voice.This time the wolf did turn back and begin walking into the forest.Away from me.Claire’s POV:After watching the wolf walk away from me, I sniffled, bringing my hand up to my face.My fingers touched wetness and I felt stunned.Why was I crying?I didn’t know. Maybe it was the fact that I had nothing else to do, or no one else - be it a human or a wolf or an inanimate object - to talk to. I sniffled again, feeling bereft. Even if it was merely for a day, I found a kindred spirit in that injured wolf.I looked at the edge of the forest, half-hoping to hear a few sounds. Maybe a sound that would show that the wolf hadn’t left yet?But there was nothing.With a shake of my head - Claire, you’re being too sentimental for a reason, I tried to chide myself. I turned and began my slow walk back to the house. As soon as I entered the backyard, my hackles rose and I froze as my ears picked up a voice.It was my father.He was up. I crouched low, hearing him talking. “Is it enough time to still get some? I can hunt some game tomorrow…” my father’s voice trailed off and my
Claire’s POV:It only took me an hour to conduct my plan.I had no choice but to make do. I didn’t even bother to pack anything. I simply didn’t want to let anyone know that I was on the move.I bit my lips, beginning to put my legs over the windowsill. I needed to make a swift drop, and though the height was slightly dizzying, I knew that I had no choice. I needed to leave before anyone would come.With a quick push from where I was seated on the window, I dropped down on the floor with a huff. I kept my knees bent, waiting until I felt stable enough to straighten up. I looked back at the window from which I had jumped.I was successful.Joy filled my heart and I sniped. The sun had risen fully and I was free. I turned towards the direction of the forelegs, on my way towards my new life when I heard a titter.“So you want to escape?” It was the voice of my dreadful stepmother. I froze, horror filling my being.No. No, no please not this.Before I could even stop her from doing anythi
ALEXAKIS POV When I was younger, I'd wondered how it'd feel like if one day, I'd finally be able to morph into a human, claiming my werewolf gene and finally belonging with my true family. I'd always thought it'd be a smooth transition, almost like a sensual dance - with ease and a flow, forgetting that my body was made of bones and muscles, blood. Reality slammed into me just as I was shifting. I let out a loud howl as my bones broke - or felt like they were breaking, but then I felt them stretching, readjusting themselves to take the form of a human. My torso stretched as well, my ribs shifted and that pain was so excruciating that I growled loudly, my head bowed. It was my face that hurt the most though, because my snout retracted, my eyes reformed and my mouth and jaw feels changed. Completely altered. I blinked furiously, my vision getting smaller till all I could see was the man directly in front of me. I stared up at him, hunched over, even though I knew that I should proba
ALEXAKIS POV As I watched the girl lying on the floor, I was forced to do the next best thing I could think of...I transformed back into my wolf form.The first person I came across, I tore him to pieces with my sharp fangs. The howling of pain that the man let out gave me little satisfaction from all the anger blazing within me. I released him and grabbed the next person I could lay my hands on, I clawed him and heard him gasp for breath. By the time I looked at the wound I gave him, I saw it was a cut to his stomach. The wound was so wide, I doubted the man would survive it, but I didn't care.A bullet wheezed past my ears and I trained my eyes on the person that I knew who shot it. The moment my eyes settled on the man, he took a step back and another and another. I stalked toward him and refused to back down. I got to him and jumped on him. My fang sank into his face and I bit off a chunk of flesh from it. Another heart-shattering scream rented the air.By the time I jumped down
9Alexakis POV Where was she? Where could she have gone with that much of an injury that she suffered from?My mind whirled over so many questions at the same time but I suppressed them. I knew that my first and foremost action should be to look for the girl and make sure she was alright. That brought my mind back to her parents. Could they have followed our trails and kidnapped the girl back when they realized that I was fast asleep? If by the moon goddess that was them, I would make sure that they didn't live to see the next sunrise. How could they have kidnapped the girl they wanted dead?The question brought me the answer I needed. Those hunters couldn't have done it. The fact that I was alive was proof of that. If they were the ones who really stole the girl from me, then I would either be dead or in a cage by now, given how serious they were about making me lose my life.If it wasn't them though, who else could have done such a thing?I knew that the more time I wasted broodi
10.Alexakis povAs I carried the girl in my arms, I was reminded of the fact that I had no real home to take the girl over to. I never had any home, to begin with. Except with the wolves I live with. And when I say wolves, I meant the real ones. I never knew what my identity was. I didn't know if I belonged together with the wolves or with the humans. All I knew was that I grew up with the wolves. They were the only family I had. It wasn't until recently that I found out that I was even a human myself.The change had happened even very rapidly, and that too in the camp of hunters. One of them spotted me and that was how I sustained all the injuries that I did. It was while I was escaping from the humans that I ventured into the territory of the human girl and she helped treat my sustained wounds.Now that I have to take the girl somewhere to recuperate, I didn't know if I should do it with the wolves or take her to an actual hospital. Do I even know how these places work? Decidin
11.Evie's POV For five days after I had that awful encounter with those evil people who tied me up and asked men to fight over me to gain ownership of me, I battled with either staying alive or giving in to the pain and just dying. Perhaps I would have chosen to die since that would just end everything, but I could see the struggle the wolf, I mean man, had to make sure I stayed alive. The least I could do was not disappoint him. And even though it seemed very hard like something I would not be able to do, I kept pushing through and through with everything that I faced. I didn't know what the man kept feeding me but at least they kept me alive.Like always, I flicked my eyes open and blinked at how dark the room I was in was. I coughed and coughed when some kind of smoke got into my lungs until I could calm down. I blinked again, trying to adjust my sight to see in the dark. Soon, I looked to the side and saw that there was some kind of fire burning wherever I was in.I saw the ma
CLAIRE’S POVMy father dragged me out of the cave and I turned back to look at the man who fell to the ground as the pain of his injuries overwhelmed him and made him weak. I swallowed the sob that threatened to leave me when I saw the bodies of some wolves that my father's men had killed. I hated my father now more than ever but knew that I'd have to stay with him if I wanted to make sure that the man and the other wolves were safe. I looked up at my father, not failing to see the sneer he had on his face, his features contorted with disgust and anger.He glanced down at me then, his face darkening with unbridled rage. We'd be walking for a while now, out of sight from the cave, when he suddenly thrust me into the arms of one of his men. Strong hands gripped my arms tight and pulled me roughly along them. The walk from the cave back to our home was long and tiring and my arm got sprained along the way because the man, Rufus, kept squeezing my hand and jerking me around, walking fast