Claire.Strolling down to school was almost no fun for me. Sometimes, I wished I had friends I could walk with, talk about boys with, make memories with or hell; something that would make my dad see me. But that didn't seem like my life. I never believed in such a fairytale. My life had no clue what a bed of roses meant. Evie does want my boyfriend, not because she likes him but because she wants everything I have. And now, making out with him? That was more hurtful than watching those animals, pierced by my dad's arrows because this was something of mine; oh yes my dad, very ruthless with that. Sometimes, I tried to put myself in the shoes of these wolves; what if I was one? This was how I would be hunted? Must be no fun at all. But it sure has its perks, you know. I wouldn't mind running naked in the woods, not caring about a thing, enjoying the cool wind mixed with the dew and smell of fresh, flourishing trees filling my lungs and blasting my hairy skin, making every strand of it
Claire.I was in no mood for small talk. I walked down the street, drowning in my thoughts about what played out a few hours ago. It's been ten years since mum left us and all he could say was, leave the past in the past? The audacity! Did he not love mum? Was it all fake? Is that how love works? Becky must have enjoyed the show; sitting in the corner with that wicked grin of hers. I just needed somewhere I could unwind. My cave seemed befitting. So, here's what happened; I woke up this morning, reminiscing mum's memories, how she always took care of dad and me. We were a lovely family, there was no hate like there is now. I wished I could turn back time just to be under her arms again on the couch as she stroked my forehead or maybe I would have gone with her. That'll save me from all the trouble I was facing. I went down the stairs, hoping that I would be free of some chores as it was a special day for me but I met dad in the living room, laughing and talking with his wife, Becky
Alexakis.Killing with Marcus was the most fun I had in a while. I enjoyed the blood rush in the heat of the moment; my blood pumping fast, all my veins craving the blood of the human and the zeal to kill. Who would have thought Marcus was going to be my partner in this? After that day, we hung out a few times, drinking and talking about it all. Well, he did most of the talking because I hardly said anything. It was a bit tiring for him, but what could he do? He had to make do with what he had at the moment; a friend that shared in his killing interest. I also became a person of interest to Angelo. He liked the way I handled the previous job and wanted me to keep at it. Might as well be his right-hand man after Marcus. I felt like I had found my place, I was accepted with open arms even though they didn't know everything about me. But that didn't matter. All Angelo cared about was a mercenary that asked no questions; that mercenary was me. "Alex, Alex." He called as he walked past m
Alexakis.In preparation for the fight, we had different press people coming up to do interviews, make videos of me while I worked and the like. I did like the attention but I didn't know if I was the right press anyway. My opponent seemed to have had a cycle of aggressive pasts, always leaving his opponents unconscious all because the referee wasn't strong enough to hold him down. They stopped him from fighting for a while but it seems like he was out again. I wanted to make sure he stays down this time. They called us in for a last interview before the match and this guy kept making deadly faces at me. I ignored it all because it was all going to be settled in the ring."So how do you feel about this match, Alex? Are you pumped about it?" A journalist asked during the interview. Thankfully, Angelo was there and ready to answer my questions. I'm sure he must have told them about my talking problem beforehand."Yes, of course, he's super pumped. As you saw earlier, he's been practis
CLAIRE.I was stumbling through the woods, racing home like something is after me. What I saw shouldn't have frightened me because I've seen a lot of fights in my whole life, but the brutality with which wolf man -who I now realized was called Alex- had delivered the blows, punch after hard punch cause the blood to drain out of my face, so much so that I became dizzy just rethinking about what had happened. I'd never wanted a fight to end like the way I needed that particular one to. At first, I'd been worried for him because his opponent wasn't easy on him and had won the first round. But then, Alex had switched up and shown the man who really owned the fight. I shivered and pulled my sweater tighter around me, speed walking through the path. The lights at home were still on and it told me that the time wasn't as late as I'd thought. I quietly pushed open the door, wincing when it squeaked a little. I was just about to climb the stairs when Becky stepped into the hallway, her gaze
CLAIRE.Becky turned to me in exasperation. "Like your mother. She couldn't be controlled, didn't want any form of discipline. Look where that got her." She spread her arms wide and my eyes shifted down to my father at her movement, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, his eyes fixed on his hands, I scoffed, turning around in disbelief. Father had never been quiet about how much my mother meant to him, even after he'd married Becky. Once, Becky had asked if my mother didn't teach me manners, this was during her early days, and father had gotten so mad, he'd almost hit her. So to see him here, quiet as Becky bad mouthed my mother, shocked me. "See what I'm saying, zero manners. Dirty habits you'd picked up from your mom but they were never beaten out of you. My husband has tried so much to love you the way you demand, but you're never grateful. You go around the house sulking like everyone here hates you, but you don't even care about my husband or any of us. If you did,
CLAIRE.I was still screaming when the figure stepped forward. I scrambled back, edging further into the cave and realizing my mistake when the person followed. I was about to die. I looked to the side of the person where he stood at the mouth of the cave, trying to determine my best bet at escaping my soon to be gruesome murder. I'd barely thought up anything when the figure lumbered forward, hands outstretched. I screamed and tried to dash around him, only to be pulled by my hands and jerked into the hard chest of the person. Before I could scream again, his hand came up and sealed my mouth shut, the smell of sweat strong. I struggled against the hold as my assailant moved me back into the cave, pressing me into the walls. I looked up at him, ready to plead for my life, to promise anything when I finally made out the features of the man. Alex. I relaxed a bit, until I remembered what I'd seen him do in the fighting den and that spurred my need for escape. I knew now that he was d
ALEXAKIS.Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow. Her head turned to my right and then my left as she tried to come up with what I knew would be a lie. I moved further away from her incase I couldn't control my urges to pull her into my arms once more. The feeling of her in my arms earlier was like nothing I've ever encountered and although I was still getting used to human emotion, I was pretty sure wolves shared the emotion I felt with her just then -Peace. Strange that a human girl would elicit such a strong emotion from me. I frowned at her, deep in thought. She probably took this the wrong way because her hands came to her front and she squeezed her fingers tight. "I saw you fight." I squinted my eyes at her, wondering if she thought I didn't know that. She cleared her throat when she saw that I had actually been referring to that when I'd asked why she was there -there being the Den. My eyebrows caved down when I realized that Angelo would be pissed that I'd left and had n