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 anything, I heard her call my father's name loudly. Hell broke loose. My father came storming out, furious. And then I knew it was over.I barely managed to escape being hit with my father’s walking stick - a choice of weapon for all the punishments he meted out to me when I was young. But after dodging a few times, I felt a sharp pain in my side and my knees couldn’t hold me up anymore. I fell on the floor, taking all the hits until I had the strength to reach up and grab into my father’s trouser leg. He didn’t stop though; he only sneered at me.“Father, please,” tears were running down my face now. I hated myself for being such a baby at crying but what else could I do? “I don’t want to go! Please!” I begged the man who was meant to care for me, meant to make sure that I was okay.I grasped his trouser leg, trying to withstand the hits from his favorite punishing tool. The walking stick was hard to deal with, and I had nothing to do but hold on. I heard a stream of curses and insults from my father’s lips.Useless, he called me.Idiot, he said.Fool, he barked out as he aimed a shot with the bottom of his walking stick at my leg.I screamed out loud as some of the blows felt more than torture to me.“Father, please spare me!” I kept on saying, not caring how I looked. I didn’t care; I just wanted to be free. “You can set me free. I will not come back to this place! I promise! I just want to be free!” I pleaded with him.Yet, all I got were blows. Then at once, I felt a hand grab the back of my shirt and toss me away.The solid ground felt like a bed of nails. I hit my head on the ground, sobbing, and my body shook and trembled. I shivered. My clothes had somehow torn and a breeze was cooling my sweaty skin.“Father,” I croaked out, coughing.“You will be quiet!” He hissed at me, stomping his walking stick threateningly on the front porch wood. “You are nothing but a burden to me, you hear? You have been in this house, doing nothing but being a nuisance!”My jaw dropped. Who had told him that? Over his shoulder, I noticed how my stepmother’s gleaming eyes looked even happier than I had ever seen her in. My father continued, pointing the end of the walking stick at me.“And now, you will be of benefit to me for once in your life! You will be with Mr. Ralph! And you will serve him well!”I was about to explain when I heard a growl, and I felt fur brush a side of me.What the..?I turned and was shocked to find the wolf there. It was limping forward, snarling at the man.I was surprised with joy but then my heart was frozen. I knew my Wolf was badly hurt, and my father was an experienced hunter. How could he beat him? If my life has been doomed to no hope, I just ask at least the Wolf can replace me free to run in the forest.My father, who had already noticed how the wolf came forward to protect me, chuckled,“Oh, what a good day!” Unease pooled in my belly.“If only I knew beating you up would attract such an easy game, I would have done it weeks ago. Now everything is too late, but what the hell! At least it will buy me some drinks with beautiful skin.” The greedy taunting in his voice made me flinch.What was my father going to do to the wolf? The worry for the wolf overpowered the physical torture. I tried to stand up and make myself a shield before the Wolf. But the pain was so much that I fell down. All I could do was yell, "Run!"The wolf turned around to see me with his beautiful and comforting eyes, he let out a deep growl that echoed through the forest and then turned back to face my dad.Under my witness, I saw the wolf shift. I have heard the tales of werewolves but never in my life could I imagine meeting one.The shift, however, was not as smooth and easy as the tale goes, the wolf’s injured leg trembled and blood burst out from the wound during the shift. It tried very hard to finish the shift and when it was done, the wolf was covered all over with blood.No, instead of the wolf I got familiar with in the previous days, there was a man standing before me. His silver hair glistened in the darkness, giving all the difference in the night look. My eyes roamed through his face and I noticed his neatly carved eyebrows, his high cheekbones that belonged only to the royals, his rosy lips that were a little too red for a man.Finally, I lifted my head and looked into his eyes, only to meet a pair of ocean blue eyes staring right back at me. I got lost in them for some moments and couldn't look away no matter how hard I tried.It was only luck that my father was as astonished and he didn’t take the time to attack.The luck didn't last for so long as he seemed to remember himself. He whistled long and hard -the signal for uniting the hunters- and my brain jolted out of the temporary hold the wolf, i mean the man, had on me.I couldn't let my father call the hunters. If they all arrived, there would be no way for either myself or the man to escape. The hunters would stop at nothing until the man was dead. I had to prevent that from happening. I grabbed the man and ran away with him.The man refused to leave and just stared at both my father and stepmother like he would love nothing else but to kill them both."We have to leave! Now!" I didn't know if it was the urgency in my voice or the way I was already sobbing, but the wolf, I mean man, heeded me and we began to run away. The injury he spotted made it hard for him to run faster.Before we could move more than a few metres away, the sloshing of an arrow sounded in my ears. Before I could react, I saw the arrow fly between me and the man, missing my head by only a few centimetres.Was my father willing to let them kill me now?Another arrow flew and this time, it embedded itself in my stomach. I stopped running and clutched the place, my hand grazing the tip of the arrow. Blood covered my hands and continued to flow very fast, soaking my dress in crimson red."Fa-father!" I sobbed in agony.The last thing I saw was the way the man with me let out a feral wolf-like growl and his blue eyes seemed to be breathing fire. And then, I slumped.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
CLAIRE’S POV The next morning, I was awoken by Evie who stormed into my room to inform me that the bus would soon arrive. She was incensed since my Father had forced her to come up and pass along the information. I didn't let her see that I was disgusted by the fact that she's in my personal space and even though she was currently poking through my things and cussing out at them, I held my tongue. The quieter I am, the quicker she would leave me alone. And sure enough, she gave me a long annoyed look and walked out of my room, banging my door behind her hard. I got up and immediately prepared myself for school. I'd dropped out because Becky had convinced my Father that it'd be more lucrative for them to not waste their money on me when I could be more helpful at home. I hadn't understood it then but knowing father's current money problems, I knew now that it had to be the reason he eagerly agreed to Becky's manipulation. The only reason I'd pushed to resume school again was because
ALEXAKIS.I followed her immediately as my body was strong enough - which was barely. My pack were still grieving their loss and instead of me being with them and soothing them, giving them reassurances, I was currently watching the human girl climb slowly onto a large, yellow bus. She'd stepped out earlier, happy -at least there was a little smile on her face-, but the girl who stood beside her had ignored her all through, her lack of the excitement dwindling the little joy the girl I'd saved seemed to have. She said something to my girl when the bus rolled up, and now my girl seemed sad. When I realized that calling her 'My girl' deeply satisfied me, I was baffled. I wanted to understand the hold this lithe and small human had on me, but try as I might, I couldn't. I was drawn to her deeply and couldn't step away from her magnetic pull on me. Something told me that we were connected deeply and I was eager to explore that possibility, that maybe, she might be my partner. If I was