LaraAnd so, my journey to Elwood begins. On the way, I sell my dress. It's designer and worth a good penny. I sell my shoes, too. They won’t help me where I’m going. I buy second-hand clothes and keep the rest of the money for food. Before, I used to have all the food I wanted, and now, I'm struggling to even have a meal a day. I’m still a long way from Elwood and basically hitchhiking until I get there. I have to do a ton of walking every day and wait for a car to stop by. Nobody drives to that area—Elwood is specifically for rogues. The only reason why I know my grandmother is there is because I heard my father mention it once over the phone. ‘Not sure how I can be her son when she chooses to live like a rogue in Elwood and I wouldn’t touch a rogue with a ten-foot pole.’I don’t know what awaits me at the end of my journey. Will I even find her there? Is she still alive? I’ll only find out when I get there. It never crosses my mind to turn back and go home. For some reason, I’
LaraMy grandmother stirs sugar into her wild herb tea as I conclude my story. I can't tell much from the look on her face. She has the kind of face that is impossible to read. Maybe if I knew her better, it would've been easier for me to differentiate between her emotions, but I've not seen her often throughout the course of my life and when I became a teenager, I didn't see her at all."I'm not sure what your father has said about me," she begins, putting the teaspoon down on the saucer. "I'm not sure if he ever talked about me to you."I shake my head. "He never said a thing.""I want you to know the reason why I left," she states. "It wasn't for no reason at all. My mate—your grandfather, whom you never met—was what they called back then a 'typical' Lycan. He was proud, selfish, and arrogant, and although my father was also the same and I grew up surrounded by such men, I never agreed with it. "When I was a little girl, I had a common werewolf friend named Anne. She was the best
LaraI glance over my shoulder and see Ander sitting on the bench outside of the shop, just like I told him to. He appears to be distracted and that's exactly what I want; I don't want him to see what I'm doing here. I'd never recover if he did. I turn back to the shelf in front of me, my grip on the hand basket I'm holding slipping because of how much I'm sweating. Although I've gotten fairly good at this, it never fails to terrify me. Besides, the shop-owner is eyeing me suspiciously and that makes me even more nervous. To make matters worse, the store is practically empty. I'm the only one here. I put a bag of rice in the basket but slip another one in the pocket of my coat. The money I have is limited and won't be enough to buy everything I need. Selling fruits and vegetables isn't that profitable, and there's a lot that we need, like toothpaste, rice, and lately, protein. Finding animals is getting harder and harder, even when I shift and prowl around the forest for hours on
LaraI keep staring at this man who claims to have a proposition for me. He removes his beanie, revealing platinum blonde hair that is neatly brushed. He extends a hand, which I hesitantly grasp. "First, I believe I have to introduce myself. My name is Ambrose. Ambrose Logan. For the record, I would like to add that I am a Lycan. I feel the need to say this because many people don't trust Lycans."My hand stiffens in his and I pull it away. He raises his hands as if in surrender. "I want you to know that I'm not like them, which is why I have revealed the truth to you. I don't work with or for other Lycans. I am self-employed, but I have been approached with an offer that could change things. Do something good for the world.""I'm not interested, thank you," I tell him. "If there's any other way I can pay you back, I'd be much obliged. You can even take the groceries, if you'd like.""That went be necessary," he replies calmly. "I would just like for you to listen to what I have to
LaraKearwood is just as I remembered it.It's what people like to call a cosmopolitan city. A lot of different types of people can be found around here, and Lycans love this place. I vividly recall my father coming here for business trips when I was younger. I never knew what he was coming to do, but it's a name I've not forgotten. It makes sense that Ambrose has a strip club here. It is said that people are more open-minded here.I've been raised to look down upon such things. Prostitution. Stripping. Dealing drugs. But the man who taught me to never indulge in such things abandoned me and didn't care if I lived or died. He's a man with no moral compass, like all Lycans. I'm not against to the ways of the world. When I was living in the streets, before finding Elwood, a lot of women I encountered had to use sex as a means to an end. I never considered it because I was pregnant and wouldn't want to harm my baby in any way, but I saw it happen. Saw women climb inside cars of men who
"So," Ambrose says while putting his hands together. "Do you have any question for me? Anything at all? Apart from what we've discussed, that is." I shake my head. "I can't think of anything right now. I'm too excited and overwhelmed by everything that's happening. I guess I just need some time to sit down and figure everything out on my own." "Perfect," he says with a smile. "Now, I have to say that tomorrow morning is when your training will start. I'll talk to one of the girls and with Medwin as well. He's going to guide you through everything. Tomorrow at seven AM sharp, okay?" I nod, feeling butterflies in my stomach. "I'll be down here." "Anything else, please let me know. Oh, take this." Ambrose hands me the keys to the apartment. I can hardly believe that this is happening. I say, "Thank you for the opportunity. Really." He inclines his head. "Let's see how far we can go." I make it all the way upstairs. When I open the door, it hits Ander's forehead and he staggers back
Lara Toward the end of the day, I'm actually getting the hang of it, which impresses everyone, including myself. I knew before I stepped foot in the club that I wanted this badly and now, I'm actually proving that I do. By no means am I perfect, but it's the start of something, especially considering that it's my first time ever doing something like this. "Bravo!" Medwin says while clapping his hands. I bow dramatically, unsure of what else to do apart from staring at him and thanking him for the hundredth time. All the girls in the club cheer me on and honestly, I feel comfortable here. I have support, at least, and have no complaints about the girls. It seems everyone is here for work and they have their own clients, so there’s no need for competition. Everyone’s successful in their own way. Otherwise, Ambrose would never keep them here. When we climb off the stage, Ambrose is there. He hands me a paper cup filled with ice-cold water and I down it gratefully. He tells me, “You
DexterI take a sip of my drink while staring out of the window of my office. There’s a soft knock on the door behind me, and then I hear it open. I drink again, pretty sure that it’s my mate, Ellen, calling me down for the third time tonight. A dinner is being held downstairs, mostly with friends and her family since I have none. I can’t seem to find the energy nor the will to join them. “My love,” she says in a tight voice. “What’s wrong? Everyone’s waiting for you. We’re all expecting you downstairs.”I glance at her over my shoulder. Her blonde hair is in an updo and tendrils of hair are framing her delicate face. She’s dressed in a baby blue gown that really brings out the color in her eyes. She looks like a dream. But I can’t seem to love her more than I would love a friend. “I’ll be right there, Ellen,” I tell her kindly. “I just need some time to figure some things out.”“You told me that ten minutes ago,” she claims, a hint of concern in her voice. She then closes the do