After walking a few blocks away from the Fight Club, I could breathe easily because I made sure no one had followed me and I was in a safe area. That's why I took off my mask. Then, for extra security, I changed my hood to a red wine-colored one and my dark shoes to pink ones that Aunt Susan had gotten me at a garage sale for $5.
I pulled my hair into a high bun and walked on more calmly to get home.
Not by mistake could anyone mistake me for Sage, which was a relief to me.
You have to buy food, my she-wolf said boredly.
The reminder wasn't necessary; I knew very well that we had nothing in the fridge, so I took some time to make a purchase that would last the whole week, but first I had to make a strategic stop and order a good hamburger that could calm the hunger I was feeling.
William was right when he said that after a fight, the first thing you feel is the urge to eat. So I ordered something simple and classic: a double cheeseburger with a side of fries. I ordered quickly and went out back so the smell of barbecue could hit me full on; anyone could call me crazy, but I needed to cover up the fact that I had no smell or Mr. Frank, the man selling at the store near my house, would ask questions I wasn't willing to answer.
When my order was ready, I ate quickly with the help of my soda, then resumed my walk while eating my potato ration as if there was no more trouble in the world. Ignoring the fact that surely Aunt Susan would be a disaster of epic proportions when she arrived,.
Thinking about the mental toll of having to attend to her and deal with that was not something I wanted to do. If only she had been able to pull through, things would have been different, but reality sucked.
"Are you okay, Snow?" asked Mr. Frank in a kindly way when I arrived at his tent.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied with a smile, and he frowned before sniffing me.
"You reek of onions and meat; you should take a good bath when you get home," he said, and I nodded.
I knew he would do that and say the same old words, so I made it a point to always catch the scent. In a way, he was my alibi in case someone from the herd came to ask about me, which would be unusual, but I didn't like to leave loose ends everywhere, and Mr. Frank had somehow become my ally.
I took a basket and filled it with what I needed to eat for the week. I added some cleaning supplies and a couple of my favorite candies. What caught my eye were some new headphones that seemed to have good sound reduction. I didn't hesitate to grab them.
"Those are expensive," Mr. Frank said ruefully. "But you can pay for them piecemeal if that works for you."
His offer was one of the sweet things about the older man, but I dismissed it every time because I didn't like to abuse him.
"I'll take part of my savings to buy it this time; don't worry," I said calmly, and the man nodded.
He billed me for everything, and I paid without a hitch.
"I hope you achieve your goals; you are too good for this pack," he said seriously, and I took the words as a compliment.
After the death of my parents and the rejection my aunt suffered, somehow people expected me to be someone terrible. The background was there, but the reality was that I had promised myself that I would not make my family's mistakes.
That's why I hoped I would never find my mate.
A mate is a blessing; don't throw him aside because you're afraid, my she-wolf mused, but I ignored her as always when I thought about that subject.
I walked leisurely until I got home, and when I entered deeply, something in the atmosphere was not normal.
I inhaled deeply, and the scent of a wolf flooded my nostrils.
It was different from any I had ever smelled before.
I frowned immediately as I remembered that this was not the date nor the usual time when the supervisors responsible for the orphaned minors in the herd came to make their visits. In addition, the smell was not remotely familiar.
Which made me seriously question whether my aunt Susan had been stupid enough to let a complete stranger into the house. The thought of that immediately upset me, so I left the groceries in the entryway and started checking.
I inhaled sharply again and noticed that the smell was subdued, which meant that whoever that wolf was, he was long gone from our house. I cursed through my teeth, so I did a visual inspection and realized that they had rummaged through our things, which put me on high alert.
I ran to my aunt's room and found her snoring with more cans of beer than I remembered. I immediately checked her to see if she might be unwell, but her vitals seemed fine, and she had the nerve to stir uncomfortably from my inspection. She said something unintelligible, which made me growl with rage.
I realized that, all in all, she was just completely drunk, but she was fine.
So I went through all areas of the house, part by part, to see what could have been taken, but nothing seemed valuable enough to do so. Everything was in disarray, but nothing was missing.
It looked like whoever had gone in had done so to look for something and didn't find it.
Something is wrong here, my she-wolf said seriously.
And I believed her. She wasn't usually wrong; she was a pain in my ass and a challenge for me, but she was the one I trusted the most, so I couldn't let go of her concerns. If she said something bad had happened, it was because it had.
"Now I have to tidy up this mess," I mused angrily.
I did it in a hurry, then arranged the groceries in the refrigerator and pantry. I organized everything for days and had on hand a painkiller for the headache Aunt Susan would wake up with the next day. I left it on her bureau, and after securing the door and windows, I went to take a shower to help not only wash away the smell of fried food but to calm the nerves that were consuming me.
"Who would come looking for something in this house?" I asked for nothing in disbelief. "It's implausible to me that anyone would even think there was anything of value here."
Aunt Susan had pawned almost everything to pay for her vice, which made nothing sense, but I did have a lot of suspicion and, to some extent, fear.
What was meant to assure me that the intruder wouldn't come while we were asleep?
Rest; if that happens, I'll take care of it, my she-wolf mused in a vain attempt to calm me down.
I could count on her, which was good, but I couldn't count on Aunt Susan, who used alcohol to lull her she-wolf to sleep because she hadn't coped with the rejection of her mate. To think that she had to resort to that in order to numb the pain was not what I expected in my life.
Before my parents' deaths, I thought about finding a love like theirs.
"That only happens in fairy tales," I said before I went to bed.
I took the photograph of my parents, kissed it, and fell asleep, thinking of a better future.
WilliamI had woken up that morning in renewed spirits. I felt I could handle anything; however, no one had prepared me for what was about to happen, and not even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined it.I left my room with a feeling of happiness; so great was my enthusiasm that my father noticed it and frowned."Is there something interesting about why you have that smile plastered on your face?" my dad asked with interest, and I denied it."No, I just want to get to school as soon as possible, that's all."Dad set the silverware aside on his plate and stopped his breakfast, which was not a good sign."Since when did you become so interested in being on time for school?" he asked now with a mocking tone of voice. "It took years for you to adjust to waking up early, and yet you're still complaining. What aren't you telling me?"My father's perception was unique, as was his nose for detecting my lies, so I was a bit honest."I have a feeling I'm going to meet a pretty girl today,
Snow My luck couldn't be worse every day.And the clear sign of it was the fact that I had been assigned to a group with William Walker himself, who was looking at me as if I was a piece of trash to be thrown away. At that moment, the thoughts I had about him settled much more in my mind.He's a jerk, I thought angrily.To me, he looks like someone who is very sexy, and he smells very nice. You could say his scent is tantalizing, my she-wolf said with a certain teasing tone.I slyly inhaled his scent and noticed that it was much thicker, stronger, and concentrated, which made me a bit arrhythmic. It was too pleasant, so much so that a part of me wanted to bring my nose to his neck and not peel off immediately. Not only was it a tantalizing scent, it was too mesmerizing, so I had to control the urge to get close.The good thing was that William made it easy for me to feel like getting away from him because he was an arrogant fool who looked at people like they were trash.Another time
WilliamThe scent of rogues was too strong and overpowering.That meant there were too many of them in the forest, and I didn't know what they wanted or why they had decided to violate the treaty to come so close to the school, but I did know this was bad because none of us present had changed. We were werewolves in training who had yet to meet their primary beasts, so this could only be summed up as a disaster.The worst part was that most of us had never received tactical training in our lives.There were very few of us who had that privilege; I could count them on the fingers of my hands, and the class was about 200 students.This is a problem, I thought angrily.I touched my neck and controlled my breathing.Whatever the tranquilizer dart had in it must not have been very strong; it must have been slow-acting, so I still had time to alert the others, especially Professor Conie, to get help.I was responsible for everyone at this point.They were the members of the herd that I woul
SnowRunning away was not in my dictionary.I had learned to face certain situations and avoid others, but I would not run away from a fight at such a vital moment as that, when innocents were in danger. That's why I made William think I was running away without actually doing it.I wasn't going to leave him helpless with the rogues; he wasn't alone, but he was at a great disadvantage, and I wasn't a fool who would run off crying for help.The boy may be a haughty jerk, but he's too noble for him to realize it himself, so I like him already, my she-wolf said, and I shook my head at her comment.Of all the things she could say in this position, I wasn't expecting that one, though the truth was that she was right, albeit that it surprised me. William was trying not only to get me to safety, even though he considered me an outcast, as he had rightly said minutes before, but he was seeking to protect the members of the pack who could not take care of themselves.That was not only noble; i
SnowHow did we get to this point?That was the first thought I had when I looked at the empty bottles lying on the dining room table, a sure sign that Aunt Susan had not only come home late but that she had spent the money I gave her to buy the week's food on alcohol, all for the purpose of getting drunk.Realizing that I wasn't going to wake up for a few hours, I cursed through my teeth and checked the refrigerator for something that might assuage my hunger. When I opened it, I noticed that, instead of having any fruit or vegetables, I only had a six-pack of her favorite beer."I have to take care of the grocery shopping myself," I said wearily, and I went back to my room.I immediately did something I always did whenever I felt like my head was going to explode and I needed to calm down: hug my parents' picture. It seemed like a silly gesture, but it helped control the rage I sometimes got from the crazy situation I was living in.They were a couple who were once the envy of the pa
SnowArriving at the Dean's office, the least I expected was for the secretary to look at me with arrogance. So I gave her my sarcastic smile and let her see that I wasn't at the right time to put up with her off-handed phrases."Come in; the Beta is waiting for you right now," she said, and I sighed.I knocked on the door and walked through as the man who controlled everything here told me to do so.His gaze was piercing, as were his black eyes, so I bit my tongue lest I say something I might regret later. And well, voice. He had a couple of acidic comments about it."So you finally showed your claws?"I didn't miss his tone of voice, and I knew he was teasing, so I didn't give in, and he snorted at my attitude."Why didn't you do it outside of school?" He asked curiously, and I frowned. "If this had been done outside or wasn't caught on camera in front of so many witnesses, I'd possibly let it all go under the table because this is Britney we're talking about: a bully, a repeat offe
SnowThe cheers from the little audience that knew me energized me.So I raised my arms and threw my costume cape back a bit, which caused the crowd to shout again, only a little louder."And now with you: the Demolisher!" shouted the cheerleader.On the other side of the cage entered my opponent, a much larger werewolf and maybe over 100 pounds than I had. People seeing him made a lot more noise, and I understood why.To the naked eye, I was a petite young woman, so people tended to take me for granted, and that made me smile. I didn't need to be smart to understand that the betting board was going against me and that the majority had bet on the man.So much so that the cheers towards him were deafening.Anyone would say he would knock me down with one punch, but if anyone had seen my previous two fights, they understood that didn't define anything. And my opponent wasn't aware of that. The man, who had a tiny mask on, came over and saw me from head to toe, then laughed fearlessly, m
WilliamWhen I entered the Fight Club, I never imagined witnessing what I witnessed.Hours earlier, I had heard my father's men talk for the umpteenth time about the famous Fight Club that operated in an area away from the herd. Everyone seemed not only excited but always expectant at the thought of witnessing the majestic fights that took place there.The brand-new place functioned as a bar, but this was the face that hid a fighting cage in which werewolves measured themselves in fights that bordered on madness. So, that night of boredom, I decided to visit the Club to get out of the monotony.I convinced Bernard, one of my father's guardians, to give me the address."I'm sorry, but I can't let you show up at that place; if the Alpha, your father, finds out, it will be a problem for everyone," he said, and I smiled amused."Fine, don't give me the address; I think I can get it somewhere else, but I warn you, I will no longer serve as your alibi when you want to go brothel to those ou