More of Animals

Ollie didn't even know why she wanted to know what he thought of her. This must have been affecting her brain more than she thought. She wasn't one to think of her looks as inferior or anything someone would have on their mind but Ivailo stared at her like she was a rare object. It was the scrutiny in his gaze that irked her and she didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit. It crawled under her skin like ants. She couldn't help moving her eyes away in discomfort. Why did he have to make this so awkward?

"The humans shot his mother with silver poison. It's a bullet you savages developed, to subdue us," He answered. His eyes left her to move to the sleeping child next to his thigh. She could see the grievance in his expression with how tight his eyebrows were drawn.  

Ollie's mouth went dry at the statement. That she didn't know. She didn't know anything about the human-werewolf war. The majority of the human population weren't told anything. Everything was wrapped up in a pretty bow and presented nicely in the media like it was some petty disagreement. The war was brushed over by some mediocre peace treaty the humans and werewolves supposedly signed.

The alarming fact was, Ollie had believed it. She didn't see any reason not to.

So this was why they made her sign a nondisclosure form. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat. She felt some guilt crawl through her gut even though she had nothing to do with this. When she went home, she was going to kill Eliz, stab her with her baking spatula.

"He'll be sick all his life, his wolf might abandon him if he stays like this,"

Each sentence seemed painful coming out of Ivailo's mouth. Ollie tensed because she didn't know what to say. It wasn't her place to even open her mouth. How could she ever salvage this situation? Why did she even ask?

Ivailo's head turned back abruptly and she was sure his eyes were shining even brighter and his expression was darker, much more wolf than man. She found herself retreating into the sofa and fear filtered through her veins again. He was angry, she could feel it. Her instincts alone told her to run when she saw his claws dig into the couch cushions.

Her legs turn to jelly on the ground and she almost tried to mend with the cushion when he smirked and a hint of sharp teeth could be seen. She crouched in the seat while gripping the hem of her floral dress.

She was too young to die. Her life had barely begun at twenty-three. She couldn't die now, not for some bastard who was the head of the military government. She sprung up and lifted her head. She won't accept this.

She glared back.

"Look," She started with her words coming out shaky but they were cut short when he stood up slowly. She felt something lodge in her throat at his daunting size. He covered the short distance between the large sofa and hers too fast. She didn't have time to register his closeness and she swore she almost peed her panties when his clawed hand landed on the arms of the couch on each of her sides. He crowded her and leaned down into her face with a pinched expression. She felt like liquid was gushing out of her when she rolled down the couch in fright to escape. His nostrils flared like he was scenting something, her fear, he was smelling her fear. 

Oh god, she must be stroking a fire she couldn't handle.

"Wait, Wait," She said frantically while her eyes moved around to find somewhere to escape but he blocked everywhere with his body. His leg pressed into her knees and his face inched closer until she could hear his breathing. His hands moved down and gripped her ankle. He tugged it lightly dragging her down further into the chair where her back was laying flat and her eyes were staring directly into his face. He leaned down more hovering over her so menacingly, Ollie almost called for Jesus. His glowing eyes seemed scarier than hell. She thought they were ethereal and unique before but would they be the last thing she sees before her death?

"Because of you humans, he'll be ostracized for being weak, he'll be pampered for being weak, he'll never be taken seriously because he'll be weak," Ivailo hissed curving his back to brush his nose against the side of her face. Ollie was too scared to even make a sound. 

"You coming here was just them, making you a scapegoat for us to take our anger out on, even to their own species," He whispered in her ears, " they're heartless,"

His hand moved up her leg. She could feel the ghost of his claw against her skin.

"I bet they were hoping we would sink our fangs," Ivailo blew out on her sensitive ear. Ollie didn't even notice that she was trembling. She wanted to speak, to say this was unfair. She had nothing to do with whatever happened to werewolves. She shouldn't have to atone for their mistakes but not a word could leave her quivering lips. She closed her eyes and held back the tears, She wasn't going to cry, no, that couldn't happen. This was unfair. Ivailo trailed his nose down her jaw pushing his head deeper like he was smelling nicotine. A shaky warm breath hit her neck and she trembled when she felt something sharp touch her skin. Dread sunk into her stomach. A prick of his sharp teeth vibrated through her.

"Right here," Ivailo continued pressing his fangs more, threatening to break skin, "to rip your throat out and quell our rage,"

Suddenly he was gone and Ollie collapsed on the couch and gripped the edge of the couch arm. She was going to empty the contents of her stomach on the floor. She never felt so scared in her fucking life. What was that? Why?

Ivailo let her leg go and moved to sit back in his original position. She was heaving and tried to push back the tears at the edge of her eyes. She wasn't even mad at him because he was right. She figured it out the second he mentioned poison. They sent her here to die. She will never trust easy money in her life ever again.

"That was uncalled for," Ollie hissed, "what you just did was harassment, how could you-?"

"We aren't like your species Ollie," Ivailo's face and hands were normal again. He wasn't looking at her at all but he patted the babies backs.

 "We don't kill innocent people that have nothing to do with our brethren's deaths,"

"Humans are more of animals than we will ever be,"