Prove him Right

Ollie couldn't stay a second longer. Boiling anger was running through her veins like hot lava. She knew if she stood in this suffocating place for one more minute, she would overstep her boundaries and slap this feral bastard across his face, then she would see who was an actual animal.

She knew he wouldn't hesitate to tear her to pieces then. She grabbed her bag and marched out the door without even looking back, to hell with all of this. She held back her tears by sheer will. She didn't even care about her job, frankly, it wasn't her job anymore.

Werewolves were too unpredictable, too overwhelming and her nerves wouldn't survive this.

A heart attack would kill her before they even tried to. She ran down the steps and the dirt path in her heels, passing houses in a blur. She must have looked pathetic, a human running with her tails between her legs because she couldn't stand even one of them. Ollie was still feeling fear coursing through her blood. She couldn't stop picturing those sharp bloodthirsty teeth just sinking into her throat and ripping her tonsils out without mercy.

Dangerous, that's what Ivailo was, a fucking walking disaster waiting to happen.

No matter how much Ollie needed the money, she wasn't going to die for it. She was going to take a taxi the moment she left this nightmare and give those facilitators of attempted murder a piece of her mind at the headquarters before she tore up her contract and quit.

Ollie ran past people who didn't even glance at her but she didn't care.  She must have looked like a rabbit on hind legs to these werewolves, running like her life depended on it. Ollie felt like a wolf was snapping at her heels, threatening to eat her whole.

She didn't want to seem like a coward to that son of a bitch but this was the reason he was acting like a grade-A asshole. She wasn't a fool. He was chasing her out, this unwelcomed guest on his land, in his territory. She wasn't welcomed and he knew she was too weak to stay, too scared to prove him wrong.

She was exactly what she didn't want to acknowledge, a coward. She wasn't a superhero, not even close. She didn't need to prove anyone wrong at this point. They were right. Ivailo was right. Her humanity would always win in the end.

Ollie stopped abruptly at the edge of a hill to catch her breath. She would have rolled downwards if she kept going. She stared at the pitfall in horror, even nature was trying to kill her. She held her chest trying to control the pathetic heaving. Her lungs felt like they were on fire and her eyes burned.

Dust fell from the spot her feet stopped and rolled down the path. It was steep and could kill any grown man if they ever fell. She almost dropped to her knees but she kept herself upright. It took her a moment to realize she was crying. Tears were streaming down her face and she was sucking in the air too fast. She gripped her chest in fright, the fright of the unknown.

What the fuck did she get herself into?

"The humans sent you here to die," Ivailo's lips mouthing those words slapped her like a ton of bricks.

She knew his statement wasn't farfetched. They were capable of that, especially those green old men in power. Her grandfather who was a war veteran would always say,

Sacrifice a few so the rest can survive.

Ollie stumbled back on her trembling legs then leaned down and placed her hands on her quivering knees. She must have looked like she walked out of a horror movie. She needed to call someone. She moved frantically pushing her hands into her bag and took out her phone. It almost slipped from her shivering fingers that weren't complying with her.

She was really in over her head.

Werewolves had an eccentric way of doing this, especially that insufferable man. Ollie swallowed the scream and finally opened her phone. She pressed the speed dial aggressively.w

And it rang but nothing came but a quirky voicemail, no one answered. She moved the phone from her ears to squeeze it in her hands. She never wanted to throw away her phone so badly in her life. She tried again but it went straight to that annoying voicemail again. Elizabeth wasn't picking up her fucking phone of all times.

"That little bitch!" She screamed. She squeezed her phone more with shaking fingers. Her nails sunk into the screen. Her lips were trembling too but she refused to cry more. She bit them in agony. The taste of salt in her mouth just made everything worse. She shoved the phone back into her bag and stood up.

She looked down at the steep hill and wondered how the hell anyone walked up this path. She had driven here on a paved road that pretty much led her into the community. This hill led to a huge amount of trees and into the unknown.

She was really in the middle of the forest, wasn't she?

The sun peered down at her and burned against her skin. It took only two hours for her to give up on this, two.

"Hey," came a voice out of nowhere and a tap to her shoulder. Ollie screamed and turned in fright. She stumbled backwards then felt gravity hook onto her shoulders.

Of all ways to die, this was how she was going out, rolling down a fucking hill.

A hand reached around her waist and dragged her forward stopping her from falling to her death. Ollie's heart has taken enough pressure for a day and almost gave out. Her blood pressure was on an all-time high and her eyes blurred from the shock. She blinked and blinked until the face of the person who held her became clear.

She stared into intense purple eyes.

It took a confusing minute for Ollie to register the situation. The person's face was deep in distaste but Ollie couldn't focus on that. She felt dizzy and disorientated. 

"Why are you running about my territory like you're a lost lamb?" A gravely deep sultry voice questioned.

It was a woman, a tall alpha woman.

Dirty blonde hair in a sharp short bowl cut swayed back and forth on the person's face. Fox shaped eyes with plump pink lips hovered over Ollie. She was being bent at an awkward angle. If she turned her head right now, she knew she could see that deadly drop just staring back up at her. 

The grip of Ollie's waist got tight in a second and she hissed at the pain. Why was every werewolf so hellbent on causing her suffering?

"You humans never seem to learn do you?"

The alpha was a spitting image of Ivailo Bridge but a much more beautiful feminine version, yet just as overwhelming. Ollie's arms were gripping the woman's biceps as hard as a snake would wrap around its prey. She was sure her fingernails were sinking into skin yet the alpha's face stayed the same, not even a hiss or a flinch like she was being pricked by a needle.

Ollie felt herself being steadied on her feet and the arm left her but she was still too stunned to speak. Too much has happened in two goddamn hours. Ollie brought her hands down and fixed her bag on her. She didn't know who this was but frankly, she didn't have it in her to care. 

"Thank you," She said and forced a polite smile on her face to look fine, even though the inside of her was a chaotic hole just waiting to continue caving in.

Fuck her debt, fuck Eliz, fuck this job.

She was never coming back here.

Ever, over her dead body before she ever stepped foot in here again.