“Then you must know who I am,” I said, holding onto the door to the passenger's seat.
“Of course, you must be his mate, or perhaps his rejected mate.” She chirped in her birdy tone.
“Julian…” Jonathan called, but it sounded as if he was cautioning her.
“Is Dominic at home?” She asked, but her gaze was fixed on me.
“Yes,” Jonathan replied.
Without saying another word, she headed towards the house, humming a lullaby.
“Tell me, it had been planned that he would reject me even before he met me right?” I asked Jonathan, but deep down I already knew the answer. He didn’t reply to me, and he entered the car, starting it immediately.
I closed the door to the passenger seat and went to the back seat. He opened his mouth to protest,
“Nothing will make me sit beside you in front,” I beat him to it.
He figured I wouldn’t listen to him regardless, so he moved the car and we left the pack.
I felt betrayed, not because I was rejected by him—but the fact that he already had an arranged mate, and I wasn’t part of his plans, regardless of who I was.
We finally arrived at my house, and I stepped out of the car.
“Lila,’’ Jonathan called out to me, so I lowered my head close to the window of the passenger’s seat. “Don’t take what happened earlier personally. It’s in the interest of everybody. Keep living your life like our world never existed, as you’ve been doing before.’’ That was the longest word I heard him say.
“You should talk more often, it makes you more approachable.” I turned and walked home.
It was already past 10, I was sure my mom would be fast asleep already.
I was wrong.
“Where are you coming from?” she asked, holding a lighted cigarette in between her fingers.
I was about to tell her but I knew she wouldn’t believe me, and the fact that she placed me in that mess in the first place, only made me angry.
“You don’t have to know,” I replied, hoping she’d take that as a cue to stand up, since I have to use the stairs she’s sitting on.
“The next time you go out and stay out beyond 9:30, especially on days you are not on night shift, consider yourself evicted from this house.” She said, throwing the cigarette on the floor.
She used her leg to crush it, stood up, and headed for her room.
“You know I pay the rent, right!?” I screamed after her.
I already had some frustrations to deal with, so I concluded fighting with her wouldn’t be the best thing. And luckily my night shift was starting the following day, but I plan to go to work in the afternoon. I can’t spend much time at home, to avoid bickering with my mother.
I went to bed and I had that dream I hadn’t had in a long time, this time it was vivid and clear.
******
“Your night duty is starting today right.” My supervisor asked me, not looking away from the chart she was reading.
“Yes,” I said, adjusting my glasses.
“Then why are you here this early?” She looked at me.
“It’s boring at home.” I smiled.
She didn't press further, I guessed she was used to me being like that.
I was heading down the pharmacy, but not without me constantly looking beyond my shoulders. I’ve been getting that feeling of being followed since I left home before noon. At some point, I was certain I was being followed, but I couldn’t see who the person was.
I’m not the popular nurse in my workplace because of my antisocial personality. I don’t get along with the other nurses, and I don’t entertain my patients for long. They knew I had a problem, but since they are all professional they could tell it’s psychological so they didn’t press further.
“You’ve got a letter, Lila.” Judith, a fellow nurse in my department said, handing me a small letter with ‘Alpha Dominic’ written boldly on it.
“Meet me in the woods behind the hospital by 8 pm.”
From Dominic.
He rejected me yesterday, but he was seeking me out already.
“Alpha? Is that your boyfriend’s pet name?” Judith asked, curiosity glinting in her eyes.
“No, it’s a narcissist guy I know.” I smiled at her.
Judith and I don’t talk much, but she’s one of the colleagues I’ve worked with that didn’t stress me. She understood the fact that I always wanted to be alone, and I didn’t like it when people asked too much about me. So our conversations were always ordinary and minimal.
It was 8 pm, and I was still contemplating going into that dark wood to see Dominic. Maybe I should reject him properly this time. He told me to forget about his world, but he was there in the woods, lurking around my world.
I was standing for over ten minutes before I heard footsteps from the woods. He sure did keep to time, I was sarcastic in my mind when I noticed he might not be coming alone.
But before I could react, they were there already, hefty men, six of them. I moved back as fast as I could, but they surrounded me even before I knew it. And their movement made me realize they were werewolves.
“Did Dominic send you guys?” I asked, afraid he might have decided to just kill me instead of letting me live.
“Our boss requires your presence, it’s either you come with us gently or we handle you the rough way.” Wolf one said, his voice thick with irritation.
These people are evil. Then I did one stupid thing my instinct suggested, I started screaming.
“Help! Somebody help!! He..” A sharp blow to my stomach intercepted my shout, throwing me up in the air, I landed on my back.
They had super strength, and I already knew I had no chance with them.
“Don’t make things hard for yourself, human.” The second wolf spat, dragging me by my hair.
“Leave her alone.” It was Judith’s voice.
The wolf left my hair making me fall to the ground. “Are you here to die for her?” He said, walking towards her.
“Judith, get the police.!” I yelled from the ground.
But before she could even reply, they started shifting into werewolves, but what made my breath cease was Judith shifting into a pure white wolf before she launched at them.
Judith's POV “Where is Lauren?” I went straight to the point, definitely not in the mood to put up with her behavior. She can wait for Lila to get better then they continue their feud.“And how am I supposed to know that?” She folded her arms over her breasts with her gaze matching mine.“Don’t mess with me, I don't have the patience for that,” I warned, my voice instantly turning cold.She scoffed, stepping closer. “I don't know where Lauren is, if I were you I'd be worried about much bigger things than trying to get an innocent lady upset.” The way the words rolled out of her mouth felt so wrong. Like she knew something we all didn't. Something is wrong. Her confidence, everything.I arched an eyebrow, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”She shrugged nonchalantly, “I don't know, we'll see.”Her eyes sparkled with something deadly, something darker. Something beyond my understanding. I watched as she walked away, swaying her hips, my self-control slipping by the second. The s
Judith's POV I watched her struggling to hold them off, her arms vibrating as they stretched forth holding the already breached barrier in place. A stray tear rolled down the corner of my eye at the sight of her fighting to keep her eyes open.“Lila,” I called softly, a little whimper involuntarily escaping my mouth.I didn't think she could hear me, but she did; her eyes searched everywhere until they found me, her formerly lively face now paler by the second.“Lila,” I called again, feeling a little helpless at her current state. She's all alone out there, scared, drained. Fighting for the people who once treated her as an outcast because she was birthed by a witch. For the people who had wanted nothing more than to throw her out of the Packhouse.“Judith,” She whispered weakly, “You shouldn't be here.”I shook my head, tears spilling from my eyes. Tears I didn't want to shed for the fear of making her weaker. Tears I fought to hold back just so I could give her some kind of motiva
Brian's POV Saying I expected those words from Judith would be a blatant lie. I was taken aback myself. Didn't she break down a while ago when they got separated? Now she's throwing it all under the bus for some heroic move? Is this how quickly it is with women? The mood swing thing?“Excuse us,” I pulled her to the side, maybe I could talk some sense into her, just maybe. “What are you doing?” “Staying here to help. Isn't it obvious?” She asked back, feigning confidence even though I could see through her eyes that she wanted to be with him more than anything else.I sighed, shaking my head slightly.“There's nothing left for you to do here. Go to your mate.” “No.” She replied bluntly, making no attempt to comply, her eyes holding mine as if this was a staring competition.My hands moved until they settled on my waist, maintaining that posture for a while, just peering intently into her face. “You know, you and Lila, I'm starting to wonder who is more stubborn.”She shrugged casua
Judith's POV I staggered backward until I crashed to the ground, my legs suddenly finding it difficult to carry my body.Fear gripped me, my eyes taking in the gruesome scene before me.My ears suddenly became alert, realizing that the killer might still be lurking around waiting for the next victim.My heart throbbed vigorously against my rib cage, fear clouding my senses at the thought that there was a murderer in our midst and on the loose. And we had no idea who it was.I sprang up to my feet with determination, sprinting out of the room as fast as I could. I had to warn the others. Whoever it was that had managed to penetrate the Packhouse and eliminate Morinda was dangerous. They had to be alert.My legs descended the stairs rapidly, my steps were as light as a feather. It felt as if I was flying over them. “There's a killer in the building!” I announced breathlessly. My intention wasn't to scare anyone, just to keep them alert, but my approach was wrong. They stared at me wit
Judith's POV The ache in my body threatened to rip me apart. It was too much, too intense. This is probably the end of it for us. How did we not know it was the full moon tonight? Now we're all a wrecking mess, praying for some kind of miracle to happen.“Urgh!” My throat cracked along with the bones of my body. Why did this have to happen now? Has the moon goddess forsaken us? Is this how we perish?I would never have thought that the witch could harness the full moon’s energy to resurrect the dead. I've heard that it was possible. Only heard, not really believed it. And this was said to have happened over two hundred years ago. When witches were still allowed to coexist with werewolves. It all seemed like a nightmare I wanted to make up so badly from.“We have to leave now.” Jonathan’s voice interrupted my train of thought as he wrapped his arm around me, nudging me to move. His eyes burned with contained pain. He was trying his best to be strong for me. For us.Shaking my head in
Lila's POV I found it difficult to sleep after my encounter with the witch in that memory lane. For some reason, it scared me; I feared that she would reappear in my dream and trap me there. I've been trapped before, it's not a funny experience. Not something I wish to experience again.Her presence felt oddly familiar and I feared what that could mean. In the library, I searched for a book on ancient spells; I was bent on finding out how she was about to touch me in a trance. Despite looking for a while, I couldn't find anything tangible, but I kept looking, keeping my mind open for possibilities.Then the lights went out and I found myself stuck at the library. It was just me there, nobody else. A feeling of fear washed over me as my heart thumped rapidly against my chest as if it could explode at any minute.Luckily I was with my phone, so I was able to keep my corner illuminated until the saved energy was restored. I was going to return to my room when I met Judith and the rest.