Not Meant To Be Friends

I stopped struggling when Easton was pushed. His body was repulsed against the tree. I didn’t know what to feel.

I didn’t know why but I was happy that he appeared for his sister. Luke was wrong. Adolphus loved his sister too much to let her rot under the arms of a dumb werewolf.

Adolphus threw me a glare. It was enough to make me understand he loathed me. Maybe because I was human. There was no reason for him to hate him but I had a thousand reasons.

I could imagine him waiting for my death, in his little cell, waiting for Nialliv to open his cell and send him into the wild.

I can still imagine him in another position; taking his sister and leaving me back to find a way out myself.

Still, I had one rule: I’d be my own superhero. No one would humiliate me by offering me a fake hand.

But the more I stared into his glaring eyes, my earlier thoughts and hatred faded slowly, shrinking to the back of my mind as my heartbeat drummed in my ears and throat.

He turned towards Easton and I was