CHAPTER FOURTEEN: ON ONE CONDITION…

ANNALISE’S POINT OF VIEW

“Wait!” I yelled, following him from behind.

Why would he leave after saying something as scary as that! I don't want to die! At least not yet! I still have to live till next year so I can get the powers that I have been promised since I was young, so that I can kill this monster who killed my family.

“Wait!” I said. I did not realize that he had stopped walking because of how quickly I was brisk walking to catch up with him so I crashed into him.

He stopped me from falling, after the dust from that near-accident had settled, I started to doubt ever running up to him for answers.

I should have tried to figure it out by myself but how…i would have figured it out somehow…but what if I waiste too much time trying to find out what he had meant by what he said when I could have just simply asked him?

What if I indeed die when I can stop it?

Argh! I hate this. I hate that I would feel indebted to him for a long time after this. I hate that he is one to collect a debt and I don't feel comfortable with what he might ask of me.

I have to swallow my pride and just do this. Argh!

“What do you mean by what you said earlier?” I asked and then regretted not going out of my way to ask someone else because of the look on his face.

It was basically the same as a much more bighter high-schooler looking at one that could not answer that the intelligent high-schooler deems as easy.

He looked at me like I was more stupid than he had anticipated!

Well, excuse me for not knowing these apparently simple fact about werewolf, unlike this century old grandpa over here, I'm just nineteen!

“Are you going to tell me or what?” I asked with my arms crossed over my chest for two reasons: one was to fake nonchalance, the other reason was to protect my chest area from his piercing glance.

“For some one who would die in a few weeks, you are quite ballsy,” he said and continued walking, ignoring my call.

“Hey! Tell me what you meant by that right now!” I yelled after him. This earned some looks of disapproval from the house staff around. I did not care, just continued yelling at him to tell me what he means.

Nothing was working, none of my yells seemed to come close to touching his soulless core.

Unfortunately, I had to do the one thing that inwould have rather not done, I had to beg this horrible soulless monster to take pity on me and save me from dying.

“Okay, I'm sorry, please help me,” I said while hating the words as they left my mouth. I should not be begging him, he should be the one begging for his life as I plunge a sword through his guts.

The universe is so unfair to me right now! How dare it make me beg my mortal enemy for help!

I guess I'll just have to swallow my pride so I can live to fight another day.

I touched his upper arm. This brought him to a stop, he turned to face me slowly, his face was much more scary than I had ever seen it.

“Do not do that,” he said like a warning.

“Do what?”

“Touch me. You do not have that right, you are just my Luna by name got it?” He said. That should hurt my feelings because I am.not trying to be anything to him but it did hurt. I took my hand off him slowly.

“A wolfless werewolf is an incomplete werewolf, a defective human. An incomplete werewolf should be able to live healthily as a human and die a lowly human death,” he said and then stopped abruptly as if to take in my reaction.

I sighed in relief. I thought I was going to die but turns out my life is going to get better.

Being a human is one of the things I have always wondered about. I attended a mixed school with elites of different backgrounds: werewolves, fairies, humans and Vampires.

The province that I was born in, my home, is known to be very liberal. Unlike most werewolf provinces, there is no hierarchy in Blue crystal, everyone is treated the same despite what creatural background they belong to.

Unlike most werewolves who see humans and fairies as being less than and vampires as hooligans, i have spent most of my life wondering what it would feel like to not be a werewolf for a day…to be human and not have any responsibility of the old religion tagged on my shoulder.

If I become human I would never get my powers, I might never get my revenge on Alpha Zyn but also I will no longer be of any use to him so whatever plans he has of using me would be nullified.

This two thoughts cause me to feel to different way.

Alpha Zyn continued to observe the look on my face, he looked like he had gotten enough of watching me because he continued speaking.

“Well that only happens to werewolves of lower ranks, typically omega, gamma and delta wolves. For higher wolves like you and I who happen to be alphas we do not get that luxury of living out our days as humans,” he said and the paused.

I wanted him to continue speaking but he seemed to be enjoying the look of sheer horror on my face.

When he was finally satisfied with the anxiety he had caused within me, he continued speaking.

“For Alphas like you and I, one our wolves become inert, we start to rot from the inside until we eventually die after a brief unflattering period of madness,” he smiled, my heart thumped rapidly in my chest.

“I can help you stop that from happening though but there a condition attached…”