CARA’S POV
Seven days ago, I was clueless in New York until I discovered how to change my fate. The first wolf I treated was Marc, and he had helped me with a roof over my head. Although the flat needed some fixing up, it was workable and in a vantage area.
With the money I earned from saving Marc's life, I bought the tools I needed to start a profession. This metal suitcase went everywhere with me, including now as I walked into the rundown building with Marc Babel.
He rolled up the coiling door, and we ducked while entering inside. The light bulb above the flat work surface flickered. I sighed, searching for a bulb through the drawers. When I found one, I proceeded to fix them while dressed in baggy denim jeans and a button-down shirt.
He said, "You've almost made this place unrecognisable."
"Don't insult me. I've done nothing in four days. Why are you even still here?"
Marc remembered himself. "I put up a flyer for help around the city, but then, I'm still not sure what to call you."
"Hmm." I stopped working on the bulb, making a thinking face he couldn't see through the darkness. "I'm not anything special. The doctor could work."
"Got it." He turned to leave as I successfully replaced the bulb.
"Thank you, Marc. I—"
He didn’t pause his steps as he said over his shoulder, "I'm almost done repaying you. Almost."
A few seconds after he left, I jumped down from the surface, satisfied because the light was now stable. I tossed the old one in the trash and picked up a hammer to continue working on the windows.
I didn't have superhuman senses, but I saw something shift from the corner of my eye. It was fast and obviously dangerous.
Instantly, I turned, gripping the hammer tighter in my hand. "This would be much easier if you stopped running and faced me."
I pinched my gaze at the calm view of the warehouse. Silence had responded, but I refused to believe I was the only one here.
At the instant, I whirled around, about to use the hammer. I only stopped when I saw the face of my guest. A strange girl.
"You must be the doctor. I'm Ximena." Her blonde and pink hair had my eyes fixated. Had the rainbow fallen from the sky and became human without anyone noticing?
I didn't take the hand she offered, still frowning. "Why do you look so colourful?"
She brought out the flyer, and I eyed Marc's not-so-great job, but he was a popular deserter amongst wolves. It was a good idea to attach his name to the flyer for clarity of the job requirements. One: has a flair for danger. And two: is a werewolf.
While Ximena matched the second, she had unapologetically skipped the first and main one.
Ximena gave herself a once-over before handing me the flyer. "You don't like my clothes?"
"You are literally wearing a dress embroidered with tiny watermelons."
"Watermelons are cool." She beamed, and I forced a smile to avoid yelling out my frustration.
"I can't hire you." I went around to the window farthest from the door, wishing she could disappear. But no, she followed me around.
"Why not?"
"Because I haven't even seen other applicants."
"Marc only put up one... Sort of put up one."
I squinted. "Wait, you know Marc Babel?"
Ximena's hands covered her mouth as soon as the words were out. I turned away from the window, dropping the plank in my hand. What the hell is going on?
She blew out her cheeks, realising there was no out to this moment.
"The Lycan King of Eastmoon ordered all rogues and deserters be killed. Marc aborted the flyer mission instantly and asked for my help."
I folded my arms over my chest. "He should have just said so." Everything suddenly didn't make sense to me as my frown deepened. "Why would the Lycan King do that? He's risking a wolf war in the 21st century, you know?"
"I have no idea, but you are stuck with me, Cara."
I tucked my tongue in my cheek, feigning thinking about hiring her for a few seconds. "Fine, you are hired. 50$ per hour. We work only nights, and you are on scout duty."
"Aye, captain." Ximena saluted. "How busy are we looking at?"
"I'm not looking for quantity. I just need you to scout clients who have fat pockets. At least, until we find our footing."
For two hours, Ximena and I worked on the warehouse. I was going to be sleeping and working here for now, so we had to do a good job about it.
Eventually, she cleaned the sweat off her forehead and said, "It's eight. I have to get going if we hope to be successful on our first night."
"Sure," I said through the sound of the electrical drill and hoped she had heard me.
I removed the protective glasses over my eyes after a while, staring at the finished job. The barred window now had two planks crossed over it, leaving only a tiny space for ventilation.
I still had one more to go, but my bed was already in place in a far corner of the warehouse. Even if I ran out of time, I could crash and resume tomorrow. The coiling door rolled up again, shocking me.
"Ximena?"
Except it wasn't her that walked in. Four werewolves came in after the door had reached its end. They were in a hurry while carrying the fourth on their shoulders.
Their instincts had them placing him on the flat work surface, but I found myself stuck to a spot and wide-eyed.
The man, who carried himself like the leader of the four, spoke first. His voice was hard and experienced with making people fear him. "My brother is dying. I need you to fix him."
I had so many questions going through my head. Who are these people? How did they find this place if Marc hadn't started advertising?
I took many shaky steps forward. My eyes were glued to the young man lying on the work surface. He was nothing I had ever seen before. This wasn't silver poisoning. I gulped.
"You removed the bullet I put inside Marc Babel and let that walking pain in the ass survive. I'm afraid you'd have to work your magic again."
I met his hard stare, and for the first time in a long while, I was blank on what to do. His brother's eyes had been covered by a white film. His skin was as cold as ice, and he had dark veins spreading like webbed vines beneath his skin. It was horrific to look at.
"Get a closer look." He added.
I did, checking for a pulse, which seemed impossible to find, but it was there. His heart also maintained a steady rhythm. This man was alive but lost in an undefined comatose state.
"He's alive."
"But not for long—"
"I can't fix him."
Our eyes locked again, and a vein in his forehead popped. "I'll give you all the money you want. Just ask."
"You don't understand. A demon did this to him. How could I possibly know how to fix him?"
It was the truth, but the man's chiselled jaw set, and his eyes darkened in fury. I couldn't match that with my harmless stare. Not a chance in hell.
Immediately, the other two men took out their guns and pointed the nozzles at me. The cool end of one touched the back of my head while the other targeted my heart.
"I'm not used to the word no, Cara Smyth. If you want to live, save him."
Weeks Later... "Ximena! Help! It's going to crash." I winced as the weight overpowered me. A bit longer, and they would drop from my hands, crashing against the floor. Ximena rushed over and helped me lift the two boxes of herbs from my hands into hers. Business was flourishing. The doctor had become an illegal phenomenon amongst the wolves of New York. The warehouse now had windows and paint on its walls and standard furniture. With Ximena's help, we had evolved into accepting house calls. This warehouse became our secret base, and our major clients were the rogues and deserters being hunted down. She placed them on the storage shelves as I unboxed the set we would use for the week. "Did you really restock Nightshade poison, Cara?" She asked, holding up the glass with shiny black content. "If I didn't have it weeks ago, I would have come out dead with a bullet lodged in my skull and heart. It's a lifesaver." "Yeah, the irony." She placed it back on the showcase, eager to tal
Master Kaine was here. My heart beat erratically. I feared it would fail soon if kept still on this spot. He had found me on the same night I had been marked for death. I had no powers. I couldn't outrun his army of wolves. Suddenly, a knife pressed up against my neck as I stood on my feet. Death was closer than I thought. I whispered. "Who are you?" "Dax sends his regards." The knife pressed harder into my skin, drawing blood. He was a second away from cutting me deep and taking my life, but someone removed the assassin from my back. I crashed against a cabinet at my side, causing a little ruckus. Marc was here. He had just killed the wolf Dax had sent to take his revenge. He rushed over, checking the wound on my neck because he knew I didn't have the ability to heal fast. "Why the hell does Dax want you dead, Cara?" At the instant, he glimpsed the cars parked outside, lowering his voice as his wolf caught on. "I'm gone for a few weeks, and you've managed to get in so much t
I took many steps back, away from the serious-looking forty-something years old men at the door. One of them held a brown envelope in his clasped hands. As soon as I left the door handle, I gave them the chance to invade the warmth of this house with the chaos their presence brought. "The Lycan King chose you out of the thousands of applicants we received. I'm Geoffrey, Captain of the Black Guards." He smiled curtly, introducing the man at his side after a pause. "Lord Henry and I will escort you to the Eastmoon Palace." "Welcome to royalty, Ms. Athena Williams," Lord Henry said, bowing to me with grace. A hiccup tumbled out of me. My eyeballs couldn't stop popping from their sockets. Each word coming out of their mouths made everything terrifyingly real. Lord Henry rushed over to the u-shaped counters, demarcating the kitchen from the living room in the open-spaced apartment. He grabbed me a glass of water. I took it from him with shaking hands and had almost dropped it if it w
I blinked at the sight of the young man standing there with his hands clasped behind his back. He wore a dark shirt tucked away into black pants. The few buttons undone exposed a very masculine chest. This had to be the Lycan King's beta Mattie had talked about. His eyes followed my every move, including the rise and fall of my chest. I cleared my throat, walking back on wobbly legs. I was suddenly nervous. The silence hovering around my room was awkward and tense. I cleared my throat again, facing my guest and wishing I hadn't right after. The intensity of his gaze was not something I could get used to. I felt the need to drop my eyes to the floor or be caught openly staring at a man. But then I remembered myself. I gulped and kept my chin raised. It was hard. His blue eyes wanted me to...submit. I shook the weird thought away and said, "You must be the Lycan King's beta. Mattie said you'd come to access the job done." With his hands still clasped behind his freakishly tall fra
I shook my head to no one. I couldn't have made such a mistake. The man I had tried so hard to flee was the same one I was now bound to. Could life be any more cruel? I took my shaking hands and fisted them with my dress. Blood rushed to my ears. I couldn't hear anything through the pound in my head. I was trapped. The invisible leash on my neck strained so hard I could die. Master Kaine had won. I turned away from the door, heading up the stairs, but just as soon, Kaloyan blocked my path. He stood on the first riser before I could even approach it. I hated the fear that seized my windpipe. Cara Smyth had never been the type to be weak, but that household had taken so much from me. Why and how could a man be so cruel? I struggled to reach the foot of the grand stairwell, struggling to keep my chin raised like Mattie's. A frown crossed Kaloyan’s face with just one look at me. "You were eavesdropping," he said. "I'm sorry. I wasn't feeling too well and—" "Would there be a need
Except they didn't fly over the railing and remained unscathed. They dropped, all the way down to the marble tiles below. I screamed, almost diving over the rail, going after them. My hand had missed their wraps by a brush. Tears rolled down my cheeks at the speed of a fall. I had harmed them, so I couldn't dare look. Chaos ensued as everyone dashed to the scene, scared for the Princes. I held the rail, crying seriously because it was all my fault. The twins were dead because of me. But finally, when I looked downstairs, I saw them safe in Kaloyan's hands. Relief overtook me like a tsunami. I cried out with joy, fisting my chest because it hurt. Lord Ezra's hateful glare weighed on my shoulders. Even the maids had harsh things to say about me. I turned away from the edge, sliding to the floor at a corner of the hall. Pulling my knees to my chest, I wished I could disappear. Minutes later, I felt someone next to me. I smelled him first. Slowly, my eyes met his. He was holding
My heart throbbed as I exited the room. I held the wall to steady myself. This was what I wanted before I knew he was Master Kaine. I wanted an escape. Now he wanted to marry me; but I didn't want to marry him. Oh, goddess, my life was a rollercoaster of trouble. Dax was out there, hunting me down with no mercy. Inside here, I could deceive Master Kaine longer than I would if I became Cara again. I took in deep breaths, shutting my eyes tight for a moment. When I opened them, Mattie stood there, hands clasped in front of her, patiently waiting for me to come to my senses. She bowed. I tasted bile in my throat before speaking. "Mattie, what is going to happen to me now?" "Are you really that dumb?" She kept a stoic face, unmoving. "The Alpha would marry you in seven days and make you queen over all his human subjects as you have always wanted. He will make you his Luna, too, and you will stay by his side forever, taking care of the princes." Forever was a terrifying word. I couldn'
I ran into his walk-in closet on instinct. It was another entire world on its own, covered by the white double door with ventilation holes above. My heart hammered in its cage. He was going to catch me red-handed, no doubt. After a few minutes, the closet doors opened, and I turned pale. My knuckles whitened. It was Mattie, not Kaloyan standing there. I could finally breathe. I had even fallen on the ground to catch my breath, but she was right behind, scolding me back to my senses. "Do you wish for this to end before it even starts, Athena?!" "I was looking for something." "I don't even want to know what it was, but if I hadn't shown up on time, you'd have been sent packing to your death today." I frowned. "What did you do?" "I had to lie to the Alpha that Lord Ezra needed to see him urgently in the arsenal." "And he believed you?" "Well, I wouldn't be standing right here if it didn't work." Master Kaine was smarter than that. He wouldn't have believed a lie as such so eas