Light-POV
The last few weeks have been really hard. Avoiding my mate has been the only thing i seem to be focused on these days. I know that it is weak to ran way but it was all i have been doing. And because of that, i have been lossing control over my wolf. I have shifted more often with out my knowledge at home and i am afraid i might loss control at school or infront of some one that shouldn't see me.Every weekend, Kevin has been coming to my house to work, and every weekend i have been trying hard to avoid him. Sure there might have been a couple of occations when we would have talked or just wave at eachother. But other than that, nada.My parents have been fighting every weekend. Even though they manage to make up on weekdays, the rest was horrible. My father is still pushing me to reject my mate. He kept saying that he could arrange a marrige for me with someone strong and worthy of the title. But how could i reject him when he doesn't even know that he is my mate?Because my mom kept insisting that he should clean my room, it has always been filled with his scent and i haven't had a single nightmare ever since. At night, i sleep like a baby and at day, i live like a thief.School haven't been easy either. With my wolf always on high alert for my mate, i haven't really focused on school work as well. My distraction has been worrying Marcy. These days i feel like she has been keeping an eye on me. She follows me every where except for when we have separate classes. She even ignored her popular friends to have lunch with me every single day. I know that she was just worried so i have to make sure to never loss control infront of her. Or at least i thought i wouldn't.On a friday lunch, Marcy and i were at our usual spot at the bench under a large tree eating our lunch when i start to see red. Just across from us were some of the popular girls were eyeing Kevin who was sitting at the coronr bench with his lunch and a book. They kept calling him, making gestures with their hands in a dispicable ways. But my mate paid no attention to them what so ever. But it seems like it was just boosting the girls up for a challenge.Piper, the leader of the girls, stood up and walked over to his bench and stood infront of him. This time, she managed to capture his atention."Hey Kev"Kev? She stood before him in a super model pose, wearing a skirt so short that if she bends or lift her arms up, she would flash every one behind her."Hi" Kevins greets her as he looks back down at his book."Umm...there is a party at a friends house this weekend and i was woundering if you want to join me." She asks in the a sudactive tone as she looked down on him like a predator looks at his prey.Kevin looked up once again "oh, thanks but i have somewhere else to be this weekend." then he turns back to his book. What the hell could he be reading that has him so focused? But no time to wonder that. Piper looked back at her friends looking confused on the lack of response from Kevin. She turned back to him and said "Are you sure? It'll be fun?" Bending down, purposfully flashing her cleavage straight for his eyes.Kevin looked up to her face and then down to her cleavage. I can see his eyes moving from her face to her exposed chest over and over as if he was concidering her offer.That shouldn't upset me becasue i am going to reject the guy one way or the other. But it did make me upset. Not just upset, but furious. Like, murder that bitch furious. Even though i haven't claimed my mate, i couldn't avoide my nature of possesivness now can i."What do you think they are talking about?" Marcy asked me because they were too far to hear. But not for me. I have my ears pearked up i can hear every little thing including their heart beats. Both their hearts was beating fast, i can sence lust covering both their scent and that was when i started seeing red.It is not his fault that he wanted to get laid, and it is not my place to be jealous but here i go.My blood is running up to my head making me dizzy, my claws are pearcing my curled up plam drawing blood and i can feel my beast clawing her way out."Light..." Marcy whispered my name as she looked at me terrified. She looked so scared as she froze in her seat. But soon i understood as i looked at my reflection through her eyes, i saw that my eyes have turned to golden blue and my wolf was taking over as my fangs elongated. Before i could cause trouble, i ran for it. Douging students and cars i ran to the back of the school. There were no students there thankfuly as i heard my bone break."Light?" I heard another whisper of my name from behind me and that was when i realized that Marcy had followed me here.James was beyond annoyed. He sat at his desk next to his partner and looked at the closed file of carella Mink- Carella Jones- on his desk. How could everything be clean. Maybe someone tiped her off. Maybe she had everything cleaned before they went to her house.James couldn't let go of the fact that she bothered him too much. He had always been the one to listen to his guts. And his guts has never been wrong. But this time, it's as if, that gut feeling doesn't quite know what to process. Doneld on the other hand seemed to think that Carella was not guilty but that doesn't mean she was not connected some how. As he was roaming the files he could find on the so called best hostage negotiator, he came across a paper. It was her birth certificate. Finally. He thought to himself. It was impossible to find anything on Carella Jones. All there was publicaly was few articles that were written seven years ago. Most of the magezines at that time only spoke of Carella and Kanzel. But after
James and Doneld went back to their office and pulled out everything they could find on Carella Mink. Most of her file just says that she has been in the flower buisness for about six years, that she has a son of age 6 called Brian Mink, that her husband died a couple of years back but that was it. There was no more data on Carella Mink before seven years back. And that rose some suspision in both the agents eyes.Doneld still can't shack the fact that he knows her somewhere. He kept staring at her picture that was displayed on his monetor.Doneld and James seemed to be lost. James is almost convinced that Carella is behind all of this and that she is some how related to the Kazel case. And Doneld hasn't said a word as he kept looking at her photo as he moves his head from side to side. "I am almost positive i know her." Doneld commented to his partner that was sitting next to him. After a few minutes though, all his questions were answered as one of the agents walked up to him and a
"Carella Mink."As soon as they got the name of Robel Petros' supplier, James and Doneld got her address and rushed over to her place.When they reached their destination they were amazed. The house was not just big but also beautiful. From the special curve like gate to the front door and the green garden that surrounded the mansion was mind blowing. They collected their jaws and walked to the gate to ring the bell. A womans voice answered their call and asked them who they are and what their business was. After they told the lady through the speaker that they were DEA Agents and that they had a couple of questions for Carella Mink, it became quite. They stood there for a while and decided to ring the bell one more time. This time it was not a lady in a speaker that greeted them but a man in a suit from the front door.The man in the black suit opened the front gates, "Follow me please detectives." he said in a commanding tone."We're not detectives, we are Agents!" said Doneld hoping
James ran over to his partner's as soon as he told him about the drugs in the flower pot. When he arrived, the place was already filled with agents. As soon as he walked in, Doneld ran to him. "What happened?" James asked. "When the pot fail on the floor, it broke and two bags just sliped right out from the pot." "Does this mean the lady from the shop is the supplier?" James asked. They both looked at eachother with confussion. First thing in the morning, they got a warrant and stormed down at the shop. The lady from the shop got under arrest. Every single flower was confiscated by the DEA and as they were examined, almost more than half had two bags of drugs inside the pots. So now, it was time for interogation.James and Doneld walked in and stared at the lady from the shop. As soon as she saw them, she broke down in tears. "I swear... Detectives. I didn't do anything. I don't know anything." Her accent made it even harder to understand her with her crying. "Calm down!"
"What the hell happened here?" Asked James Walker to his partner Doneld Crane. "There was a shoot out." Doneld answered. "I can see that. But what caused it?" James asked an other question.Doneld nodded to one of the dead bodies on the floor and said "it looks like a disagreement between a dealer and his clients.""The shoot out took place behind a conventional store at mid-night. The clients are Toby and Kiel. These guys have been in and out of jail for the past couple of years for petty theft and drug abuse. The dealer on the other hand works for a drug over lord the DEA has been hunting for years now. Kanzel."As the chief explained every agent started murmuring when they heard the name "kanzel" "How is that possible?" James asked "no one have seen or heard anything from Kanzel in seven years. How can we be sure that the dealer works for him?""Ya" his partner continued "some even say he died in the explosion."The chief frowned and looked at the two who just spoke. "Well, K
Carella Jones is walking towards the house leading herself with her white cane in her right hand. She walked carefully as to not fall and make a fool of herself while she was working. She is nervous as always but her face shows no sign of fear and her eyes were covered by her sunglass. As always she knows she was walking in to a danger zone but lives of others depended on her. She was the best at her field of hostage negotiator because she was blind. Her inability to see the faces of the criminals made her suitable to get hostages out safely. As she was walking towards the house she was informed to go to, she heard footsteps coming near her. She stopped as she figuered she had gotten close enough. She knows what comes after this. They will search her to make sure she was not carrying any weapon. She wore a light dress that stopes at her knees and are sleeveless to avoid being touched. When they see that she had no place to hide any weapon, they took her white cane and grabed her with b