Chapter Four
/-Ezra-/ Drama. That was one thing I tried to avoid. Yet, since the moment I set eyes on this human, it has been from one drama to the other. I took to teaching because it was the easiest way to come in contact with as many people as possible. A degree was easy for me to acquire. One threat and I got to borrow it for a month then move to the next university and find someone else to impersonate. I could feel her. I knew she was close. Somewhere in this city but her scent came only as a tease, giving me hope and vanishing at the next moment. With a dormant wolf, finding her was even harder. So here I was introducing my self to a bunch of rascals when I saw her. The funny blue-eyed girl. As expected, she was embarrassed and avoided me for the rest of the day. It was cute how she thought I didn't notice her but I didn't bother to prove her wrong. It was best we avoided each other. But just like the goddess placed her in the class I happened to be teaching, I happened to walk into some boy manhandling her. She looked so frightened and fragile. Like she would break if he put a little more effort. Seeing him lay his hands on her made my blood boil. She was already skinny as it was. Was he trying to crush her? He raised his hand to hit her and I knew I couldn't just watch any longer. “Touch her and that will be the last time to use those hands,” I said. It wasn't a threat. I didn't have time for threats. As I spoke I was already closing in on him, ready to crush those disgusting hands between my palms if he dared to even ask why. As I towered him, he cowered and let go of her hands. “You're here?” He blurted but I ignored him and faced her instead. Her face was ashen, like she'd seen a ghost. For some reason, she looked more frightened of me than she was of him. “Can you not be the damsel in distress every time we meet?” I asked her. There was a tinge of pink on her cheeks as she lokked everywhere but me. I glanced at the man beside me. Was he making her nervous? I frowned at him. “Get lost.” He scurried away without a word and I turned to her. She was fondling with her car keys. I took them from her and unlocked the door for her. “You should dump this. It is outdated,” I told her and her face went bright red. “You asshole! My mother had to save up to get me this!” She spat. I raised a brow. I didn't understand why she was upset. The car was like two or three generations ago, her mother could have done better. Humans were so unnecessarily complicated. “Thanks for nothing!” She got into the car and slammd shut the door. Thanks for nothing? I just saved her from severe damage once again. I sighed and walked over to my car. I hit the button nd the car unlocked. I dumped my laptop in the passengers seat and got in. Another fruitless day gone. At this point, I wasn't even sure of how much time I had left. I drove home and found my apartment open. My eyes darkened as I stepped in slowly. I sniffed the air and sure enough, if was a wolf scent. An oddly familiar scent, but my tired mind couldn't exactly place who it was. Then he popped out of nowhere. “Brother! It's good to see you home!” Taruis grinned and I immediately frowned. “I am not your brother,” I corrected stiffly. “Oh come on, it's been what… five years and you still treat me like an outsider,” he said walking to me with two glasses of wine. “I must confess, your wine collection is gold! Here.” I didn't take the glass from him. “How do you know where I live and how the hell did you break into my apartment?” “First off, I got promoted to the position of Beta…” “Congratulations,” I cut in. “Now get out.” “You don't have to be so cold and aloof all the time. We all know you're a big softie in there. You know, ever since you saved our pack from wolf hunters, our Alpha has always felt indebted to you. You should see him talking about you. That spark in is eyes…” “What is your point? I just got home from work and I am not in the best of moods right now,” I stated. “You work?” His chocolate orbs raked through me. “That is unheard of.” “Taruis, go straight to the point!” I was practically gritting now. One more chatted from him and I might just snap his next. He must have sensed it because he immediately went calm. “He is on his deathbed, Ezra and he has no successors. He wants you to take over the pack. You know, become Alpha,” he said with a flint of excitement in his voice. “What?”EZRA“She killed again,” Arayas said.No hesitation, no softening. Her voice cut through the low murmurs in the room.The joy that had been bouncing off the walls only moments ago fizzled out. Laughter ceased. And the murmurs quickly followed. Some of the younger wolves lowered their eyes to the ground as if afraid to meet mine. Others stared at me openly, confusion and fear tangled together in their gaze.“Who?” Jaros asked, his tone flat, his expression pained.Arayas turned her head slowly, her jaw tight. “Two guards. At the east side. And a woman.”The courthouse was thrown into sudden silence. As the people gazed at me, I could read their thoughts.The demon wolf hadn’t gone down alone. We hadn’t been completely victorious.Larek’s voice brought me out of my thoughts. “A woman?”Arayas nodded once. “Pregnant.”The sound that came next wasn’t one sound—it was many. A low groan rose from someone’s chest. Another let slip a curse under their breath. A heavy hand slammed against the
EZRAI walked back into the court with Beatrice’s head in my hand. Her long hair hung limp, the last sign of her arrogance gone. The doors creaked as I pushed them open.Only Jaros and Larek were there, waiting, their faces pale from worry. When their eyes fell on the head in my hand, both of them froze.Jaros’s mouth opened, but no words came out. His hand trembled on his staff. He had lived long enough to see kings rise and fall, but still he looked at me as if he had never seen such a thing.Larek stepped forward, his face torn between fear and awe. “You… you did it,” he whispered, as if speaking louder would break the moment. His eyes, as he looked between me and the head still in my firm grip, were laced with profound respect and fear.I dropped Beatrice’s head onto the stone floor. The sound echoed through the empty court. Her red eyes, once burning with evil, were nothing now but glassy and lifeless.I was more than happy that this was all over. Beatrice might have been able to
JACQUELINESleep never came.I lay on my side all night, staring into the dark, hoping Blair would turn toward me. I hoped she would look at me, let me explain again, and let me hold her hand so she’d remember we had been through too much for it to end like this.But she didn’t.Every time I whispered apologetic words, every time I tried to move closer, she kept her back turned. Her body was stiff, as if she had built a wall between us. Even when tears slipped into my pillow, she didn’t move.By morning, my body ached from lying in the same position, but I still waited. I thought maybe when morning came, she'd be in a better mood to talk. That she would look at me and remember I was her friend, a friend that was worth being given a second chance. But instead, she got out of bed without looking at me, washed her face, and left the room.I stayed under the covers waiting for her to return, hoping that she would, until the door flew open and Amy came running in, full of energy.“Jackie!
JACQUELINE That night, Blair slept faced away from me, her shoulder rising and falling in shallow breaths I could not trust as sleep. I had left the kitchen after I realized that Blair wasn't going to return. We were not going to have bread with butter instead of jam, and Blair was probably still mad at me. I went to the room she shared with Amy, heart thrumming with anxiety as I slowly pushed the door open. Amy was still fast asleep, hand still holding tightly onto Dante. But Blair wasn’t there.The sight of the empty mattress had filled me with sadness. Had Blair really gone to bed without me? I tried not to feel discomfort as I swallowed hard and began to walk down the hall and towards Micah's room. The room that we had slept in the last time I was here. If she wasn't in her shared room with Amy, she was definitely going to be there. Micah’s door had been open, light spilling out faintly from a lamp turned low. The air had smelled faintly of Blair’s body spray. Blair had bee
JACQUELINE Blair and I arrived at her house in comfortable silence. As she parked Chirpy, we both got out and began to move towards the door. As we stepped in, I thought for a splitting second that Blair’s mom would be there in the living room, maybe with a mug of coffee in hand, asking us why we were back so late. But the lights were dim, and the cushions on the couch sat undisturbed. “She’s not home yet?” I whispered, looking around. Blair shook her head, a small line tugging between her brows. “Sometimes she works overtime. The extra pay helps.”Her tone was casual, but I caught the flicker of sadness in her eyes. Resignation. It was in the way her voice softened at the edges and the way her gaze darted away quickly as if she didn’t want me to notice.I wanted to ask more, to press gently, but her shoulders were already stiff in a way that told me not to. So I followed her quietly upstairs, keeping my thoughts to myself. The door creaked softly as she pushed it open, and my he
JACQUELINEThe rest of the drive was too quiet. The kind of quiet that got under your skin and sat there like a weight you couldn’t shake. Blair’s hands stayed fixed on the wheel, her knuckles pale where she gripped it too tightly. Her eyes didn’t leave the road. She didn’t even hum along with the radio, though it was still faintly on, some song whispering low from the speakers.And I sat there, every second growing more uncomfortable, watching the streetlamps flicker through the windshield. Their yellow light streaked across her face and then slid away, leaving her in shadow again. That back-and-forth of light and dark made her expression unreadable, and I hated not knowing what was in her head.I wished I hadn’t said anything.The regret came quick, sharp, curling into my stomach until it made me feel sick. Why had I thought it was a good idea to blurt that out? The words had slipped, and I’d trusted Blair would just… accept them. Accept me.She had been such a good friend, better t