Chapter Six: Someone from within

Ayla's pov

I swerved right towards my villa. My grip tightened as I drove slowly through the gates that opened automatically.

My penthouse was magnificent, painted all white with an interior decoration worth millions of dollars and so was my garage, decorated with cars also worth millions of dollars

As a werewolf I never saw the need for guards, the only company I had was the only friend I had here in the human world, ‘too much eyes on me could risk everything’ I'd tell myself as a precaution, which pretty much sounded stupid now since there was someone out there aware of my existence.

Maybe there were more than one, maybe it was the whole pack here in Seattle..

I stepped on the brakes and parked.

My forehead merged with the steering wheel as I sighed heavily, I turned my head and glanced towards my phone, waiting for some sort of miracle, probably a text that said this was all a joke.

Instead a call came in.

Aiden.

I gathered all I had in me before taking the call

“Um hey Babe" I say

"Heyy darling” with a bubbly tone "I was just thinking, should I just come pick….”

“Cancel dinner” I cut in

There was a pause, like he was wondering what he did

"Huh?”

I rubbed my temples.

"I'm sorry it's just, I have a headache and um, I don't think I can make it for dinner"

“Oh.. you do?" His tone softened “Do you need me to come over..

"No.” I cut in again, I sighed heavily as I realized how sharp my tone was "sorry, I can handle it, Clara is home” I reminded

“Of course, I'll come in the morning though, to pick you up, is that okay?”

I smiled at his gesture

"Yeah it is"

It felt like he smiled too

“We'll have lunch”

"Sure"

“Right, I love you and if Clara wants to get drugs for you. You call me immediately."

I chuckled lightly, making everything feel better was one of Aiden's superpowers.

“Yeah I will, I love you too"

With that I hunged up

"Done with your lovey dovey chit chat?"

My heart stopped as I turned to the figure standing right beside my car.

Thick brown shiny hair and doe eyes, caramel skin with a touch of freckles on her face.

I met Clara in a twenty-four hour laundromat where I constantly passed the night out when I came to the human world. Apart from being the COO of luxurious Lara, she was my best friend, the only friend I had..

And No, she never knew I was a raging werewolf..

"I heard the gates close like thirty minutes ago, you plan on sleeping here?” she chewed whatever was in her mouth loudly.

"I'm sorry I just have a headache” stepping down from the car.

"Well that's Minor, I mean I thought you would come down with a panic attack with all the trouble going on with the fashion show”

She ranted as she followed me inside

"Yeah. I guess it's the fashion show"

“It is"

I stepped into the house and the smell of takeouts hit my nostrils, if it was any ordinary day I would have jumped at the smell of fresh takeouts after a hectic day at work.

I smelt beef, my favorite. Probably the meat of an innocent wolf disguised as a human just like.

I gulped.

What if taking the bait was a way to hold me captive, Nyx had been acting up and the wolfsbane seemed to never be enough now.

I had heard of wolf hunters. Had they seen my…

“Beef stew and some mashed potatoes," she glanced back at me, trying to make out my expression “I ordered these minutes ago so they are still as fresh as those new Lara bags in stock”

I stared at the food blankly, then at excited Clara..

“You know what.” Readjusting my bag “I'm just going to go up to my room.”

"Go up to your room? What is wrong with you Elara?” her brow arched.

I could sense how slightly worried she was.

" I told you” as I headed up the stairs, hands on the glass like railings "headache”

With that I left her and went up to my room.

I tossed my bag on my bed and kicked off my heels, combed my hands through my hair as if to let my thoughts sink in.

“Arrgghh" I let out

Five years of running away only to be found by someone who probably didn't exist.

I climbed down from the bed and took small strides towards my walk-in closet and in front of the mirror there.

“We are not actually going are we?” I said, peeling myself off from my suit and taking the band of my sleek dark hair.

‘Yes we are’ Nyx said in finality.

“I mean it could be a prank or something” I added while extracting the contact lens. I glanced back to the mirror and my eyes glowed golden.

‘Yeah if tomorrow was Halloween and somehow silver fang was a pack that saved humanity in the 1900s’

Sarcastic as always.

“You're making this worst” I rolled my eyes as I reached for a thick robe and headed back to the bedroom

"We are going with a dismissive tone ‘if it's a trap, we'll take them out. I. Will take them out’

I sighed again.

“I guess"

I reached for my phone and scrolled down to the message.

I thought of this morning, waking up like another day, waking up to the perfect life I had built for myself.

Me: where can we meet?

I bit my bottom lips in nervousness while I waited for a reply, I stared at the screen till it pinged minutes after.

Unknown: The new beige building by Mayfield street. By 12pm. Come alone.

The new building was my warehouse, how did any who wasn't close to me know about the new warehouse specially built for the fashion show.

I wasn't sure anymore but there was one thing I could hold on to.