Chapter 4 Chapter Four

What just happened? It took me a moment for my insanely overwhelmed mind to grasp the situation before me, Andrew, a Lycan under the service of the King had just lied and to Luna the wife of the Alpha. The Alpha who owns the very land he was standing on, for me!

For a girl he did not know, a girl who had just made him a sandwich in the dead of night because he had said he was hungry, yet here is the Luna of a pack. A Luna who has opened the doors to her home and welcomed him in with open arms and is the king’s host. He lied to save the anonymous girl, and I will now forever see him in a different light.

“Are you sure, I think I can smell her around here," she said as she scanned the kitchen, I took a few steps back hiding behind the shadows in the pantry, praying that the darkness would hide me enough even from their sharp eye’s. Then again she does know that I am here, she’s simply making a show of things, to make me nervous, which I was a bundle of nerves really, though she never expected Andrew to play dumb and actually hide the truth from her. She was mad, really mad, I could hear it in her tone.

“Are you calling me a liar?” Andrew let out a low indignant growl that made me shiver. He was warning her, the growl was a clear warning sign not to press on, even the Luna acknowledged that as she bowed her head in submission, her heart picking up speed, I could hear it, its sounds bursting into my eardrums, she was scared of him, and I felt smug about it. She looked towards the other females standing close to her, no doubt giving them a signal to leave, and they did. And it was as if I could breathe again.

It was about time someone stood up to her, but it took a Lycan’s threat to make her run away. If it were any other pack member, I’d be in the Dungeons for a weak, starved and beaten to a pulp. My wolf would heal me, though, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt.

I stood in the pantry for a few minutes waiting until the coast was clear, and I opened the door to reveal a very smug looking Lycan staring straight into my eyes, I hate how they all do that. Must they do that? Must they disarm me with their eyes.

Stupid male Lycans and their stupid eye magic, I cursed internally.

“She’s gone now you don’t have to worry, so no need to hide behind cupboards anymore.” Andrew sulked as he opened the fridge up again. It was then that I had noticed that he hadn’t placed the milk back.

“Does she hurt you?” his voice sounded a little concerned? What do I tell him. Should I tell him of how I am practically the slave of the house, that I am forced to live in the shadows only coming out at night to cook and clean for people who don’t even know my name despite me living in this darkness filled hellhole for the past eight years of my life? That the rest of the pack has so much, yet somehow I have nothing. That I get so lonely and sad, and I feel like as the years pass bye I grow more and more detached from myself, I don’t think I even know who I am anymore. No identity, just an irrelevant person.

I have had my share of misery in the pack house courtesy of Luna of course, I still remember everything really, the beatings, the long nights working tirelessly tending to her sons friends. The constant looks of disapproval. It wasn’t that bad. That I could handle. I could handle the long nights of cleaning, the constant rants and evil death glares thrown my way. What I couldn’t stand is to be humiliated in front of my kind. I may not have turned, I may never will, but my wolf is still there, still alive.

So how could I explain? I do not think there are words that would describe my situation clearly, there’s so much to say and so little time, so much baggage to unpack. So much to learn about myself. How can I tell someone who I am when I don’t even know who I am?

And so I did what I always do, I gave him a small smile. It was evident by the way he raised his eyebrows that he did not believe me, but before he could say another word I bolted out of the kitchen and into the snow. I know I was a bit rude to him, he had just saved my hide, yet I just bolted out again. It seems like all I do these days is run away like a coward.

There was still time, I knew for a fact that I’ll see him again soon after all they are not leaving until the next full moon which was twelve days away. Twelve more days to see Andrew, and twelve more days to have my mystery man around me.

The Forest was silent. Not a creature was out, not a bird nor hare, the only sound echoing through the brown leafless trees and snow covered ground was the crunching sound of my feet as I took my slow but quick steps deeper and deeper into the dead of winter.

My mother used to love the forest, I’d often follow her, and we’d walk around sometimes play hide and seek, she’d always let me win of course. I felt a sort of comfort amongst the trees, I felt like I wasn’t alone, sometimes it’s as if I can hear them whisper to me, calling me. When I was little I was convinced I could talk to them, and they’d talk back to me, apart from Noah and Cassidy the trees had been my friends. And then everything changed. And just like that I couldn’t here the trees whisper, I couldn’t see the wind.

“You came,” a voice came from behind me and I felt a shiver run through my spine, and then I smelt it again, raindrops and orchids. The scent that had me blissfully enchanted for a while, it came from him. I wasn't too shocked that the scent and the man, both I have been obsessing's about are one, the smelt belonged to him, of course it did. I turned around, the snow giving way at my abrupt movement as it scattered around me.

He was leaning on a dead tree, a wisp of delight in his eyes, had my presence put that there? Was he happy or feeling triumphant that I had listened to him, I could not tell but then again, I did not care. He was even more perfect up close, his sea green eye’s the black tangled mop of curls tied lazily behind him, by the goddess even how he dressed made me flutter, I wonder how his muscles would feel beneath my palms, his skin was tan and looked rough with light sprinkles of hair adorning it, he looked divine, and I wanted him, I wanted him to be mine for all eternity, and I will.

“You’re staring,” he accused teasingly.

“I know.” I said, surprising myself with my abrupt lack of shame, I had almost forgotten how my voice sounds like, years of submission made me almost not recognize myself. He brought out my spirit just by his gaze.

“Oh,” he began smirking a bit, finding the humor in what I just said. “Well then aren’t you going to tell me your name?

“You haven’t asked,” I retorted, and he took a step closer our eyes never once leaving the others,

“Right, then what is your name?”

“Genesis.”

“Genesis, Genesis,” He repeated my name trying it on for size, “An odd name, you look like a Hanna,”

“You look like a Richard, but I’m not one to judge, a name is a name, it’s the person that is of value,” I said my viper tongue challenging him, to say that I found this thrilling is an understatement, but judging by the way we were now inches apart. I could see the slight smile he was trying to suppress.

“Genesis is a good name, it suits you,”

“Thank you, Mr. Snowman.” He’s face shutdown at the mention of the nickname I had given him, I couldn’t help but smile at his astonished face.

“I beg your Pardon?”

“Mr. Snowman, that’s what I call you,” I said, “You tend to stay out in the snow, and you hardly move around, like a snowman.”

“I have a name you know,”

“No I don’t I’ve told you mine, yet you haven’t told me yours,” he stared at me for a brief moment then spoke.

"Fair enough, it’s Killian. My name is Killian.”

“Killian, Killian… an odd name but it will have to you,” I said cheekily repeating his older jest back to him, and he laughed, and I smiled, I felt like I was back to my old self again.

“Well Genesis I didn’t see you around, I feel like I’ve met all the pack members, even the children yet for some reason I haven’t met you before, why is that?

Should I tell him, I was hesitant at first, what would he think of me if he finds out that I am just a slave, the wondering cleaning ghost of the pack house, an orphaned Lycan in the service of werewolves a breed less superior to her, yet she’s the slave? What can I say except for the truth?

“It’s because I am not part of the pack, I’m a slave, I was brought here and made to work as a slave. I take care of the pack house, I’m only allowed out at night,” There was a moment of silence he looked like he had been thinking of a lot of things then he spoke his voice firm yet gentle.

“Have you no mate?” I knew he’d ask that.

“No I haven’t found him yet, I do not think I ever will,”

“You could run away, there is no shame in living as a rogue,”

“I can't, I’ve never shifted before, some sort of defect,”

“What do you mean defect? Don’t you werewolves shift instinctively by your thirteenth birthday?” He asked, his eyes were now gazing intensely at mind, he looked almost wounded at what I have revealed to him. It pained me.

“I’m not a werewolf.”

“Then what are you,” he asked his voice a whisper now, we were nose to nose now I could feel his warm breath against my pale freezing skin, his eyes scanning my face, his heart a steady breath that lulled me and pushed me into a false sense of security, I was breathing through sheer will alone, my body grew hot.

“I’m a Lycan.”