Day 2Ryan's point of viewThere comes a time in a man's life when he feels the need to beat the heck out of a woman. He needs to not do it as it won't turn into anything good for him, he might be the one that gets beaten at the end of it.That time has happened twice in my life now. Once when I was younger and my nosy ass sister wouldn't stop snooping through my belongings and shouting about the things that happened in school to the delight of my parents. That one ended with me getting the shit beaten out of me when I tried to fight her because of it. My sisters were the greatest bully of all times.And now. Now was another time I wanted to beat the heck out of this woman. After winning at Monopoly yesterday and screaming like a banshee, Avery had made me buy a bucket of yogurt for her and wear a silly dress which made me look ridiculous. She then proceeded to take various photos of me in different poses. After that, we decided to try one of the techniques my mother used when trying
Avery stopped being afraid of anything at the age of seven. Spiders, clowns, big scary red balloons. If her brother pranked her, she pranked him back even harder. If people tried to bully her in school, she hit them back even harder. She saw people bullying others, she bullied them right back.Two wrongs doesn't make a right, her dad always told her. But sometimes two wrongs can make someone right. She would add even though she did not know what that meant.The day she met her mate, her first mate had been a bundle of surprise. The day had started with her mom giving her one of her vintage dresses to use during Halloween, something she had been begging for for weeks was suddenly just handed to her. That was enough to make her suspicious but she was used to her mother doing stuff like that.She did not expect to however stay with her father as he met the alpha of the Raven pack. A pack that up to three weeks ago had been feuding with the Nightshade pack for the past decade and they had
Avery's point of viewDay 3Everything had not being going has planned for me. I needed to have full control of my wolf at the end of two weeks but I haven't grasped it since the first breakthrough I had when I started yesterday. The first breakthrough I've had since I started therapy all those years back.Alone in the house at eleven fifteen am and all I could think about was whether Ryan had been flirting with me yesternight when we were alone in the packs. It was better than thinking about the other alternative, the memories that had flooded into my mind when all I wanted was to find my wolf. It was the same thing that happened whenever I tried turning to my wolf, I get memories of the incident.This one was a bit different. I had different memories but memories all the same. And they weren't exactly the pleasant sort of memories.I poured some wine into a glass cup and dropped the entire thing into my mouth, the alcohol burning my throat and making me cough a bit. I was a serious
Avery's point of viewDay 3Nighttime had come and I followed Rose down the streets of New York City, trying out various tasty treats from various places. The sound of cars honking and revving their engine drowned out most of the voices but Rose still talked on and on in my ears, her voice a pleasant noise.The light that came from the moon felt warm on my arms and gave me this lovely glow. I took in New York through Rose's lens and it was beautiful. We passed a couple kissing by the sidewalk and some teenagers passing money to each other."Don't do anything stupid kids" Rose yelled out to the kids as we passed. She turned and gave them a salute before turning back to me "How are you enjoying New York now Werewolf?"I tried to shush her but she just laughed and screamed werewolf to whoever could hear us."No one gives a shit if you're a werewolf here because no one gives a shit about anyone here"I nodded at that "Yeah no one gives a shit but that does mean we have to shout to others
Day 4Avery's point of viewDrunkenness was a bitch. People who got drunk wanted to forget their problems even though it was for a little while. But I doubt the hangover that normally followed made the drinking worthwhile.My head hurt like a bitch and the sunlight burned my eyes. Who even opened the curtains without caring whether someone was in the room with the worst headache in the world, I felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull and it hurt badly. Like really badly."You should have thought about the hangover before getting yourself drunk with Rose" Someone said from the door or from my side. I did not really know "You look like shit" Ryan added. He dropped a glass of water and some pills on the table."I feel like shit " I looked around me, wincing in pain from the headache. Unfamiliar territory yet familiar if that made sense "Where am I?"I asked after a while. I threw the pills into the back of my mouth, careful for it not to touch my tongue and stain it with it's
Day 4Avery's point of viewThere's such a thing as bad timing and it was something I was grateful to Alex for. He had saved me from embarrassing myself by kissing someone and having to live awkwardly for the remaining part of my two weeks with. He had saved me from explaining to myself why I would want to kiss a Lycan. A species I wasn't even supposed to know or move around but found myself entangled with.And to thank Alex, with my head that was no longer pounding and my body able to function normally, I had joined him in preparing breakfast for the three of us. Toasted bread with peanut butter and jam and two glasses of some kind of weird looking smoothie for Ryan, some kind of animal blood for Alex and pancakes for me. Alex was a lifesaver to me.Then I took a shower for what felt like hours, the water pouring down my body like a rainfall and I could pretend I was washing my sins away. Washing the pain away and reviewing my revenge plan until it was fool proof. I had spent enough
Avery was just six years old when her father drove her to an unknown warehouse somewhere far away from her pack. She was also two years younger than her brother had been when their father had carried him here. The warehouse was abandoned and looked half dilapidated. It was in the woods in a small clearing, completely surrounded by trees and plants. Avery remembered being very scared when she saw the place, scared that one of the creatures her dad had started teaching her would appear out of nowhere and start tearing her up for food.She held onto him tightly while watching the shadows under the moonlight. They walked some distance from their car to the house with neither party speaking until they were at the door.That was when Alpha Julius went down on one knee so he would almost be at the same height with Avery and she could see his eyes clearly. He held her hands in his left hand while the other moved tendrils of hair from her face."My beautiful Avery" He started in a very bad Br
Day 4 Avery's point of viewWhy does one feel so awful after confessing one of their darkest sin to someone they've only met for a few days and seemed to be developing something she didn't understand for? Did the said person stopped talking to the person or did the person just took whatever the other person confessed? And helped them?Ryan hadn't asked for details when I told him one of my secrets, hadn't even batted an eyelid at what I said. All he did was helped me pack up the mats into the bag and some of the snacks he wasn't able to eat. He offered me one but I refused.I found myself wanting to hear what he had to say about that.Was he so righteous and uptight that he would send me out of the house? He was a lycan and I was pretty sure he had done his own fair share of killing others so he had no right to judge me too harshly. The only difference between killing a human and a werewolf was the wolf that was an animal.He offered to carry the bag and I let him, wasn't going to