Avery's point of viewI walked with the Lycan for several minutes in silence,I did not know what to say and he didn't seem like the type that enjoyed idle conversation except maybe it was to ruffle one like saying he was my mate. The moon goddess would be kind enough to give me a new mate after the last one died due to unfortunate circumstances but she wouldn't ridicule me by giving me a mate that was also a Lycan. Not only were they the ones that attacked my home and brought on this catastrophe, werewolves also hated lycans and had hated them before I was even born.That was a story I never understood when I was younger. Werewolves and lycans were once considered allies, the lycans protecting the werewolves as they were generally stronger and then after some time, the alliance just ended and they started fighting each other. Dad always told me the lycans were jealous of the fact that werewolves could go full wolf whereas they couldn't, turning into some sort of monster when they tu
Avery's point of viewThere wasn't a way in hell I was going to stay in this house for two weeks without at least checking out everywhere and everything. Ryan said he had a roommate so I am very sure I would be staying in the living room and I had to make sure it was comfortable for me. Did not need any rat sleeping close to me at night.Leaving my bag on the couch, I ventured around the house tentatively. The kitchen area wasn't as clean as the living room, thank the heavens for that. There were some unwashed plates in the kitchen sink, unfinished coffee in a mug with the words "World best boyfriend" written on it close to the coffee machine and a pair of dirty footwear by the door. I checked the fridge expecting to see nothing of importance but it was actually stocked with fruits, drinks and.....cake. Must be world best boyfriend's birthday.I probably shouldn't be checking out the rooms but curiousity kills the cat or in this case the werewolf. I checked the first room, the room Ry
Avery's point of viewDay 1Ryan wasn't someone who spoke alot. I realized that after spending few hours with him after he came back from wherever he went to yesterday, with a bag of groceries. I had just woken up from my little nap and was already feeling a little bit hungry but I wasn't about to complain to him about that. Staying in his living room was embarrassing as it is. And he behaved like someone who preferred to move around broodingly."Welcome back" I had said as soon as I saw he was the one coming in. He looked a little bit tired and was wearing a shirt different from the one he left the house in "You look tired, something happened?" I continued when he did not reply my greetings.Got in a bit of a fight with somebody at work" He had explained quickly, his eyes focusing on everything else but my face. His hand moved unconsciously to his neck but not before I saw the bite marks on his neck.I averted my eyes as quickly as possible, taking the straps of my bags into my hands
Ryan's point of viewAvery was different from most girls I knew and I have lived for the past twenty two years and spent majority of my life with women. I mean I had three elder sisters and they were nothing like her.I have never seen them go revenge crazy to the extent of trusting random people or rather not trusting random people but still going to meet them and staying in their house. Or going out of someone's house and staying out for five hours because they wanted to find a job so as not to depend on the person who wanted to help them.I mean when you think about it, her reason was valid. She had lose her wolf and loosing a wolf can make one do a lot of crazy shit. There were people who never got their wolf and they almost went bat shit crazy because not gaining something that was deeply embedded in your upbringing was crazy but getting it and then loosing it was even crazier. It was like loosing your identity, your second mind, your conciousness and it wasn't funny.I couldn't
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