Chapter 2: Errands and suspicious People

Kayah’s Point of View

I was a wolfless. I do admit it. A year after I turned eighteen, I didn’t shift, instead, a painful tattoo showed on my left wrist and a voice that probably belonged to my wolf. It was like a glow-in-the-dark tattoo because it was invisible during the day and glowed green at night.

Yeah, I know. Instead of a wolf, I freaking have a tattoo which I don’t even know what it means. I tried searching about the tattoo but I never found any explanation about it. And also my wolf’s voice shut her mouth about it. 

Today, my tattoo was partially painful. It felt like hundreds of needles piercing my skin one by one making it irritating. 

“Where’s my food, bitch?” I heard my mom’s shrieking voice echoing the whole house. Honestly, I couldn’t leave her if I wanted to but I didn’t at least not yet since I’m broke as hell. She’s my only family and it was not her fault that she became like that. Alcohol dependent. It was my father who ruined her. 

“Coming Mom!” I yelled at her to hear me. I wouldn’t like her to come banging at my door. She would always catch the good of me and I ended up having a bruise or cut on my face and lips. 

My breathing became shallow, and my heartbeat echoed loudly in my ears. I gulped and forced myself to stand up from the bed I was lying on. I looked at my alarm clock. 

It was still four in the morning. She usually yells at me for food around eight in the morning and seeing it was too early, she probably didn’t sleep yet. 

“Hurry! I’m hungry, you moron! Come down or I’ll rip that door off and pull your ass down here!” her painful shrieking voice hollered again. 

I heard her footsteps coming in. 

"Just go, Kaya. Mom will not like letting her wait. Go and be done with it," my wolf told me. 

My wide, panic-filled eyes flit around my room around paintless walls and the small table I took home from the pack’s garbage area. Everything in my room came from the dumpster of our pack. 

And when I heard a loud bang downstairs, I mustered up everything in me and stood up. I swallowed heavily and made my way out of my closet-sized room. 

I closed the termite-infested wooden door behind me, not wanting to piss Mom off further. I’d pray to the goddess to help me traipse downstairs, making the least amount of sound possible. My mismatched sleeper made a loud sound when my feet hit the base of the stairs, making me cringe. 

I look down to see that I've stomped on a piece of broken glass littering the floor, glass that came from mom’s liquor bottle which I bought last night. 

"Make me some food, Idiot!" Mom yelled at me and flinched when I heard another shattering sound. 

I rushed across the hall to the kitchen, not paying attention to her painful words, seeing her food was more important than her knife-piercing insult.  

"Give me my food!" she shrieked as the sound was similar to a dying banshee.

I hastily opened the fridge and saw nothing. I swore I bought eggs and bacon yesterday and now they were all gone. 

“Mom, will it be okay if I go and buy some groceries?”

“What!? Now!?”

“Yes. I don’t have anything to cook for you and-”

“What are you waiting for?! Go. Gr3q⁸ab me some beer when you’re done,” she yelled at me. 

Like a mad dog, I went upstairs and grabbed my wallet. I rode my bike and took the shortest way to a human store that operates twenty-four hours. I grabbed everything I needed and when I was going back home, I suddenly heard a low voice a few meters away from me. 

“You got her?” I heard a woman’s voice. Based on her scent, she was not a human or a werewolf. She’s a vampire.

“I did,” said the other one. 

“Did you confirm it was her?”

“Yes. Positive,” the man said. His scent told me he was a wolf.

“Good. The boss will be pleased this time. That damn Rogue, we couldn’t do anything. He’s a damn fortress. I didn’t know he could be like that to his mate.”

“Shh. Lower your voice. There’s a pack near here. Someone might hear you.”

“You’re a wolf. You would have already smelled them if someone was here listening to us.”

“Okay. Leave that stuff here. Let’s go.” 

“What are you going to do about the girl?”

“We’ll bring her to the boss,” the woman replied before leaving the shopping bag followed by the man. 

I waited for a bit and saw if they really left and when I was positive that they were not coming back, I walked towards the large shopping bag of some expensive human brand and took it with me. 

When I was about to reach home, I hid the bag and ran inside before whipping food for Mom. Five minutes later, her breakfast was served. I made her toasted bread and eggs ready. I set a plate in front of her on the bar counter and quickly stepped back, putting much-needed distance between us. Mom looks at the plate, and her glazed eyes, which were once beautiful shades of blue, are now dead. 

"You expect me to eat this!?" she exclaimed, shoving greasy strands of blond hair off her face. I cower slightly as I duck my head instinctively but not timidly anyway. 

"M-mom, we’re t-tight on b-bud-get," I stuttered, my voice breaking into a nervous stutter.

“Get the hell out of my face!” She screamed and that was my cue to go. I secretly took the bag with me and went back inside my room without making any noise. 

As I looked at the bag, I saw a card and read it. 

Sabrina, babe. I know you decided not to go to the mating ball but I would still want to give you this as a gift. I love you

Who the hell is Sabrina?

I opened the bag and saw a beautiful red gown and a pair of black shoes. There were boxes of jewelry and if I’m not mistaken it’ll cost millions. 

I smirked. I could sell this jewelry and use the money to escape. Whoever Sabrina was, I thank  her

But who was the rogue those people were talking about?