Whiskey.
I hate this place. I hate this smell. The stench of wet dog and fear. It’s repugnant. When someone dies suddenly, they leave behind the stench of their last thoughts. I've come to find that most of the time those thoughts are ones of fear. I hate the smell of it. It's what comes after, that I like the most. The scent of death. Blood, mixed with pain and a hint of helplessness, all thrown together with the scent of decaying flesh. That is the smell I like. That is what I want to be able to smell all day. If I could, I would infuse the horrendous sent into a perfume and wear it daily. The bringer of death, carrying with her the scent of your doom. Sounds good doesn’t it.
This tedious task is st
Whiskey. “Watch the screen” he snapped. He let go of my chin and backed away from me, letting the screen come back into view. The pictures began to change in quick succession, flicking through the gruesome images. It stopped again on another wolf, its belly was cut open and its guts were spilled out on the ground. The chair warmed again, and for a brief second, Iwasn’tcold. Then it changed to a small group of giant wolves, all standing together with their big teeth facing at the camera. The collar whirled to life and the pain shot through me once again. I trembled and shook violently as I screamed in pain.I'mnot going to be able to hold out too much longer. The electricity stopped and I took a large gasp of air. I was panting and sweating, but no tears fell. I think dying would be easier than this. Iwouldn’teven care how painful the death was,as long asit resulted in me not being here any longer. I wo
Whiskey.I searched the village before it got too dark. It was only a small one. I'd say home to maybe less than sixty. Well, was home to them, not anymore. I did manage to find the pack library after a bit of ransacking. It was quite small, but the books and scrolls were very old, the oldest one dating back six hundred years. It was a journal kept by an Alpha at the time. He had decent handwriting, though my old Russian was a little rusty, so a lot of the text was a mystery to me. The yellowing pages were filled with pictures and diagrams and detailed notes. One word stood out among the rest.Boginya.Goddess. I read through the journal a bit more, until I was fully satisfied. This pack havedefinitely hadcontact with the Moon Goddess, or at least one of her descendants. I slipped the journal into my bag to go through more thoroughly another time.
Whiskey.As I watched the blissful and unaware smile on her face, an idea popped into my mind. I smirked down at the two bodies and slipped my blade away, then I went about putting my idea into motion. Silently I moved around the bed, the whole time the woman stayed peacefully asleep, completely unaware of the scare she was about to get. I rolled the dead man's face in his own blood, covering him all over. Then very gently I grabbed the woman’s hands and covered them in the blood as well. As I smeared the blood over the sleeping woman’s hand, I couldn’t contain the evil smirk that spread across my face. She was stupid to let her guard down. She was more stupid to get involved with a man. Love is weakness. She'll learn. I'm making sure of that. Once they were both sufficiently covered in blood, I pulled out the knife I stole from the last room and stabbed a few more holes into the dead man’s upper body. Then I gently placed th
Whiskey.I have been moulded into the perfect weapon, able to kill and destroy anyone that I come face to face with. And this human thought he could take me out with a mere bullet. So naive and clueless.His mouth dropped open as he realised that he missed meboth times, then he proceeded to empty his magazine. Firing shot after shot until he had nothing left. My body moved and glided through the air, dodging the bullets effortlessly. As I straightened my posture and glared over at him, he dropped the gun and raised his hands in surrender. A laugh burst forward before I could stop it.
Zelena. When I woke in the morning, the bed was empty. I reached out my hand and felt the space beside me, it was cold. Gunner has been gone for a while. Panic set in immediately. He couldn’t have left without saying goodbye, he wouldn’t do that, at least I don’t believe he would. I pulled on a pair of shorts and one of Gunner’s t-shirts and raced downstairs. I checked his office first, nothing. Then I checked the hall and the library, again nothing. I pushed open the kitchen door and found Nat sitting at the bench, playing absentmindedly with her bowl of cereal. “Have you seen Gunner?” I asked her as I stepped up beside her, but she didn’t respond. “Nat, have you seen Gunner this morning?” I asked again, but still got no response. What the fuck is her problem? What have I done to warrant being ignored. I hit her on the shoulder with the back of my hand and she jumped and squealed, dropping her spoon and spinning around to glare at me, “What the fuck
Zelena. “Besides, I don’t know if I want to live up to it. I don’t know if I want it at all” Smith said softly after a brief pause. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back to me so that he was looking at me. “We haven’t talked much since that day. Since Cole...” I paused and swallowed, “Since Cole died” I forced out. “We’ve both been a bit preoccupied” Smith tried to shrug it off, “That’s no excuse. You're my best friend Smith, you were my first friend. I'm sorry I haven’t been there for you. I should have tried harder” “Don’t beat yourself up princess, I haven’t really made much effort either” he replied and took my hands. “You found your Mum, Zee. That's kind of huge” “I did, and it is. And you lost your best friend" I answered. I knew he was trying to avoid talking about it. About Cole. But I'm no fool. Smith pulled his hands away from mine and snarled, “Don’t call him that” he hissed, “Why not? He
Zelena. “Your breakfast is ready for you” Tobias said warmly and started walking us back towards the house. At the mention of food my stomach grumbled loudly and I smiled, “Perfect, because we’re starving” I mused. When we reached the kitchen, Nat was gone, but on the counter was a spread worthy of royalty. We sat down and I ate my fill happily. I was too busy feeding my face to worry about conversation with Tobias. Not that he was overly chatty these days. After I had eaten all that I could, I was exhausted. From either the deep emotional breakthrough with Smith, the stress of Gunner’s imminent departure, or the fact that I’m growing a werewolf in my womb. Either way, exhaustion has become my second language. I stretched my arms out above my head and yawned. “You’re tired already?” Tobias questioned, “I’m pooped” I answered mid yawn, “Come on then, I’ll take you upstairs for a nap” he said as he stood up and held his arms out, “My her
Zelena. Tobias helped to calm my nerves. His words offered a small sliver of hope, but it was enough to lift my spirits. We headed back downstairs to get more food, before I went in search of Nat. Our little talk is way overdue. After a half attempt at checking the usual spots, the movie room, kitchen, library, with no luck in any of them, we headed out to the village to see if she was with Smith. It was mid-afternoon but the village was unusually quiet. I walked past the cabins and around the communal areas. A few pack members were out and about keeping themselves busy, but the atmosphere just felt unusually still. Each person I passed offered a warm smile and would either nod or wave or even bow. Yeh, some of them were still bowing, and I am still not comfortable with it. We got to the edge of the clearing where most of the visiting packs had been staying when the Alpha ceremony happened. But they were all long gone now, back to their own realiti