"What?" I watched Tera wide-eyed, blinking. "You have exactly two hours to finish them," she said, seeming unfazed by my reaction. "Are you joking me?" Her lips pursed. "Do I look like I am joking? Get to it already!" I looked down at the piles of dirty clothes that must have come from at least a hundred people. Dried mud and traces of moss stained every single one of them. What were they even doing? Playing reptiles on the ground? Earlier Tera brought me to a new house. No, it'd be a mistake to call it a house. It was more like a mansion with four stories and probably two hundred rooms. Though its appearance was nothing compared to the beautiful hell I resided in now. Loud cackles came from the living room as a whole group of young men crowded there watching tv and snacking. Kids played outside, and women hurried around with their chores. Seemed like they all lived together in here. The pack house as they called it. This small town was as though a modern version of a tribe. Th

Have you ever felt guilty for someone else's crime?Have you ever lost sleep sympathizing your enemy?Have you ever seen all your life's beliefs crumbling before your very existence? I did.I stayed up all night watching the moon switching duties with the sun, yet I couldn't shrug the feeling of guilt from my conscious despite it being my papa's wrongdoing and not mine. It latched onto me stubbornly like a soul-sucking leech. Everytime my eyes closed, the entire scene resurfaced in my mind, tormenting me, punishing me on my father's behalf. I still couldn't believe my own eyes. Or my mind. Or my mind's eyes I wasn't sure. It could be a sheer hallucination. He could be using drugs or trickery-like something to manipulate me into believing his accusations. But...It all seemed so real. Felt so real. Like I was present right there when it happened. The sounds of gun still echoed in my ears, and the smell of blood lingered in my nose. And those lifeless eyes still haunted me. It was r

My eyes scanned around the golden-lighted room, spotting at least fifteen to twenty men sporting the leather lounges lining the walls. All cladded in extravagant suits and curious gazes. My nostrils filled with rich, masculine scents, like spice and earth combined with cigarette and whiskey, making me dizzy in the head.One look at them, and you'd know they were the wrong group of men to be near. I felt the heat of their eyes scorching me in all the places set in exhibition for the world. One of them even drawled up to his feet as he visibly checked me out. My eyes widened. Without another thought, I turned around, reaching for the door. Instead my face collided with a hard chest. The belongings on the tray rattled with the impact. A hand placed under mine, stopping the accident from occuring, and another wrapped around my waist, steadying me. "Easy there," a deep male voice spoke.I looked up, meeting a pair of dark blue eyes and a darker smirk. A shiver ran down my spine. Twisti

Blood, blood and more blood. Someone groaned, a woman wailed and the others dragged the mutilated bodies on their shoulders. One by one, three men were brought and taken to a building nearby. They had gashes like claw marks on their chests and backs. One even had half of his cheek hanging by a fraction of skin as red liquid continuously poured out, reddening his white shirt, or whatever was left of it. A bile rose up my throat from the scene. The metallic stench of blood filling the atmosphere wasn't helping either. My hand shot to my mouth, and I ran to the side. Freeing my stomach of whatever little food I ate in the morning, I wiped my lips and took a moment to gather what I just saw. Those claw marks. They were either from an animal or metal claw weapons or...These people were too strong and powerful for an animal or weapons to tackle them into such bad shapes. My heartbeat stilled. It was here, wasn't it? The monster was here. It was coming to get me.The feminine sobs in

I felt my soul leaving my body. Right before the device hit the ground, my foot pushed in the direction. A gasp left me as pain shot throughout the bones in my leg. Bending down, I held the throbbing spot. "My phone!" Maria yelled, coming and picking it up. She rubbed it clean like it was her baby. Thank the Lord, it didn't break though it most definitely broke a few metatarsals in my foot. "The fuck were you doing, slave?" I had to crane my neck to look up at Tera. She looked furious as always. "You're fucking stealing now?" I shook my head. "N-No. I-I..." My heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't be caught. Not when I was so close to my salvation. "It was at the edge. I hit it accidentally." "You think I will believe you?" She spat. Then a smirk took over her face. "Wait till the Alpha hears about this." I felt the colors draining from my face. "N-No, no-""Tera," Nola spoke finally, "no need to stretch it. We have been here the whole time. She wouldn't dare do anything." T