CLAIRE.Becky turned to me in exasperation. "Like your mother. She couldn't be controlled, didn't want any form of discipline. Look where that got her." She spread her arms wide and my eyes shifted down to my father at her movement, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, his eyes fixed on his hands, I scoffed, turning around in disbelief. Father had never been quiet about how much my mother meant to him, even after he'd married Becky. Once, Becky had asked if my mother didn't teach me manners, this was during her early days, and father had gotten so mad, he'd almost hit her. So to see him here, quiet as Becky bad mouthed my mother, shocked me. "See what I'm saying, zero manners. Dirty habits you'd picked up from your mom but they were never beaten out of you. My husband has tried so much to love you the way you demand, but you're never grateful. You go around the house sulking like everyone here hates you, but you don't even care about my husband or any of us. If you did,

ALEXAKIS.Her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow. Her head turned to my right and then my left as she tried to come up with what I knew would be a lie. I moved further away from her incase I couldn't control my urges to pull her into my arms once more. The feeling of her in my arms earlier was like nothing I've ever encountered and although I was still getting used to human emotion, I was pretty sure wolves shared the emotion I felt with her just then -Peace. Strange that a human girl would elicit such a strong emotion from me. I frowned at her, deep in thought. She probably took this the wrong way because her hands came to her front and she squeezed her fingers tight. "I saw you fight." I squinted my eyes at her, wondering if she thought I didn't know that. She cleared her throat when she saw that I had actually been referring to that when I'd asked why she was there -there being the Den. My eyebrows caved down when I realized that Angelo would be pissed that I'd left and had n

ALEXAKIS.I think I'd figured out what Angelo had wanted me to use this device for. But what I didn't understand was how he knew I'd been searching for information. Did he have knowledge on my problem? Did he know someone who did? Did this Google of a person I was chatting with really have all the information it claimed to have? My brows were scrunched together as I read through what Google had said and then Motty came to sit next to me, his eyes going to my phone and peering closer. He did a double take, shifting closer to me till his chest was pressed into my side and his head directly in front of my screen. Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story o

ALEXAKIS.Angelo had been acting strangely around me. Around everyone really because I wasn't the only one who commented on it. He came into the den early this morning, warily watching everyone as he strolled into his office. Marcus had stepped on after him and they'd been in there for hours, till Angelo had stepped out, a gun gripped tightly in his hand. A couple of guys gave each other a lot and turned to Marcus who nodded at them. And then they were on their way after him, taking off their gloves and unwrapping their hands. I'd watched silently, sitting beside Motty as we stared at the entourage. Or I stared rather, Motty barely glanced at them. They came back in less than an hour's time, looking dishevelled and tired. It was Angelo who caught my eyes because he was splattered with blood and it seemed that he didn't even notice, or he didn't care. I stood slowly, feeling Motty's gaze on me as I stared at Angelo's approach. He'd gotten to his door now and took the wet towel Marcus

CLAIRE.Alex finished his chocolate, a little smile on his face. It must have been his first time having chocolate. I was glad I gave him that experience. It wasn't bad having him around, I liked the partially silent company. He was a good listener and the fact that he didn't talk much did me a solid. I didn't need anyone's pity patty speech of motivation, telling me how to live my life. I preferred this. "I'll need you to stop here, I don't want any further trouble from the one I already know I'm going to face when I get home.""Trouble?" He said with a worried face."Don't worry about me, I can handle it." I knew that was not enough convincing but he understood anyway. I could see my Cinderella mansion from where I was and imagine my step mum looking at me and preparing ways to lock me up in the cobwebbed attic. I turned back and the wolf man was still there, watching me like some sort of guardian. I felt humored sometimes by him.The floor of my house creaked as I stepped in, it