I had fun tonight, and we made a lot of money; I cannot wait to do this again tomorrow night."
"Ok chill Tanina, before you wake up the whole werewolf community with your mouth."
"Oh hush Shaughnessy, you know I'm telling the truth."
"I agree Tanina, but I'm still telling the truth about your loudmouth."
"I second that."
"Tiffanye, you up?" Tanina ask.
"Of course, how can I get some sleep with you two talking so loud?"
"Whatever Tiffanye, we are just happy to have money in our pockets. Thanks to you for putting a word in for us down at Jax club."
Chill Tanina, nobody likes a kick-ass, anyway remember, do not tell anyone about this. Because if word gets out that Jax is having underage girls dancing in his club, all hell will break loose, especially if Alpha gets involved."
"Do not worry Tiffanye, our secret is safe; no one will ever know," Shaughnessy said.
Tanina nodded while driving; soon after, Tanina came to a complete stop in front of my house. "here you go, home sweet home Tiffanye" Shaughnessy said.
I reply, "What so sweet about it? my parents ignore me as much as they can, Sunshyne is self-center, Emiliano does his own thing, and Journee is the only one who cares to be around me."
Tanina spoke, "Don't worry Tiffanye, things will get better soon, pray to the moon goddess."
"Will do, don't worry, I feel that things will change in due time. Anyway, you two need to hurry up and head on home before we get busted. Also, remember to put the Alpha car back in the same spot, don't forget what happened last time we took it out for a joyride."
"Don't remind me if we do get caught; I hope it is by Roderick. All I have to do is charm him, and we are off the hook," Tanina replied.
I sighed. "You know that Roderick left for the Alpha academy last week?"
"Oh shit, I forgot," Tanina stated.
"How could you forget? Remember the Alpha threw him a going-away party," Shaughnessy uttered.
"Well, sue me for forgetting; there's a lot on my mind," Tanina said.
"Yeah, trying to find ways to seduce him," I said; we all chuckled.
"Anyway, hurry up and head home; you two did remember to mask your scent? I ask, looking at both of them.
"Of course, Tiff, we would never forget, especially that punishment the Alpha had given us when we took his car the last time. Every time I think of that still can feel my legs shaking from all that torture," Tanina said.
"Agree," Tiffanye and Shaughnessy said in unison.
I spoke, "Ok, it's getting late, I'll talk to you two tomorrow."
"OK, good Tiff," Tanina said as she drove the car and took off.
As soon as the car was out of my view, I hurried up and headed to my backyard so I could seek in the back door; I knew that Journee had kept the door unlocked, and she always does, you got to love baby sister for that; also, I give Journee two hundred dollars. That makes her happy because she gets to buy all that girly stuff she likes. Just when I was about to open the door, suddenly, the September breeze had hit me, I was able to catch a scent of lemon and peppermints that had my Jezebelle jumping up and down in my head; soon enough, she had me following the smell.
As I was walking, I realized that I was heading up the hill about 150 yards from my house. When I reached the top, a tall figure had his back turned to me. I believe that he picks up my scent cause the person immediately turns to face me. A man stood about 6'4 long black hair medium built from what I can see. With the bright light coming from one of the poles close by, I know he was brown completion. As we stood there facing each other, I felt myself getting caught up in his eyes, but I had to stop myself. Before I knew it, my wolf Jezebelle screamed in my head, "Mate".
I was so in shock that I found my mate, but also I don't know how to feel at the same time. People always told me when you find your mate, you would feel overjoyed, and wanted to mate right away. I never brought into that mess, that was just words coming from a bunch of horny she-wolves who would fuck anything that move. I was right, standing there facing the man, I can feel the mate pull, but I do not feel excited, I want to feel that bond in my heart. Deep down I'm not ready to be mated at all.
"So, you are my mate?" the man said.
"I believe I'm am" I replied.
The man responds "What's your name?"
"Tiffanye Rebel, you?"
"Quinton Knight"
I sighed "Nice to meet you Quinton".
"Same here, I have something I need to tell you," Quinton said.
"Ok, you have my full attention speak away," I told him.
"Ok, here it goes, I know that the moon goddess, had placed us together, but I'm ---
I cut him off You're not looking for a mate?"
"Yes, how did you know?" Quinton ask.
"Because I feel the same way too, I don't have the time to be settling down right now. so there is no need for us to get to know each other, let's do what we have to do, and get it over with." I stated.
When those words left my mouth, I could hear Jezebelle growling, and whimpering at the same time. she wants to be with her mate, I know that it is going to hurt to do this to her. When I look at Quinton I can see that he was having a conversation with his wolf too. In minutes Quinton eyes became normal.
"So mate, I'm surprised that you are handling this situation quite well" Quinton stated.
I retorted "What you thought, I was going some damsel in distress, that going to cry over you? I don't think so, I have my dignity".
Quinton uttered "Very well, then I'll be the one to reject you"
I said "What makes you think that you should be the one to do it. why can I do it?"
"Because I said it first" Quinton stated.
"You did not I cut you off, and finished the sentence for you. So I should be the one to say it".
"That's not going to happen mate" Quintion stated.
"Sounds like a challenge; let me tell you now, that you are not going to win," I said, folding my arms.
"You wanna bet? I'm starting right now."
"I Quinton Clyde Mc Knight"
"I Tiffanye Bonnie Rebel"
"Reject you as my mate," both said in unison.
After everything was said, the ground began shaking as lighting struck down between Quinton and me. I feel that we had just upset the moon goddess in my heart, and she is pissed off right now. Before one of us could do anything, Quinton and I were lifted from off the ground, and we were about 10 feet in the air. We both headed towards each other immediately; we collided with electric shock; suddenly, we got thrown back from the area we came from. I crashed onto a tree with my back, and I felt the pain right away, that I wanted to scream. All I could see was that my vision was getting blurry until darkness took over.
When I woke up, I saw that it was light out, the sun was beaming in my eyes that I had to close them again. I turned my head to the slide and opened them up again; it was much better this time. When I tried to get up, I felt a sharp pain in my back that I whimpered slightly. When everything started coming back to me from last night, I remember that Quinton and I had rejected each other, then we collided. I felt Jezebelle whimpering before she went to the back of my mind I felt bad for what I did to her, because all she wanted was to be with her mate, and I took that happiness away from her, and now she is hurt by my own actions, all I can do is to tell her how sorry I'm am.
"Jezebelle, I know you can hear me, I'm sorry for what I'm putting you through. I hope that you can understand, my reasons for doing this. The emotional pain that we had to endure for so many years from our parents makes it hard for me to open my heart to anyone, especially our mate. I know that you are upset with me right now. I hope that one day that you will find it in your heart to forgive me" I cut off the communication, I knew that Jezebelle will need some time to herself. I started getting up soon enough the pain got worst in my back, but I was able to stand. I started walking towards the direction of my house, before I walked further on, I turn to take one last look at the hill. I said to myself "I know that I did the right thing." I turn back around and continue walking.
Chapter 2
Wolves tale
It rained that night, with the heavy rain and thunder my eyes were opened and awake even though I'm just coming from slumbering. My mother woke me up with terror in her eyes. I'm asking her but she didn't answer me. Her palms were both trembling while holding my small fists, I almost stumble to the mahogany floor because she was fast and I step my sleeping gown because of it. I was required to wake myself but the dream is still there, just like a nightmare in lucid dreaming. I wanted to shout for someone to wake me up, but I can't find my voice.
I wanted to my father but his nowhere to be found. Until we heard a loud bang of noise to the first floor of the house and I heard my mother telling something that I didn't understand. As if she wanted me to hurry. Other loud bangs and followed by another until it didn't stop. I scream when I heard a gunshot. My mother took me and carries me to hurry our way until we enter the room full of blankets and one cabinet to the other side near the wide window. She opens the cabinet and put me there.
I saw my expression full of confusion and asking her why do I need to go there inside.
Because of fear and scared of what happened that night, I was crying while my mother is crying too.
She said I need to hide there, don't make any sounds, and whatever may happen doesn't go out from the cabinet before she closed the cabinet.
I gulped.
I feel the cold sweat all over my body and my heart was beating so fast inside my chest.
I cover my mouth with my two hands and still trembling. I don't know where I should fear the thunder or to my situation I don't know what happened that night. I wanted to stop the nightmare, but it didn't. Someone wanted to suffer again to these vivid memories I wanted to erase in my brain.
I'm shocked when the door on that room bang opens.
I heard my mother screaming to stop someone I didn't see. I peeked through the small hole in the cabinet to see what is happening outside. My eyes widened when I saw how they kill my mother using their fangs and talons. They are hairy, with red eyes, fierce fangs, and large bodies of monsters. My world stops when I saw my mother was bathing in her blood to the floor.
I feel weak at what I witnessed.
I was even more surprised that the two monsters have become human beings. I saw one of them approached the cabinet where I was hiding, and it surprised me when he opened it. He was smiling at me.
I feel his hands and my small hand while pulling me to pull out to that cabinet. I fell to the floor when I also saw my father lying outside the room at the door, bloody and unconscious, bathed in his blood while it opened his eyes. Another screaming from the first floor and loud bangs I heard.
One of them releases my hand and then ran to escape but one thing they said before they go.
"We will come back to you."
***
When the nightmare was done my eyes opened. The first thing I saw was the old ceilings of my room, I'm bathing from cold sweat and my heart was beating fast. I get up from the bed and go to the window to open the curtains. I saw the fog from the outside this morning. I need to wake up because I have a trip to Caroline province and visit the old mansion of my family.
I stretch my body and wear my robe before I went to my room.
My auntie died last week because of her blood disease and yesterday was her funeral. I have nothing relative to my side right now and one thing about her statement in her last well testament I need to sell the mansion. She's my father youngest and only siblings, I don't know my relatives to my family side so I need to find another solution to finance my daily life, there's nothing problem in my college studies because I am scholars and in this summer before I can go back to school I need to finish what I need to finish and besides I need to budget the savings of my auntie she passed in my name too, I need to be smart.
After cooking a simple meal, I ate my cereals, French toast, and drink chocolate mallow drinks. While I was eating, I still think how I should sell the house, is there someone in the Caroline would buy that or do I need to reconstruct before I sell it and anything things I could do.
I need to prepare a list of plans and I write it on the piece of paper but if no one can't buy that house I think I need to find a side-line or minor job just to stable my finance. I think I need to forget that mansion; I don't know if I could enter the mansion because of murder happened last 8 years that I wanted to erase the memories but it keeps on coming back and I think I can't run to that nightmare.
I took a deep breath and put the ball pen to the side of the paper.
"What should I do to my life right now?" I asked myself.
I didn't finish my breakfast because if the trip needs to catch up. After I clean my plate, I go to the shower and clean myself. After that, I checked the house if I double-locked all the windows, doors, and if my things are complete.
I look again one last time at the house before I leave because I'm not sure if when I come back to this city.
The wolves revenge
Chapter 1
A bleak morning
The sky was bleak and cloudy this morning, lending the atmosphere a sorrowful and foreboding feel to it. It had been so for a few days, with the sky seeming heavily pregnant with rain, but yet, not a drop of water fell from the skies. Instead, the bleak look of the atmosphere increased day by day. At this time of the morning, there was not a single soul in sight, despite the fact that it was already a few minutes past seven, but that was probably because of the dull-looking weather.
Michael loved the weather though, just as he liked the fact that nobody was outside this morning. He did not like people and went out of his way not to have to deal with them, although this was mostly impossible, considering the fact that he lived right in the midst of them. The weather suited his mood ... cold, bleak, and lonely. This was the mood he had majorly been in since that awful day when it became his fate to be all alone in this world. The memory of that day was firmly etched in his brain and he doubted that he would ever forget it for as long as he lived. It was his lot to carry it about.
He must have been seven or eight years old then. He had been sleeping in his room in his family's large house, which was located in their community that was made up of humans when something woke him up sometime past midnight. His father, who was once human and had been turned by a bite from a notorious alpha, years and years ago, hated being a werewolf with a passion and made sure that his family lived a normal human life. Michael's older siblings learned how to suppress their werewolf instincts early on, and were able to blend in with the human community.
This particular night, or early morning, depending on how you looked at it, the silence was deafening. Even the frogs that lived in the creek some distance away from Michael's house, which were notorious for their cries every blessed night, were silent. Everywhere was still and quiet, and everything was so strange that for a moment, the little Michael lay there wide awake in bed, his young and alert mind knowing instantly that something was wrong ... very wrong, but not knowing what on earth it was. He was terrified, more terrified than he had ever been in his short years on earth, and thought of crying out for his mother and father, but somehow decided against it.
There was something inside this dark and still house ... something scary ... something that could harm and kill him. His young werewolf instincts made him know this as surely as he knew his own name. He must have lain there quietly listening to his own muffled and scared breath in the dark for more than seven minutes when he heard something move just outside his door. Although everything in him still wanted to cry out for his mom and dad, he kept as still and quiet as he possibly could, as whatever it was that was out there slowly turned the knob of his room door and stood in the doorway, looking into the room. It was a human, and it had evil intent. Michael could smell its hatred from where he sat in his bed towards the end of the room, but he merely sat there in his bed and they stared at each other in the dim moonlight. As he and the human watched themselves in the moonlight, Michael could hear more movement, signaling that this human was not alone. There were others like him with malicious intent, and they were all in this house.
"Well, well, well. What have we got here?" The man, the one who had first come into the room drawled, drawing closer to the bed where the little boy was still seated, frozen in fear.
"Why, it's a teeny little werewolf. What do you say we do with him?" The man asked, looking behind him to talk to someone.
"I say we cut off its little werewolf head or put our silver spear right into its tiny wolfy heart. It looks cute, but we must remember that cute little werewolves turn into big bad, ugly monsters that kill humans." Another man said from behind the first man, his tone mocking.
"I don't kill humans. My daddy said not to, that it's bad to do that." Little Michael told them. He was no longer so scared of these people who stood in his room and were talking about silver spears and other things, but he wished his mummy and daddy would come regardless.
"Is that so now, buddy? Come on, show me your fangs."
"I don't have fangs. I'm not a werewolf." Michael replied, belatedly remembering that his parents had warned him never to reveal what his family truly was to anyone as it could spell danger for them. It seemed these people already knew anyway, so it was not his fault. He just hoped that his mommy and daddy would not blame him for the fact that they knew.
"Is that so now, baby werewolf. I don't believe you." The second man said coming out from behind the first man and sneering down at Michael, who was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and was beginning to become scared again. There was something different about this second man, with his penetrating eyes. In a moment, he realized what it was. This man was a werewolf himself, but not like his mommy and daddy. This man was a very bad werewolf.
"I want my mommy and my daddy. You are bad men." He declared, starting to shimmy his way out of bed so he could go and report these bad men to his parents. They were strangers after all, and his parents had always taught him to be afraid of strangers. He did not get far. Before his small legs could swing down the bed, the second man produced something shiny with a sharp end, and poked Michael in the chest with it, drawing blood and immediately eliciting white-hot pain in the boy's chest. The pain wasn't from the fact that the object had torn part of the skin of the boy's chest. It was from something else. Michael opened his mouth wide and yelled as loudly as he could, partly because of the searing pain and partly in a bid to alert his parents to the presence of the intruders.
At his loud shout, the sound of running feet was heard, and within minutes, the door burst fully open, and a heavily pregnant woman came in with another man. Michael glanced at them in renewed fear. These were clearly not his parents. Despite his loud screams, his parents were nowhere to be found, and without anyone telling him anything, he knew in his young heart that something bad had happened to his parents.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? He's just a helpless kid, for chrissakes. Put that weapon down. Now!" The pregnant woman yelled angrily. The man did so reluctantly, muttering under his breath.
"He'll grow up to be worse than his parents. You'll see." He muttered.
"Let him grow up and become worse than them first. Then we'll take action." She finished, coming over to where Michael was shivering in fear on the bed.
"Don't worry, little one. No one's going to harm you. Not on my watch, they won't."
"I want my mummy and daddy." He repeated again. A look that he could not identify passed across the woman's face, and she made a signal to the men, who turned and followed her as she walked out the door, leaving Michael alone in a large house that was filled with the dead bodies of his loved ones.
That had been sixteen years ago, but the memory of that day remained with him, as fresh as ever. As usual, he found himself beginning to shift the way he always did whenever he thought about that day. The urge to kill something, especially those who had taken his loved ones from him was very great and kept becoming greater as the days passed. He usually tried his best not to think about it, and it had been really long since he last let himself go like this. He could not help it this time around. He needed to let out this rage that was in him somehow, and a very good way of doing that was to run wild in the thick forest.
Giving in to his urge to shift, he let nature take its course, and soon, his bones began cracking and rearranging as his body took on his wolf form. Within seconds, where there had been a handsome young man before, there was now a sad-looking wolf. The wolf let out a very loud, lonely howl, turned around, and bounded into the thick forest, disappearing into the thicket as though it had never been.
Chapter 4
Fated wolves
couldn't believe what I was hearing!
My father was actually alive? The words my mother left me with before I had to go to school continued to run through my mind. I couldn't believe it still.
How could they just lie to me like that?
And why were they suddenly deciding to drop this on me now? On my eighteenth birthday? It all seemed so odd. I couldn't make any sense of it. I took a deep breath as I made it to the bus stop. I would not let this ruin my day.
And what do you truly have planned for today to let things ruin it?
I slipped my headphones over my head, hoping the music would drown out my inner thoughts as much as it drowned the outside world out. As the bus stopped in front of the stop, I tried not to visibly cringe at the loud squeals the brakes made. The bus had definitely seen better days, but I knew better than to think they'd actually put any money in fixing the public transportation in the city. I stepped onto the bus, praying there'd be an empty space and I wouldn't have to either stand akwardly in front of the others or be squished beside a bunch of strangers. I hated the bus. I'd tried to convince Mom last year to let me drive to school. I'd gotten my license as soon as I could. But...there was the whole problem of not having a car.
As I glanced around the bus, I was pleasantly surprised to see the bus was almost empty. I had to admit that I was a bit shocked as well, though. My stop was one of the last in the route to my academy and as such, the bus was typically full--between the other students, people making their way to their jobs, and others just making their way to whatever destination they needed, the bus was never without its passengers.
So why was it so empty today?
I wondered if I should be nervous. Was I missing something? I didn't think it was a holiday of any kind and I knew I wasn't running late or anything. Taking a deep breath and deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, I made my way down the aisle and slid into an empty seat. I took a deep breath, sitting back and just trying to make sense of the conversation I had with Mom earlier.
"Dani, I want you to come home straight from school today," my mother said, looking anywhere but at me.
"Why? Is everything okay?"
"It's...your father. He's going to be arriving shortly to meet you for your birthday," she said, not at all seeming to realize just how shocking those words were to me.
"My father? I thought he was dead, Mom," I said, shaking my head.
"We'll explain it to you tonight, okay?" she said as she finally looked at me.
The look in her eyes shook me and I decided to leave it alone.
"Alright, fine. I'll be home after school," I said numbly, moving to grab my bag and make my way out the door.
I continued to replay the conversation in my head. It'd been a little over thirty minutes since I'd left home, but I was still just as unnerved. How was I supposed to go on with my day with my head like this? It wasn't fair for her to just drop this on me like she did!
I paused, feeling a sudden sensation on the back of my neck, the skin seeming more sensitive. I moved my hand to my neck, wondering exactly what I was feeling. Every nerve on my body suddenly seemed to go on alert and my heart began to beat irregularly. This wasn't the first time I'd had this feeling, it'd begun to grow a few years ago but I'd been able to ignore it so far. Now...it was the same feeling but doubled, if not tripled in intensity. I turned, feeling like I was suddenly being watched and that's when I noticed him.
My heart began to beat even faster.
The man sitting in the back of the bus was gorgeous. He was large, I knew I'd only reach his shoulders--if that--if I stood beside him. His skin was bronze and his dark hair was thick and long, reaching past his shoulder. It had that messy-styled look that I only thought you saw in movies. His eyes were...
On me?
I paused, blinking a bit when I realized he was staring directly at me. I felt my skin warm as his eyes held mind, refusing the break the stare. A part of me wanted to hold his look, but then I suddenly felt that I needed to look down. Every fiber of my being screamed to look away, to show...respect? I realized then that I had broken the stare. I was suddenly looking down at the ground. But I would not forget his gaze for a long time. His eyes were bright green, reminding me of emeralds under the glowing sun. I flushed again, scolding myself at the thoughts I was having over this stranger.
I should be more concerned about the way he was staring.
And even though he could see I'd noticed, he hadn't broken his stare.
Even without the benefit of meeting his stare, I knew he was watching me. With that dark, penetrating gaze. As if my nerves weren't already on edge enough. I shook my head, taking a deep breath and looking away, turning in my seat. I could ignore this, could ignore him. As the bus came to another stop, I watched as several new passengers made their way onto the bus, moving to block my view of the stranger. As the bus began to move again, I relaxed as my body also calmed down. Turning to see if I was still being watched, I saw that the man had slipped out of the bus at the last stop.
My shoulders slumped and I wondered why.
You liked him, that's why. And you should!
That voice again. I stifled a growl. Wait. Did I really just stifle a growl? I took another deep breath, snatching my phone from my pocket and turning the volume of my music up. Not that it would really help. It just made me feel better. I quickly glanced through my notifications on F******k and my texts.
I only had four birthday wishes. One of which was from my mother. I chewed my lip, wondering why I was so unpopular. I'd wanted to be liked, wanted to have friends. But any time I thought I'd made an actual friend, they'd either disappear or suddenly start to avoid me like the plague.
What's wrong with me?
I chewed my lip, realizing the bus was coming to my stop. I looked over as the academy came into view, watching as the other students walked up the entranceway. I envied the smiles on their faces, the small clusters of friends laughing and goofing off with each other. I wanted that so badly.
Wanted to belong somewhere.
Why could I never share that feeling with someone?
The bus came to a stop and I just continued to stare out the window. I knew I needed to make a move if I didn't want to miss my stop. But I couldn't move. I didn't want to go to school today. I wouldn't be able to concentrate anyway, not after learning about my father. I relaxed as the bus continued on its route. I continued to stare out the window, pausing only when I noticed the stranger from the bus standing right at the entrance of the school, his arms crossed in front of his chest...
And his eyes were staring right at me.
I felt my cheeks grow hot and once again was lowering my gaze as if I had no control of my actions. Why was this guy at my school and why was he looking at me? Was he stalking me? I felt my nerves worsen and grabbed my phone, deciding that I'd text my mom to let her know I'd be home early. I never skipped school and it was my birthday.
ME: I'm skipping school today. Be home early.
I watched as the text went from delivered to read. I chewed my lip, hoping she'd understand, hoping that I wouldn't have to explain anything further.
MOM: I hope everything is okay. Take the day to relax and I'll be home this afternoon before your father gets home.
I took a deep breath, glad to see that my mother wasn't upset about me skipping classes. Leaning back in my seat on the bus, I moved to look to see what route I would need to take to get home. I decided I was going to spend the day in bed. Thinking of as little as possible. When I found the right bus route, I went back to listening to my music, realizing that along with the thoughts of meeting my father tonight, I couldn't seem to get that stranger's piercing gaze out of my mind.
What else was in store for me...?