Love a Wolf - Chapter 3
A new possibility has arrived. Is it worth the cost of lives?
"What did you say?" Star asked, taking a step forward before thinking better of it and then fell back against the door frame.
I sighed and waved my hand dismissing Star from my quarters. Without comment I listened to her leave before sliding out of my twin size bed and onto harsh cold cement. A chill ran up my spine as my bare skin met the conditioned air. I moved quickly, not wanting another pack leader to venture into this mess I called my room. Without hesitating to give my attire a fashion check, I picked out a pair of jeans and a black tank top which was my normal outfit. Only once have I only worn a dress and that was the first night Jake and I went out. A lump rose in the back of my throat which I immediately pushed down knowing that tears would follow. I moved towards my vanity and picked up a brush and as I fought a bird's nest that had planted itself in my hair, I stared at the woman in the mirror. The woman looked worn and extremely pale but beneath all of that was a ravishing beauty. I knew if she parted her lips there would be two sharp canine teeth that extended further than they were supposed to. And beneath the hem of her shirt along the curve of her lower back was a large black birth mark that was in the shape of a phoenix.
"Despite what you may believe but I doubt staring at yourself for long periods of time could change your appearance," said a voice behind me.
Sighing softly I turned and met West's eyes without wavering; a warning. "You know, sneaking up on a girl in her room could land you in a bloody mess. Especially if she is a leader," I countered throwing the brush on my bed then walking past him with ease but I allowed the angry tension to show in the set of my brow.
West chuckled and followed me out into the parlor. "So where is everyone?"
I shrugged. "They are not prisoners you know?" I glanced back at West wondering what he was getting at.
His eyes pranced around the room like a timid squirrel attempting to escape a car then he said, "We need to talk."
I met his gaze then sat on couch and motioned to the place next to me. He knew the dangers if he spoke too much. They would hear like always and it could endanger everyone. West sat next to me with his back straight and his eyes threatening as if he were mentally challenging them.
"Jake, he died right?" He asked.
I wondered if he knew how deeply his words cut. How could he not? I felt my lips tighten into a straight line as I fought a growl that was pushing its way into my throat. "Yea."
West searched my eyes then nodded slowly as if wanting some sort of confirmation. Then I understood. He knew, we both knew he did, but he wanted me to come clean. But if I admitted to Jake's love for me then I admit treason. Why would he want me to be in trouble? I felt my skin shred before my thoughts could process what I was doing. He didn't see it coming so I had the upper hand and was able to pin him easily against the couch. I pressed my paw against his throat daring him to change, to fight, but instead he just stuttered, "I know, Jake told me."
I found myself again and changed back into my human self. Sorrow shook out the tears that I had early denied but I turned my head so that he could not see them. West rubbed my shoulder as I cried softly. This was not how a leader was supposed to be. This was weak.
"Look, I'm sorry," he murmured.
I shrugged him off then stood and walked out of the room. He did not protest, probably knowing I would retaliate and this time I wouldn't stop until I saw blood.
What was so messed up was that I didn't want him to stop comforting me but if they assumed it was for other purposes, we wouldn't stand a chance. The only way out of this hell is if we fought. I stopped walking as it finally dawned on me. Why didn't we fight? We could be free from their rules, from their judgements, and from their hate. If we won.
I laughed. "Ya, if we won."
I sighed and waved my hand dismissing Star from my quarters. Without comment I listened to her leave before sliding out of my twin size bed and onto harsh cold cement. A chill ran up my spine as my bare skin met the conditioned air. I moved quickly, not wanting another pack leader to venture into this mess I called my room. Without hesitating to give my attire a fashion check, I picked out a pair of jeans and a black tank top which was my normal outfit. Only once have I only worn a dress and that was the first night Jake and I went out. A lump rose in the back of my throat which I immediately pushed down knowing that tears would follow. I moved towards my vanity and picked up a brush and as I fought a bird's nest that had planted itself in my hair, I stared at the woman in the mirror. The woman looked worn and extremely pale but beneath all of that was a ravishing beauty. I knew if she parted her lips there would be two sharp canine teeth that extended further than they were supposed to. And beneath the hem of her shirt along the curve of her lower back was a large black birth mark that was in the shape of a phoenix.
"Despite what you may believe but I doubt staring at yourself for long periods of time could change your appearance," said a voice behind me.
Sighing softly I turned and met West's eyes without wavering; a warning. "You know, sneaking up on a girl in her room could land you in a bloody mess. Especially if she is a leader," I countered throwing the brush on my bed then walking past him with ease but I allowed the angry tension to show in the set of my brow.
West chuckled and followed me out into the parlor. "So where is everyone?"
I shrugged. "They are not prisoners you know?" I glanced back at West wondering what he was getting at.
His eyes pranced around the room like a timid squirrel attempting to escape a car then he said, "We need to talk."
I met his gaze then sat on couch and motioned to the place next to me. He knew the dangers if he spoke too much. They would hear like always and it could endanger everyone. West sat next to me with his back straight and his eyes threatening as if he were mentally challenging them.
"Jake, he died right?" He asked.
I wondered if he knew how deeply his words cut. How could he not? I felt my lips tighten into a straight line as I fought a growl that was pushing its way into my throat. "Yea."
West searched my eyes then nodded slowly as if wanting some sort of confirmation. Then I understood. He knew, we both knew he did, but he wanted me to come clean. But if I admitted to Jake's love for me then I admit treason. Why would he want me to be in trouble? I felt my skin shred before my thoughts could process what I was doing. He didn't see it coming so I had the upper hand and was able to pin him easily against the couch. I pressed my paw against his throat daring him to change, to fight, but instead he just stuttered, "I know, Jake told me."
I found myself again and changed back into my human self. Sorrow shook out the tears that I had early denied but I turned my head so that he could not see them. West rubbed my shoulder as I cried softly. This was not how a leader was supposed to be. This was weak.
"Look, I'm sorry," he murmured.
I shrugged him off then stood and walked out of the room. He did not protest, probably knowing I would retaliate and this time I wouldn't stop until I saw blood.
What was so messed up was that I didn't want him to stop comforting me but if they assumed it was for other purposes, we wouldn't stand a chance. The only way out of this hell is if we fought. I stopped walking as it finally dawned on me. Why didn't we fight? We could be free from their rules, from their judgements, and from their hate. If we won.
I laughed. "Ya, if we won."
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