I don’t really know because I am still lonely. The only difference is, they keep my atmosphere lively.
I still feel broken inside and all I want is to disappear from this planet and erase my existence
It’s been four years since I left the outside world and it just feels like yesterday. What was I doing all this time? Why am I still alive and pained?
Why has the moon goddess punished me with lots of alphas? This is not how I want my life to be? I wanted it to be peaceful and loving.
These dangerous alphas born from the Grimwolf pack slithered into my life. They injected their venom into my blood and turned me to who they wanted me to turn out to be.
And I let them…not willingly. Allowed them, and no one saved me. Until nothing got left in me but corruption.
All I feel within me is hatred and bitterness of how to take them out.
Especially Sihwa, the mastermind of them all. He took away everything I loved and burned them to the ground. I want to cut his head off his shoulders and leave it for the vultures to feast on.
What I desired the most in my life, why was it taken away from me? I lost everything I loved and treasured. I just hope my grandfather being dead is a prank call. If it is not a prank, I don’t know what I would do. I’m tired of everything and letting people control my life.
I have cried enough and I’m tired of waiting for some savior to save me and take me away in his arms as we both fly to the sky.
I want to kill them. I want to wipe them out and die. If that’s the best way to live, let it be that way.
However, when we finally arrived at the city, my determination to hurt my mates overwhelmed me.
~Courtney~
We finally got to the pack as we all followed Wendy to her clan. We’ve never gotten out of the Twilight Springs before. So, the city was new to all of us as we walked along the busy crowd and had the best moments of our lives.
But when we arrived at the pack, Wendy cried out and fell to the ground, ready to jump into the blazing building. Larcade grabbed her by the waist by preventing her from jumping into the building where her grandfather was.
The entire clan was on fire.
“My grandfather is in there. Bring him out.” Wendy screamed and Larcade tightened his grip around her. “Stay put, Wendy.” He yelled.
“Let me go.” Wendy burst into tears. Her face was red from her cries.
Chelsea and I couldn’t do anything but watch the fire extinguishers trying their terms to put out the fire. But the more they tried putting out the fire, the worse it became and burst out in red flames. The fierce force from the fire pushed us 20 feet away from the building inside the clan.
And the next thing we knew, her grandfather was truly dead and his body scattered like butchered meat. I puked and Wendy froze and fell on her knees, letting go of Larcade’s grip.
Her cries made me cry. I sobbed alongside her and hugged Wendy. Chelsea kept consoling the both of us.
Suddenly, Wendy pushed the both of us away from her and stood up on her feet. She looked in my direction and ran past us in a flash.
“Where is she going?” Larcade questioned, and the both of us ran after her. We ran so fast with our super strength and got exhausted.
We caught up to Wendy in another clan, who kept muttering. “I will kill you, Sihwa.” She shrieked and used her forehead to knock the enormous dark green gate open.
Blood flowed down her eyes from her forehead, she used it in opening the gate.
She got in and we saw the immense crowd. There was a man in a black overcoat. He wore a hoodie, and he seemed like he was talking to the crowd.
He stopped when he saw us behind the crowds.
Wendy forced her claws out and pushed through the crowd, beating up some of them and giving them a swift kick across the face. And punched some people in the face before making her way through the crowd. Their blood soaked Wendy’s claws.
What was happening to Wendy?
“How dare you hurt my grandfather?” Her eyes glowed silver as she ran up to the man in a hoodie up the stairs above the crowd and grabbed him by the neck. “Your life has ended.” She raised her left claws to smack him in the face.
I panicked. There was no stopping her now.
The hoodie on the young man’s head fell off his face as he looked at Wendy with his hands up.
Wendy, taken aback by his expression, paused herself.
“Who are you?” His eyes glowed purple, and he pushed Wendy away from him. He also sprouted out his claws. “Who do you think you are to barge into the Grimwolf’s clan?”
“Why do you smell like Sihwa?” She whispered.
He looked younger and innocent. There was no way he was Sihwa right?
“I said, who are you?” He calmly uttered with a slight glare. “Answer me.”
“I just asked you a question. Answer me, who the hell are you?” Wendy asked back.
“You have no right over my tongue. I asked you a question and you are to answer that. This is my pack and not yours.”
“Then who set fire on my clan and killed all my people?”
The crowd gasped.
“Is that Wendy Grimwolf?” A dark-haired woman pointed out.
“You mean the girl who ran away four years ago after killing her parents and some of her step-siblings in the Grimwolf’s pack?” A middle-aged man pointed out.
Wendy is accused of killing her family?
“Yes.” The woman responded.
“No, she isn’t the one. Look at her hair and her eyes.” A young blonde man joined in. “They aren’t the same.”
“Guards.” The Alpha above the crowd yelled and pointed at Wendy. “Arrest this imposter and throw her into the cell.”
“Yes, Alpha.” They chorused and many of them came running and flung a silver chain on Wendy’s neck.
Wendy gave out a sharp cry and had blood spilling from her mouth.
They turned to us and threw a chain on each of us, on our neck. I felt a sharp burn on my neck and cried out and fell to the floor, wailing in pain.
‘That’s silver. A poisonous item to werewolves. You can’t escape it. You and your friends will pay for invading the Grimwolf’s clan.’
The guards threw us in prison. Our hands got connected to the chains on the rotten wall.
I panted and winced at my burned hands. Larcade and Chelsea had fainted because of the torture inflicted on them.
I looked over at Wendy, who couldn’t stop sobbing despite the bruises on her body. Since her wounds were not healing because of the silver on her, I thought she would have passed out by now.
I wish I could faint like the others, but I was terrified of falling asleep in this prison reeking of dried skeletons and the stench of bad blood.