My worst fears have come to fruition. The instant I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the hunter's holding facility, my wolf went into a frenzy. I was locked up in a small room with no windows and only one exit. The bed is in a corner, and the only other fixtures are a sink and a toilet. At the top corner, there’s a camera, which allowed them to realize that I had woken up and destroyed my room in my wolf form. Well, the most damage that I have honestly done is scratch the walls, which were apparently made of durable metal. I don’t know how many days I have been held captive here, but all I know is that I have been tranquilized three times because of my rampage. I guess that much is enough for my wolf to realize that nothing will happen if we continue to trash around. Meals are being slipped through the small compartment on the door, where a little tray hangs in suspension. I was scared and confused. No one said anything. I couldn’t hear anything outside. I have been waiting to s
It’s the first time leaving my white prison, and I feel conflicted with different emotions. For one, I feel scared because I don’t have any idea what’s going to happen to me. I’m afraid, nervous, and happy. They told me that I was going to meet up with Markov Belemeire, Holly’s father. It’s not Holly’s father that I am looking forward to meeting, but Holly herself. Is Holly going to be with him? As much as I am excited to see her, I can’t help but feel afraid of what she’s going to think of me. To them, I am nothing but a beast. The hunters escorting me are even more wary. I can see their tense movements, even if I am already handcuffed. There are about four of them—two in front and two at the back. One of them is a werewolf. It’s hard to believe that I had conversations with them before. How they are treating and looking at me right now feels like they are handling a beast rather than an ally whom they used to fight with. It’s saddening, but I have to accept the fact that this mig
The day of the trial came, and I came in as prepared as I could be. The cuffs are scratching my wrist as my hands are bound in front of me. I was being escorted by four hunters. During these past few days of conversing with my lawyer, I thought that I would have gotten used to the criminal treatment, but it seems that those feelings have resurfaced when I am met with a bigger crowd. I was led into a courtroom, where I was escorted to one of the front podiums facing the lead hunters and leaders. According to her, the trial will be among hunters so they can disclose the rules amongst each other about what to do with a creature like myself. The crowd and the judges are all hunters. Men and women all wear tight, dry fit black tops, showcasing their scars and muscles while crosing their arms. They were all looking at me. I feel terrified, especially when I am led to the center, where everyone in the room is free to stare at me. I can feel the hatred and distrust in their gazes when they
I was so surprised to see Marian behind the doors. I never expected that I would be seeing her again. My hands clench. I want to look away, but at the same time, I can’t. The thought of meeting my friends often troubled me while I was in my cell. I thought of ways to explain the situation to them, but nothing seemed to come to mind. How could I tell them the whole truth about myself without getting looks of disdain? I am of a different race from them—a race that they consider a monster. Marian walks confidently to the front. When she manages to pass by me, she looks in my direction and surprises me when she suddenly smiles. Her pink hair is in a high ponytail that sways behind her when she passes me to head to the front to join Diona. I could not speak a word and silently followed her movements. She looks different, or more accurately, her demeanor is different now. “My name is Marian Atkinson. 37 days ago, the orcs attacked a small part of town, raiding and taking the women capt
It takes a while for me to get used to the collar around my neck. I never imagined that I would get to wear them, but here I am, strapping the cursed neckwear around my neck. Still, if I think about it, wearing the collar is way better than being locked up so I guess that this is a small price to pay for my freedom. I get out of my room and find Indigo waiting for me. At the moment, he is the one assigned to carry the remote that controls my collar. I vaguely remember Max being in a similar position as I was, only he had two guards with him the entire time. I guess that I should consider myself fortunate that they think that only one guard is sufficient to watch over me. Indigo and I didn’t talk on the way to the academy. With what happened, I don’t think that there’s anything we need to talk about anymore. I am sensing a little bit of distrust coming from him, which is understandable considering the risks that I put us through. Honestly, he was a father figure for me at some point
Perhaps I was a little in over my head when I thought that making a peaceful relationship with humans as I am now would be easy. If the writings on my desk weren’t proof enough or the stares that I get when I am walking the hallway of the school, then the whispers obviously are. Classes resume pretty normally, as normal as I can understand the lesson. I still don’t understand much about what they are teaching, but I swear I am making an effort. I try to comprehend what the textbooks say while listening to the lecture, but its hard to focus when things are thrown in your way—from crumpled paper to an eraser. I did try to make an attempt to block them but the professor ended up thinking that I was trying to cause trouble and threatened me that they wouldn’t hesitate to activate my collar if I did. It was embarrassing on my part, but there really is nothing that I can do. I don’t think that trying to explain the situation to them is going to work, not while I sense malice from the profe
Faces of astonishment greet me. The girl who had been holding me by my shirt collar finally released me. I collapsed to the floor while gasping for air. I felt a little lightheaded as I got back up on my feet when I heard them speak. “You’re going to challenge the lycan’s alpha? Do you know what that means?” The girl appears to be carefully evaluating whether I am bluffing or not. “I do.” I answer her, forcing myself to straighten up and meet her gaze; otherwise, she wouldn’t dare take me seriously. “You’re going to be their new alpha.” “I know. I grew up with them.” I feel a little nervous about laying out that fact to the werewolves before me. “But it’s because I grew up with them that I know that this is the only way for us to quickly subdue the lycans. Lycans fear the alphas because they don’t hesitate to kill their kin. I know that all too well.” I start to remember my father. My lips quiver and I fight the urge to tear up. “If I become their alpha, I will use my power to ha
It was nighttime when I noticed someone knocking on my door. It took me a moment to make sure I was not just hearing things before I continued. I get up and rub sleep from my eyes, trying not to glare at the window where the noise was coming from. I have to contain my gasp when I see Ajax outside of my window, gesturing for me to let him inside. The sight alone is enough to shake me awake. I quietly crack open my window and move back to let him inside. “What are you doing here?” I said it in a hushed tone once he was inside my room, landing softly on the carpet floor. Ajax stands, turning in my direction with a sly smile. “I was hoping that you would join me for a run.” I give him a look with one brow raised. What do those humans say when someone says something crazy? Oh, right. “Are you on crack?” “That’s not really the type of words you say if someone is doing you a favor…” There’s a mixture of disappointment and displeasure in his tone. It left me feeling somewhat guilty, bu