What the hell am I doing?
My hands were gripping the wheel as though my life depended on it, which very well happened to be the case. The revving of the car alerted me how fast I was going. My focus had been on the ebullient woman in the passenger seat who loudly hummed to the radio.
"If we crash, you'll probably be the only one dying," the woman beside me stated.
I spared a quick glance in her direction. She held herself with equanimity, given the circumstances. She was tall and slim; enough to have me believing I could win in a one-on-one fight. From earlier, I realized she was much stronger than she let on. A skin-tight blue dress complimented her body shape and the black floppy hat and sunglasses nearly hid her face altogether.
Thick brown hair nearly took me out, by how viciously it was blowing in the wind. Blood red lips curved up in my direction, mockingly.
"Remind me again why I agreed to this?"
She let out a haughty laugh. "Why, because I gave you no other choice. It was either that or die. I personally think you made the right decision." The girl apathetically examined her French manicured nails. "I just got these done; it would be a shame if they broke."
My eyes flickered to the passing sign; 'You are now leaving Lykos City.'
Yep, I've definitely lost it.
Three Hours Prior.
Today is the day the truth comes out.
I stared at myself in the mirror for some sort of encouragement. For all I knew, Carter could know nothing about werewolves and I was about to make myself look like a lunatic. It was worth it, in the end. Lying for so long was starting to exhaust me.
The loose t-shirt and jean shorts covered the bikini I wore for the swimming party. Deciding on a comfortable pair of sandals, I sidled down the stairs toward the kitchen, all the while humming a tune that had been in my head for a few weeks.
The PB and J sandwich took about three seconds to make and less to fully consume. I was sitting at the table in the dining room when I realized that the house was too quiet. By that time of day, there was at last one maid scampering about. I didn't see them often, mostly only on weekends. They'd usually pop by to say hello.
A crashing sound came from upstairs, causing me to shoot up from my seat. Then, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. My heart dropped when I realized it was the sound of heels on the fake wood. For a fleeting, naive moment, I thought it was my mother.
"So... I think I may have killed one of your maids." Trailing into the room was a tall woman with tan skin and blood red lips. She looked at me sheepishly, as though stating such a fact was an everyday occurrence. "My bad?" My eyes trailed down to the blood covering her hands and shirt. Instantly, I recognized her. The woman from the restaurant. The woman outside of the shop. The woman who had been there when a wolf attacked my beast.
She was always there.
I sucked in a sharp breath, about to let it out in a scream until I saw a flash of movement and felt a hand clasp around my mouth from behind.
"Sh." The girl cooed. Quick movements, just like Miles.
The pounding in my chest nearly drove me insane in nerves. Her hold was beginning to turn painful, to the point where a headache formed in my temples.
"Are you going to be a good girl? I'd really hate to rip that pretty little mouth off of you."
My eyes widened in consternation at this psychotic woman who held me in a dead lock. Slowly, she lifted her hands away from mine and plopped down in the seat next to me with a large grin on her face. She took the rest of my sandwich and proceeded in eating it.
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