Dylan O'brien as Remy Stiles, gamma
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I got receipts be looking like phone numbers
If it aint money, then wrong number
Black card is my business card
~ Ari: 7 rings
Chapter four
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Zara's POV
"Come on, Zara where are you?" I heard Wyatt say as I stepped through the door. He didn't notice I was here because he was looking at his shoes.
"Right here," I said and his head snapped up at me.
I looked in his blue eyes and flashbacks of how murderous he looked when he turned my pack into a blood pool replayed through my mind. That made me snap.
"Zara, are you okay?" he asked stepping forward.
"I've never been better. Would you like buffalo for breakfast?" I brought the animal from behind me to show to him and smiled.
"Zara, what's wrong with you?" he asked looking .... concerned?
Meh, I don't care for his concern.
Wyatt's POV
I looked into the eyes of my mate and they didn't look hers. It was like she was not Zara. I looked at the buffalo that she killed. It looked dreadfully dead.
"Well, no shit Sherlock," August, my wolf glared.
"Not the time. Do you know what's wrong with her?" I asked.
"Her vampire's side has taken over when she killed the buffalo. So she lost her humanity," he explained.
"What do you mean she lost her humanity?"
"I mean Zara is gone. She's not herself. The caring and loving side of her you haven't seen yet is gone."
"So she's void"
"Yup."
"Personally I think the leg is my favourite," Zara said. She was now in the kitchen with the animal on the counter and biting into a piece of the leg.
"I don't know, maybe you'll like the side. Here," she said and tore off a piece and stretched out her hand for me to take it.
"How do I get her back?" I quickly asked August.
"You can't. You killed her family and pack. She's holding it against you now that she realised that they're gone,"
Shit.
"Princess, look at me. You can't be like this just come back to me," I pleaded.
"Don't call me that. My father used to call me that but now he's gone. Thank you by the way," she snapped at me and went back to the buffalo.
"Think of Stella. How do you think she would react if she came down and saw you like this?" I asked, hoping that would work.
"This really is delicious. Are you sure you don't want to try it? No? Okay. I'm feeling for something else. Maybe something warmer. I don't know, from the veins," she smirked and I knew exactly what she meant.
She was going on a rampage in the human world. She got up with the blood dripping on her chin but she couldn't care less. I couldn't let her do it. She could expose us and have them coming after us. Worse, she could get herself hurt or killed.
"Z? What's going on? Are you okay?" I turned around at the voice of Stella and saw she and Zara staring at each other.
I looked at Zara and for a second her face was blank until a shed of tear escaped her eye. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and fell down in front of her and started crying.
"Stella, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Stella. Forgive me please. I was out of control. I couldn't help it. Forgive me Stella please," she cried while hugging her.
"Z, did you get hurt? What is going on?" she asked.
"I'm sorry Stella. So so sorry. I'll take a shower and come alright," she told her and looked back at me and left.
Zara's POV
I lost control today. That was never my intention momma. I hope you forgive me. I know I promised you and dad that it won't happen again but I couldn't control it when I realised that I'm all alone. Stella and I are all alone. If it weren't for her, God knows what I would've done. Moon Goddess, forgive me. From now on, I forbid myself from drinking blood.
"But what about your vampire side. It'll die and you'll get weak," Liv reminded me.
Shit. Well I'll resort to squirrels or maybe a cup every now and then.
"You leave those squirrels alone. Do you remember what happened to Stefan? He's a ripper because of those damn squirrels. Do you want to become like him?"
"Maybe I am. Maybe that's why I can't control myself when it comes to blood."
"You're not. You just have things that trigger it to happen. Just stick to a cup."
I agreed and made a mental note to myself. I was walking out of the bathroom with a towel around my body. I was about to take it off when I noticed Wyatt sitting on my bed.