"Please just tell me." he begged. I closed my eyes being sure to breathe in and out. I want 2 tell him but I can't. He's already in danger by me being here.
"Just let me think," I plead, I know I sound desperate, but right now I don't care, "I'm going for a run, don't follow me please." I don't look at him because I know that if I do it'll make it ten times harder not to tell him. He steps forward slightly and opens his arms to embrace me but I step back and turn away from him, I can't be near him I might give in and give him what he wants, the truth all of it. I can picture his expression in my mind hurt, annoyed. I start running with each step I morph into my wolf further.
I don't know where I'm going but I think my wolf does, I let her take over because I don't sense her wanting to turn around and run to our mate, for once she understands that we need to be alone.
Her power surges through me and I let her guide our paws while I hide in the corners of our mind still able to see, hear, and feel everything she can.
I think about my father, while she thinks of our mate and sadly the two thoughts are not separate.
I picture him in my mind, Lucifer, tall, sickly pale from hiding in the shadows, with thick, curly, messy black hair and foreboding black eyes. He always wore a long black cloak that dusted the floor. I thought of what he would do if he caught me, I knew that unless I caused enough trouble he would send my half brothers and sisters, the demons or he would send the souls. The souls were the damned, damned to suffer in hell for eternity, either being tortured or doing Hades bidding. And quite frankly the souls terrified me, they to were sickly pale creatures with sunken pitch black eyes that had no whites at all, pale lips that were sewn shut so that the Devil wouldnt have to hear their plea's. They to wore cloaks but theirs were blood red.
I knew the story of how I was born how I was a mistake. I knew it all to well.
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I was five I had just finished my first day of kindergarten.
"Mommy!" I cried running to her, tears streaming down my face, "I don't like school." I latched onto her not planning on letting go.
"Why." she snapped but I was oblivious to her tone I always was.
"The other pups call me a freak! And they won't play with me!" I wailed.
"You are a freak." I stopped crying and looked up at her.
"What?" I asked her face was a hard mask.
"You should have never been born, demon child, your father tricked me and you, you we're the result."
"But daddy's your mate why would he trick you?" I asked confused still not understanding that she didn't love me.
"Tyler isn't your father how could you be the daughter of an alpha, of Tyler. Your father is the devil." Her eyes were hard and cold. I processed the information silently. I left her, the woman who had never wanted me, and walked up the stairs to my room.
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I pulled myself out of my flashback and wondered how I had until that point never noticed the way she treated me or why I had never questioned how I was nothing like her or Alpha Tyler Greystripe. My mother had dirty blonde hair and wide brown eyes, she had a pencil type body but she was short only 5"4, she had thin lips and a button nose and all of her bones were prominent. The Alpha was tall, 6"2 with light brown hair and emerald green eyes, he had a straight angular jaw line.
I was almost nothing like either of them, I was 5"9, with long black hair and black iris' that matched my pupil and full blood red lips, almond shaped eyes that were surrounded by long dark Arabian eyelashes. I had perfect curves and long tan legs.
I was so much like my father it was scary, not only in my looks.
My wolf stopped running and slid back letting me take control again. I checked our surroundings and immediately recognized where we were. I shifted back into my human form not worried about anyone seeing me naked. I wandered around the ghost town letting my feet carry me to the place I had once called home.
I crossed the threshold walking down the hall that led to the kitchen, living room and dinning room. The house was eerily silent, I only glanced at the place where I had murdered my mother and younger half brother. I remembered the power I felt in snapping their weak necks, they had never loved me. I went up the stairs that led to our rooms and the Alpha's office, the office where I had tortured and killed him.
I let the door quietly swing open I as I tiptoed into my room. It was untouched.
I left the house choking on the stagnant air that filled it.
I sat on the steps by the front door, 'Why did we come here?' I asked.
'You know why.' my wolf whispered I did know why, 'We need to bring him here.'
I sighed I had to explain this to him so he could understand and help me save him.
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