Chapter:6

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"Going somewhere, my child?"

I clench my eyes shut and internally curse myself for being caught.

 I slowly turn to face him. Pops lips curve upward in a self-satisfied smile, for catching me red-handed.

"You weren't asleep?" I ask as I straighten up and switch on the lights of the living room.

"Nope," he slowly moves his head from side to side, smiling sweetly.

"Say it," I defeatedly sigh.

"One-week dishes and you are going to make dinner, too," he smugly says.

"Okay," I nod, then frown, "Just one-week dishes? After that, will you do the dishes? Because as far as I remember I have been washing dishes since the day I came back," I arch my eyebrow questioningly at him.

"No, after a week also, only you will do the dishes," he shrugs, "I hate doing dishes, so I am trying to be cruel and strict, by forcefully making you wash dishes," he mimics evil laugh, "You are going to do dishes as a punishment not by your free will."

"And this week it is twenty bucks, the money will increase after each week," he says over his shoulder and returns to his room.

"You are not going to get twenty bucks or any money from me," I yell, "this time," I whisper, while scowling and walk outside the house, the only response I get from him is his mocking laugh.

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Clutching my camera bag, I walk a little deep into the forest, my eyes scanning the area. Moonlight illuminating the forest, making it possible for me to walk on the human-made trail. 

Keeping my eyes open for any kind of noise, I walk at a steady pace. Because as much I love to explore this place, I don't want to become the victim of an animal attack. Although, I am sure the only animal I can find here... are some wild stupid teenagers. 

My body goes in alert mode when I hear faint footsteps following me. Slowing my pace, I concentrate on the sound which is getting louder by every minute. When the footsteps almost stop, I turn around.

No punching... 

No punching...

No punching...

I repeat in my mind like a mantra. Because I don't want to lose my twenty bucks.

"Do you have a habit of roaming around the dark corners of the town?" Alec arches an eyebrow.

"What the fu-" I clench my eyes, trying to stop myself from cursing, "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"Saw your car on the road, I thought maybe you need some help in burning somebody's parts," corner of his mouth slightly twitches upward, "So, I came to help," he shrugs and keeps his hands in his sweatpants pockets.

"So, where is the guy?" he juts out his chin, covering the small distance he stands beside me.

"Didn't encounter any," I shake my head, "Whenever I will, I will surely tell you," I lightly laugh, but his expression turns serious.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" he asks, "It is not safe to wander around here, like this," his tone serious.

"Trying to find a werewolf," I shift my camera bag on my other shoulder, "Precisely, an alpha," I nod my head seriously.

"Did you find him?" he says playing along.

"No, searching for him, since the day I have turned sixteen," I look down and sigh, "Two years still no sign of him. Maybe I will die, mateless," I cough trying to stop my laugh.

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