3rd Point of View.
"No!" Hunter shouted as Lucy was about to get struck by the spears from the intruders. Jacob already did his job— protected Lucy. He pushed Lucy down, while the spears penetrated his hand in the middle. Looks like he was crucified, but not exactly at the cross like Christ.
Jacob shifted. He tried to control his temper, but now his control was all gone. He was gravely furious. His Alpha spirit— his wolf to be exact— overrules him. He attacked every single intruder, while Hunter was accompanying Lucy to get out of his hut through the hole he personally made.
Jacob was yelling. It's even easier now to put them down at once that infuriation leads him. All of the intruders shifted too. It got a little difficult, but Jacob still managed. He was bleeding, his hand rather, endlessly. But the way he fights seemed it's nothing and doesn't hurt at all.
"You who dared to kill my wife! YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!" he roared. That particular man was bitten disgustingly through his chest, now he has no skin to cover the bones and organs behind that body. The perpetrator's blood is now green, which means he has no life. And suddenly, the others run away, leaving everyone else in the hands of Jacob.
Tired Alpha Jacob bluntly shifted into human form, stretching his neck, and licking his hand. In a short amount of time, the hole in Jacob's hand now healed but left a scar— Jacob's winning mark.
Jacob followed Lucy and Hunter through the hole. However, he didn't expect his wife to be in danger too.
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Faye's Point of View.
I slid down the secret passageway to the underground because of the urge of curiosity that bothered me not so long ago. What welcomed me surprised the heck out of me— I never expected anything spooky to see here but now I'm facing it.
My mouth went ajar.
A few minutes after, loud cracks and bothersome sounds resound, Damion, throws up by the slide, then Ralph comes next. Just like me, they had the same reaction.
"So, I was wrong to think no one ever got curious to try and slide down here, to see what's behind that pipe must really have eaten so many lives," I said, crossing my arms, and shaking my head.
Werewolves, or humans, or anything, are all here in the basement, and they looked at me disgustingly. Welcoming must've been out of their diary for quite a long ago. How long are they here? Are they even eating?
"It's always Ralph's fault for everything," Damion said teasingly while sticking his eyes toward Ralph. Ralph is positioned to kick him in the butt and punch him in the face, literally not bothering how much Damion is capable of doing. While I know Damion is a Beta, it's very excruciating to see him act like a fool or a weakling.
"Always me? But you always do the thing I clearly told you not to," Ralph replied.
"That's because I wanted you to look like a dumb shit who knew nothing but to command. Well, it must've been nice to remain a servant, and a struggle because of a sudden change of position— to be the leader wannabe to me and Faye."
Ralph was intensely furious. It's like he was trampled on his face by the man he just met. Ralph wolf out, growled like a beast, and grabbed Damion's collar. He was an inch away from his face, breathing heavily and rapidly, but won't even budge to punch Damion in the face.
Damion was looking at him pathetically. From head to toe, in his human form, it's like he was laughing inside him. But hell no, those inside laugh become transparent when he giggled.
Uhh, sick werewolves. How are they gonna save me?
"Who's jealous and who's the owner?" asks one being from the crowd, who seemed to have been watching comfortably from afar.
"None of the above. Stop with the speculations to avoid feeling discouraged," I snarled in exasperation.
"Oops, seems like these guys have been following you all this time without even saying how they feel. Maybe just wanted to keep you company, but rather afraid to admit the reality," she said. Yes, she's a SHE now 'cause I could see her perfectly now that the light has been lit up from the ceiling by someone I didn't know.
"It's such a shame you've been guessing the wrong one all this time," I simply replied.
She's a werewolf but in her human form. She has porcelain skin, wide-set eyes, massive eyebrows, and brown eyes. God, she's perfect. I've been gone from reality just by examining her cunning beauty. Well, I must admit, she almost got ahead of me. But hey, no one will ever, I'm still the prettiest.
Now, I looked back to those foolish werewolves, and come in between. I hurt a little, but that's kind of an advantage to put a stop.
"Really? You're not yet done? Should I go alone?" I asked.
"How would you? Now that we're stuck again in this tiny crowded basement, how are we gonna escape our butt out?" asked Damion in frustration.
Ralph held my hand and put me at his back.
"Let's start from here," said Ralph, looking at me, turning into human form. He started to walk without disengaging from my hand.
"Hey, hey," Damion said and took back my hand. Vexed Ralph almost near to wolfing out again receive just a tiny and peevish smile from Damion. Before the accident happen, I get in between.
"Are you children? Do I always have to stop you from your childishness?" I asked in vexation.
"He started it," defended Ralph who's now calming down.
"I don't care who started it, all I care about is you guys still fought. Just stop, please. I want to go home. Or don't tell me, you're really into each other?" I asked, now smiling.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" both snarled. I rapidly walked away to the pathway that Ralph had pointed out.
They were following me, explaining shits about themselves, but still hanging on to the urge of fighting again. However, the humans and werewolves we found there were also following us.
I looked at Ralph to ask for help. But Damion stole my worried look, raising his brow.
"Man, why him? Why is he receiving that look instead of me? I'm here!" asked Damion. I pushed him away.
"He knows a lot more here than you, come on. It's a matter of who knows better than who fights better," I replied.
Ralph seemed to be winning in their imaginary fights.
Ralph is unexpectedly wearing tops, as a werewolf, it's kind of an unusual thing because none of them really wanted it. It hides the permanent scars they got from fighting ridiculously as if it was a trophy.
"Let us come with you."
"We've been starving here! For four weeks, we tried to get out, but there was no visible clue to escape. It's better upstairs 'cause we get to get some food. But here's nothing!"
"Please, include us in your kindness to that girl!" one said, referring to me.
Yada yada yada, uhhh. Always stuck between human affairs and werewolves.
I was about to step in and just give in. But rattles begin to resound from the slide we came from.
A long silence prevailed — and BANG.
Continuous shotguns resound, took many lives I saw with my own eyes. I covered my mouth so no one would hear me screaming inside. Then suddenly, I felt someone pulling me to get out of there, but why is this seems familiar?
All of this gives me trauma. I mean, it's reviving the trauma, it's what I exactly feel. The shits I never saw or felt before, now seem familiar and give me horror. I covered my ears and closes my eyes.
All of a sudden, I don't know where am I.
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3rd Point of View.
Hunter and Jacob wolfed out and ran through the villa Jacob asked Hunter to go— Lowell and Fatima. They must've been worried, although Jacob saw how many times they've talked behind their back, criticizing everything they could see, when it comes to the medicine they're really good.
But it's a long way to go, they're not even near. Jacob didn't even know where they were now. Where they were running is just a passageway with titanium covers and wildflowers around it. It's an abandoned railroad. Maybe Hunter developed it to be his escape passageway and covered it in titanium just in case there were still armed intruders outside his hut. Hunter is leading the way, since he knows this path better than Jacob.
Hunter really did expect this to happen.
"How about your potions? All those papers left by your ancestors? How will continue that?" panting Jacob asked as he runs.
"Don't bother, I already did something about it."
"As you said."
Lucy was still conscious, but she finds it hard to stay awake.
There's a poison in that spear, slowly eating her white blood cells, and later will be the red ones. Lucky she, her wolf organs are still there. She could still fight once they reach the end of the road.
More to go, near the end. Jacob thought I can see the light!
And when he reaches the end, he almost dropped Lucy.
"F-Faye?"