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[5] Mama McCall's Wrath > Psychotic Alpha Werewolves

Claire:

As soon as the elevator door opens I run towards my apartment. Oh please for the love of every cliche in a horror movie, do not let me drop my keys right now. I fumble around but manage to hurriedly unlock and open the door.

I manage to step one foot inside before something smashes down hard on the side of my head. The blunt hit sends a sharp gasp of pain out of me as someone trys to grab my arm. Luckily I stumble inside, barely getting out of their grip, and fall on the floor.

The sticky blood is already steadily falling down my head, leaving me dazed as I lay on my side. My line of vision is directly infront of the door and I see a number of feet move out of the way for someone with a walking cane.

I look up through blurry vision and manage to see a man with three others behind him standing outside my apartment door. "Such a smart woman aren't we, Clairissa." The man with the dark tinted sunglasses asks.

My breath hitches in my throat when I put two and two together. This man is Deucalion, and I'm guessing that those are some of his pack. And I'm also guessing they're not here to ask about rent prices of these apartments...

His smirk makes me realize that my heartbeat is increasing steadily from not only fear but also the hit I took to my head. I use whatever strength I can muster to stretch out my leg. It hits the edge of the door and I use enough force to push it close.

"I guess we'll just be visiting Derek without her." One of them says loud enough for me to hear from behind the door. My eyes widen and I lift myself up with shaky arms to sit against the wall.

I reach for my phone inside my bag, but the dizziness intensifies, causing me to lean back against the wall. The numbers blur and I can't help but start to panic as I struggle to stay conscious.

If I sleep who knows when someone will notice me bleeding out. Not to mention Derek doesn't know they're going after him. My head lulls forward, making me  quickly jolt my eyes open in an attempt to stay awake.

Letting out a breath I press my hand to my head, pulling it back the top halves of my fingers are all bloody. Great. Another set of stitches to add to the count.

I look around and slowly lift myself up, putting all my weight on the wall. Everything starts to tilt to the side and I desperately want to just sit back down. But I know I need to get to Derek. And you know...not bleed out and whatnot.

Using anything and everything I painstakingly make my way through my apartment and to the closer guest bathroom. Flicking the light switch on, I fumble with the sink handles to open the cold water.

Alright just crouch down quick and don't pass out. I manage to take the first aid kit out and place it on the counter. My vision fades in and out as I fight to keep myself from fainting with each passing second.

I look into the mirror and my eyes widen at just how pale I look--and bloody.

After washing off the blood, disinfecting the wound, and stopping the blood flow, which I'll have to manage without stitches for now, I finally finish.

The remnants of the blood wash down the drain and my head feels a bit clearer. To be honest I'm not sure how I found the strength in me to stay awake.

Maybe the force is actually strong in me after all.

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As soon as I step in front of the weird looking loft door it opens and a somewhat familiar face pops up in front of me.

"Oh um, hi. It's Cora, right?" I test the name cautiously, afraid that from the neutral look on her face that even if I know her name it still might be wrong.