Wild Wolves

Chapter 3 -Life at Stake

Lydia

I yawned and stretched my body, I did it lightly so I won't sprain my neck as well. When I turned my head on the right, Ace lit up a cigarette, took a dreadful inhalation and exhaled.

Big clouds of smoke stuck at my nostrils, if my dad was here he would probably stick that cigar into his mouth and let him choke on it.

Laurent wasn't the best dad, but he hates smokers the most. He and I lived a high-class, classic and lavish lifestyle, like Princess Diana.

You can never know how it feels like to live a royalty life. And I only learned about Princess of Wales in my lesson on the Human History subject.

I learned classic things like eating etiquette, royal family tradition, fencing, horse-riding and royal rules and laws. You need to be polite and proper all the time, wearing a crown, giving a speech, breakfast in bed, wear a family crest, dancing at the royal ball, and receive letters and messages using a letter opener.

They teach you to be a true lady. I've been babysitting by the Catholic nuns which, is a really strange thing that God alone knows that I'm not the world best Catholic when I barely go to church and never been baptised.

I stopped serving God many years ago when I know God abandoned me. Sometimes, he just too busy looking after other saints while forgetting about the sinners. My dad is the religious one, not me. Hell, I've never touched Holy Bible before.

The grass was fresh left uncut,
drowned our tires. We're in the middle of the woods.

The house was old, old enough to be collapsed one day. The well was dried beside it, but I don't know if we could still use it.

The house was dirty, dusty and low-maintenance but, it's a good shelter, stay off the grid, good place to hide.

Dried leaves surrounding the house but it piled up the most at the top of the roof, I hope we had clean drainage and electricity. I tried to look closely behind the dust-covered window, I could only see dusty sofas, unclean motes and stuff laying around like a pigsty. Jeez!

"Have a good sleep?" Ace's asked after he lowered our car window. "I guess" I shifted in my seat. I mean, I had a weird dream, but not a nightmare which is a good thing.

Ace's took a little puff, the smell of tar and nicotine filled the space. He looked relaxed after he took a few, and I think he already smokes three this morning. He's all mixed flavours of scent- tobacco, smoke, salted caramel. Yummy, but he never really whet my appetite as much as Daniel. Daniel is...

Scrumptious...

Leave me alone! I almost yelled inside of me. When I reached the highest level of my bloodlust, that is when I used to hear Daniel's heartbeat, pulse in his veins, flowing blood of river roots.

It could be under his jugular or in his wrist, it could be my first target. I was a predator to him and wanted to eat him directly every time he wakes up. I let go a long sigh, messaging my forehead. The blood on my head strained to the top. "What's wrong?" Ace focused on me.

"You know it," I said, he could read me. To him, I'm an open book like just everyone else who could figure out my secrets.

He gave me a significant look. "Are you sure there's someone in the house? it looks abandoned to me".

"Yeah" One word, Ace wasn't much of a talker, he's quiet and mysterious. One- Syllable-Ace, I called him. "Met him once, long time ago". There's a pure silence between us, we're not much close. I only bring him around because I knew he could be trusted.

Out of a blue, Ace said something unexpected. "You can't be the fool of dreams". I looked at him, confused.

"What?"

"Dreams is tricky stuff. They fooled you, scared you. Don't believe too much in your dreams-" he lifted his left hand to the steering wheel from his lap. I half jaw-dropped, impressed. "Wait,
Sharmans could see other people's dreams?"

"We all have talent" he quirked. "Observe dreams is my talent". "I don't understand why it surprised me a lot" I leaned closer to him.

"You'll know", still didn't look at me. I glanced at the back, Daniel's sleeping like a baby under the comforter. He sleeps like an angel. Sleeping Beauty...

He had an athletic body, tall and slim. His hair was wild, and massive black hair. He had this stunning jawline like it will stab you by looking at it.

He breathed soundlessly, and I couldn't help myself but enjoy the view of the merchandise. At a few minutes, he opened his eyes, revealing his rare ocean-blue irises that piercing my soul. "We're here?" He asked, feeling numb.

"Yeah" I answered. "Let's go" I
unbuckled my seatbelt and stormed out of the car, fresh air slapping my cheeks softly, blowing on my hair.

I went to the back, opened the car boot and grabbed my backpack and so the boys. We also carried out the sleeping bags and bulbs just in case. We moved to the front stairs, Ace's knocked on the door, no response.

He knocked twice this time, still nothing. I peered through the dusty window as I replaced my hand above my head as leaned in closer to the window.

This guy could be a retired old man, and a hunter as I saw a dead carcass well-preserved. A deer's head, a dead snake and an owl, I think.

Freak.

"How is it?" Ace's had his hand on the doorknob, holding it there. "I see no one" I backed away slowly from the window. "Raymond, you there? It's Ace" So, this guy's name is Raymond. Great.

Ace's twisted the doorknob and let himself in. Puff of dust lingering in the air, the door creaked. He stepped in slowly as I followed him.

There's a hell of dead animals collection in here. It smells awful, awfully bad. The floor thud as anywhere we stepped on it, and I got a bad feeling in my gut.

My instinct tells me something's wrong. There's a set of shotguns and bear traps, knives, any weapons that I've never seen. A plastic coffee cup and it half-finished and still warm on the table.

I'm sure someone's here. Damn sure about that. Another step, three steps forward, not a soul. No sudden movements.

A creaking sound...behind us and the door shut closed. We glanced at the back swiftly, shotgun clicked, it's a two barrel-shotgun, laid neatly on a man's shoulder.

He was 8'7' tall, big, muscled and tanned, grey-haired. My heart stuck in my throat, hands on the air. We froze..the gun was pointing at me because it's no ordinary shotgun,
judging by the size, it was a silver-bullet shotgun that could clean off my head, silver kills vampires!

"Ray.." Ace's breathed.

"Don't move a muscle..." his voice is dark and threatening, a stern warning. Because for the first time in my life...

My life at stake.

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