Wild Wolves

Chapter 10 -Ace's true self

Lydia

I just froze there for a very long time, heads cocked, observing the house that strangely burning even on the rainy day and the thunder striking every cloud in the sky. I shivered in the extreme cold that somehow I lost my jacket. Just by the fifteenth time the thunderstruck, the reality beat me again, hard.

That's the thing.

The game's not over yet.

Even at this moment, they will never stop hunting me down like a dog. They hunt, I run and hide, vicious circle like a cat chasing-play with a mouse. A loud group of inaudible voices shook the wet earth, I swear to God that neither of those high-pitched cries is easy to interpret.

My skin crawled out of my body, the goosebumps caught chill down my spine. Every hair of me rose involuntarily, the rapid pulse down at the left side of my breastbone was hydraulic speed. Every muscle of me itching to move, tell me to do something, anything.

As I said, every day in every second of my life I've always been hunted by my enemies, even you just take a break of the last 10 minutes ago and still, in absolute possibility there's someone who wants to kill you, rip you apart and take out your heart.

So I did what I have to do, headed back to the car as I have my hand slipped my ammo bag and fished my gun, with Nightshade sword on my other hand as I stood there bravely. A rotten smell of wet dog and hunting aura was getting close, in the way I see it, could be more...damn it!

My body soaking wet and I move my damp curls off my face, fire crackling from behind. I caught the smell of something else besides the smoke and ash. It smells of spice and ice crystals, decaying thread of blood, and something dying or undead.

You have got to be kidding me, I mumbled. I'm outnumbered and alone and trust me, 15 is not a good age to die. My nose stiffened the air once more. Please anyone tells me that it's not what it is what I think it is. It can't be...

Bloodsuckers, vampires, Cold Ones. Whatever you called it, basically they all the same. Same white skin, same bloodlust, same looks, but I think the sensible question is, who are they?

No time to figure that out girl, my survival instinct told me. Brace yourself, hold your thing and get ready. This is all on you. Yeah, I need to be brave. The world expects me to be. Or at least my dad, he's a pain and a nightmare, but he's an amazing fearless fighter.

He had fought thousands of battles with sweat, blood and tears beside his best men, Kristophe. He fights with honour while looking his enemy dead in the eye. He's a man who doesn't know fear. That's who he is, but I'm not my father.

Come on Lydia, my inner-self whispered. What dad will do? If he's here, what he would do? And the uncountable, unanswered, unspoken questions were all answered by one reply: He would definitely pick up anything he could use, and show these savages a lesson, and arrogantly said "Pick up someone on your size", and the message came with a package of cutting and ripping their despicable heart open!

I hunched my shoulders further, steadied on whatever that stands in my way. It's a huge fighting spirit it gave me. A hissing came from the blurred black shadow, it's eerie and chilling.

Then I saw a glimpse of yellow, it was the colour of her hair. It was a female vampire, blond-haired and another one was a female brown furry werewolf, in animal-like shape with four sets of legs and paws. Thunder came with a blast of the strike, and another voice woke me in another world. "LYDIA!!!"

I turned my head in-the-between of second to that voice caught at my eardrums. A shape of tall and dark shadows approaching me with some super-speed pace.