Losing It ~ TeenWolf

Part 24

Charlotte

For the majority of the day, I spent it riding around on my motorbike. I felt like someone was behind me, following my every move, I thought they were in a car.

Turns out, there was no one.

When it got dark, I parked my car in town and opened up the compartment under the seat, I pulled out a beanie and some glasses, I pulled my hair into a pony tail and then stuffed it into the hat before I put the glasses on.

I looked into a shop window and saw that I still looked like myself but not to someone who wasn't paying attention.

The glasses had clear lenses and a black frame and were the weakest prescription I could find at the last minute, I needed a disguise.

I walked through the streets and payed close attention to the scent around me.

I was wearing black jeans and a leather jacket that was snug to my body, I looked like any normal person walking through the streets.

A particular scent suddenly caught my attention. It was the same guy from the night earlier.

He had the same distinction.

I felt my anger rising but the adrenaline flooded my veins and I felt a sick sense of pleasure.

I walked down the nearest alleyway and it led me onto another street, I continued to follow his scent and it led me down to another alleyway.

He was stood with another guy but he seemed nervous. The man he was with seemed to be not a man but a boy, a teenager. He was buying drugs.

I watched as the man passed over a small bag of white powder and the boy handed him money in return.

Before they could part ways, I walked over to them, I looked the boy up and down before glancing at the other man.

"Get lost." I said.

The boy did as he was told and ran away, he seemed more scared of me than the man who just handed him a bag of drugs.

I turned my attention to the man, he was wearing a face covering pulled up to his nose and a beanie similar to mine.

He didn't seem scared of me, I don't even think he knew who I was. I turned my body to face him and grabbed him by his neck and slammed his body into the wall behind him.

His breath got caught in his throat and he almost started choking on his own coughing.

Now he was scared.

Good.

"Tell me." I said.

"Tell you what?" He managed to choke out.

I used my one free hand to take off my glasses and pulled off my beanie, I ripped the bobble from out of my hair and let it settle, his eyes shot wide and that was all the confirmation I needed.

"Who do you work for?" I asked.

"I ain't telling you shit... bitch." His voice was trained and it sincerely annoyed me.

I tightened my grip on his neck and my eyes grew into a bright shade of red.

Now, looking back, I think that my lack of control was completely due to the fact that I hadn't taken my meds. After being on them for so long, it became difficult to control myself after cutting off so abruptly.

I felt my claws extend from my fingers and my teeth became sharper and stronger.

My claws lightly dig into his skin and I felt blood start to trickle past my fingers.

He winced in pain and that only cheered me on.

"Who. Are. You. Working. For?" I asked.

He kept his mouth shut and I almost admired him for his loyalty for this person.

My claws dug deeper and his face screwed up.

"It's a woman... her name is Monroe.." he strained.

"Does she know me personally?"

He winced again before he answered. "Yes... she worked with someone.. you knew."

"Who?"

"Ademar Duron." He practically whispered.

My claws loosened slightly out of shock.

"But.. he's dead. I killed him."

"Maybe so... but she never gave up."

"Right, well, thank you for that but seens as I have no use for you anymore and.. well.. you shot me.."

He looked at me with nothing but fear in his eyes but I took my claws away and he looked so relieved.

That is until I slashed my claws across his throat, I almost missed the feeling, his skin splitting between my fingers, the sound of the blood rushing from his body.

He fell to his knees and clutched his throat, I walked away without giving him another look, I tied my hair up and put my beanie and glasses back on.

I walked towards my bike and unlike times before, I felt no remorse towards this man that I just stripped the life from.

I got onto my bike and made my way down the roads. I needed to find someone.