The Genocide

Chapter Four

I must have stayed in the library for more than a few hours. Waiting for Harry to come back. To explain what had exactly happened. And why, but he never did. I didn't understand what was going on. I've never seen a Werewolf's face contort in such a manner before. I mean, Werewolves had their perks with extra strength, speed, and intelligence. But, you have to eat every few hours because you're always using energy and you have to put up with a voice inside your head sharing their opinion twenty four seven. Werewolves don't have black veins running down their eyes! It wasn't normal and it was a little intimidating. I needed to ask Harry what had exactly happened.

In that time I had found a screw driver in a nearby desk that was littered with old books and began chipping away at the bricks that barricaded me from seeing the suns bright orange rays, I longed to feel the warmth and security the sun brought me. I had tore away about six bricks, leaving a good dent in the wood, by the time the door opened with a faint squeak.

"Miss? The Alpha asked that I escort you to your room." I snapped my head up to the door and pursed my lips at the red head who had escorted me to dinner the previous night, Noah. I didn't want to go back there. The bedroom was already becoming a prison. Somewhat of a cage. Visions of the cell I had been locked in for a week flashed in my mind. I shook my head and crossed my arms.

"I'm not going back in there." I hissed stubbornly. Noah looked back at me with a mischievous look on his face.

"What if I take you to the rose garden?" Noah bargained, the look not leaving his face. I really wanted to see what the rose garden looked like but I had a gut feeling not to go with Noah. Ever since I was little I always adored roses for th simple fact that they meant love. When you see a red rose, it's love. It's a way to show you care, like how my Dad did to my Mom. I remember Dad would come home from work and slip a rose out ofhis trench coat for my mother, who would blush madly like she was still a teenager. I had always been fond of roses.

"C'mon," he begged, holding out his long hand, "It won't be long until they're withered." I stared at his pale, outstretched arm in silence. I sighed and pulled myself off the couch in silence.

I didn't place my hand in his though, it didn't feel right to even think about placing my hand in his. I hugged myself and pursed my lips as I followed after Noah.

"The Alpha has taken a great interest in you." Noah noted walking slower so we'd be at the same pace. I examined how long his legs were in envy. He wore tight skinny jeans that basically show cased everything and a plaid button up shirt. His red hair was gelled back and his lips were turned in a teasing smirk. He wore thick-framed glasses today, so I presumed the other day he had worn contacts or he only needed glasses for certain occasions.

I nodded to his statement, not wanting to add fuel to his fire. I honestly had no idea what Harry was going to do. His ideas of 'keeping me a secret' were not going to happen. I wouldn't and couldn't allow it to happen. I will not sacrifice my happiness when so much is on the line. I will be as hard headed and stubborn as one can be. I wanted to live. And, I am a fighter. I'll do anything for Harry to keep me alive.

...Even if it means me having Harry's child.

But what about after? What would Harry decide to do to me after I birth his child? Will he kill me? Keep me around? Will I see the baby? Will Cindy be the mother to my child? A shudder ran down my spine as we stepped outside at the thought of Cindy holding my child. Noah must have sensed I was cold and brought a warm arm around me.

Once again, I felt weird. His arm was foreign to me and I didn't like it. I appreciated the gesture but I didn't like how Noah kept touching me. I shrugged out of his touch and wrapped my own arms around me. The stupid dress Harry had given me didn't protect me from the bitter algid air and having no shoes on didn't help either. We followed a stone path alongside the house as Noah hummed quietly to himself.