The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Seventy-three: something's fishy

Krystal's POV

   “So I call this therapist
  And she said, ‘Girl, you can't be fixed, just take this.’

   I'm tired of trying to be normal
   I'm always over-thinking
   I'm driving myself crazy
   So what if I'm fucking crazy?

   And I don't need your quick fix
   I don't want your prescriptions
   Just 'cause you say I'm crazy
   So what if I'm fucking crazy?
   Yeah, I'm gonna show you…” the music filled my ears as I brushed my hair. Merlynn had been in the shower for a while, playing loud music to cover up what he was doing in there. I didn't want to bother him. After all, it was my fault he was like that but I couldn't help it. The confidence I had was gone and the aftermath of having his dick shoved deep between my legs had made me develop a new belief.

The fear of Lynn's dick is the beginning of wisdom.

   It'd been two days since I passed out with Frost. I couldn't remember what happened but Lynn said he had to knock me out along with a lot of people because I went ahead and showed my powers. I was grateful to him but I wasn't raised stupid so I could tell that something was going on with me, something Lynn, Raf, Aida, and Frost knew that I didn't. And from what I'd gathered through casual questions and recalls of what Lenius always slips out, he knew too and it had to do with my past. I was pretty convinced that mom was from Frost's pack and he already recognized me as one of his own or it was something else. The only problem was that I couldn't place my finger on it.

   “Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath,
   Yeah, I'm gonna show you
   I'm gonna show you,
   Yeah, I'm gonna show you
   Mental out my brain, bad shit go insane…” Lynn sang as he turned off the shower. I glanced at the door and looked back at my reflection in the mirror. I wanted to ask him… or rather, I tried asking him about it but he was extremely evasive with his answers and cryptic. It wasn't because he didn't want to tell me, it was because he couldn't tell me and my instinct was telling me it had a lot to do with Raquelia.

   Ever since I was a child, I'd always thought the story about my parents didn't add up. I knew it made no sense, especially as they wouldn't give me clear details about them, especially my mother. No matter how much I wanted to know, I just found myself believing it. A lot of things were messed up, even the fact that I always seem to forget my own face made it obvious. I didn't know what my mother looked like despite witnessing her death and having a vivid memory of everything. I couldn't remember ever having a father even though I spent my whole life missing three important people in my life. Who's the third if my only sibling was said to have been unborn? It made no sense and it was the first time I could think about it without feeling pain.

Whatever Raquelia is up to, there are some things she can't interfere with for long, especially when I'm in this world.

   "I've been searching city streets
   Trying to find the missing piece like you said
   And I say child don't need to find
   There's not a single thing that's wrong with my mind…" I looked at Lynn with a smile as he wrapped his wet arms around me and dropped his face into my neck. His wet hair brushed against my cheek and connected with my dry hair. I tilted my head, trying to prevent him from wetting my hair.

   "Lynn, stop singing into my ear and you're going to get me wet,"

   "Wouldn't be a first," I nudged him on the stomach, causing him to groan and then cackle. "You look beautiful, Cherry,"

   "Wrong nickname for someone with blue eyes and white hair," I chuckled, running my hands along his forearms with my hairbrush still in my hand. I shook my head when his cock poked my ass. "I thought you just spent the last forty minutes in the shower beating your meat? How come you're hard again?" I asked, carefully pushing my hips forward so I won't brush against him and make him harder.