The Genocide

Chapter 5

Someone had been in my room. The bed was made and my clothing was gone. When I inspected the bathroom I pursed my lips, my toiletries were put away neatly. Who had been in here? Surely Harry wouldn't clean up after his mate, especially after what had happened earlier. I don't think he'd be showing his face for awhile. Turning the hot water knob on the tub I sat on the white porcelain edge as water danced out of the faucet.

Standing up I stumbled over to the cabinet and grabbed two towels and laid them on the toilet lid before pulling open more cabinets looking for some bubble bath solution. After looking for a while I sighed, pulling open the last one to see bottle after bottle of a specific shampoo and conditioner. I raised an eyebrow as I searched through the bottles. Near the back was a small bottle, clearly forgotten over the years. I shrugged and dumped it into the water. Immediately white bubbles started forming making me smile. I always enjoyed bubbles.

After my mom left, my dad and I had to transition and me being too young to be left alone in the tub unsupervised, my dad began watching over me during bath time. He'd feel the tub until it was full of bubbles and we'd make fake hair styles, make bigger bubbles, or mold mustaches on our faces. If it wasn't for my father, I don't think I would appreciate the small things in life. He has really made a huge difference in my life.

I sighed at the nostalgia. It didn't hit me how much I missed my father until now. I missed his observant eyes. I missed his large and intimidating build. I missed everything about him. I gripped the knob and turned the water off. Stripping off my clothing, I gently eased myself into the scolding hot water, my cold toes burning hot. I breathed hastily, sucking in air through my teeth as the bubbles took away my line of vision.

I blew gently until a prominent hole showed in the line of bubbles. Smiling, I sat up my body being exposed to the colder air and reacting immediately. I shivered unconsciously as I let my eyes roam over my surroundings, I spotted a wash cloth and grabbed it. I ran the wash cloth over the filth, grime, and dirt on my legs and scuffed up knees. I gritted my teeth over the still sore areas and whimpered a little when I noticed one place opened up again.

I sat back in the tub and breathed through my nose. The fall... it shouldn't have happened. I should have never taken that medicine without asking Darwin more about it. It was stupid of me to do so but I was so insistent on getting to be a real wolf. That way I wouldn't be judged by my blood because I would have a Wolf. I would be like my Dad. I would be like my pack... I would be like Harry.

The thought of Harry caused butterflies to flutter along the inner lines of my stomach. It was no lie that obviously Harry was my mate but I didn't want to accept it. If I accepted it I'd follow him around like a lost pup, popping babies out right and left for him. I didn't want to turn out like that. I wouldn't hide in the shadows.

Not even for Harry.

I huffed as I brought some soap over my body and began lathering it. I pulled at my hair and began rubbing shampoo carelessly. I began thinking of my eventful day. Harry had opened up and told me some stories while my secrets was learned by Noah. Unconsciously I began to think of Harry and his mesmerizing blue eyes... however, when I thought of his eyes, the image of his black eyes vividly showed up, making me grimace.

Harry was different. Different than me at least. My heritage didn't make my eyes turn black and veins to grow down my face. I wondered if it was a pack thing because my pack didn't randomly sprout canines. Well, if we were trying to controlling our wolf, then yes. Our eyes turned black and we grew canines for different elements, but no black veins. But other than that, no. We had heard stories where packs had went against the Moon Goddesses way and she punished them.

Our Moon Goddess had cursed them.

Had Harry's pack been cursed? If so, what did they do?

My eyes narrowed as I fingered my cut. Washing my hair, I pulled my sore body out of the water. Pulling a towel around me I squeezed the excess water out of my hair. I stood naked in front of the full length mirror, taking in my appearance. What stood out the most was the bite mark on my neck. I pulled my wet hair over that shoulder.

I walked over to the sink and pulled on the dirty dress despite the fact it felt stiff on my body. I towel dried my hair and pulled it back. I gripped the sink as a wave of dizziness hit me full on and something trickled down my lip. Below me, in the sink, was red crimson splattered in different places. I looked up and saw blood coming out of my nose in a good steady amount. Immediately I grabbed the washcloth and stuffed it up my nose before sitting on the commode. I began to worry, I'd never had a nosebleed to this degree before.

I raised my head up and pinched my nose, trying to barricade the nosebleed. The white washcloth was now growing red as my nose continued to gush profoundly. Eventually, it stopped and I raised slowly, going to see the damage. The mirror showed a deep red line covering my lips, tricking down my chin. I bent over the sink and sighed, turning on the water trying to wash away the evidence.

I need the medicine. If I didn't get it soon, I'd probably die.

I walked to the bedroom, insuring the bedroom door was locked as I sat down on the bed, waiting. I stared at the door, waiting for Noah or Harry or anyone to come. It seemed like hours before someone knocked quietly on the door. I waited, not saying anything.

"Bay?" A voice came through the door, "it's me, Noah." I stood up carefully still feeling a bit uneasy from my previous episode. I flipped the switch and pulled open the door. Noah's eyes took in my disheveled appearance before his eyes turned black. He looked away and took a deep breath before I could see the growing black veins.

He was still trying to breathe evenly when he asked me a question, "What happened?"

"Nosebleed." I answered simply.

"Well, aren't you a prone for attracting disasters." Noah smirked. From the side I could see he was laughing at me. From the side I could still see his canines were shrinking back in.

I ignored his problems, "I need your help, Noah."

Noah seemed to be back in control when he looked at me head on, "What's that?"

"Drive me to my apartment." I ordered.

"But, the Alpha-" Noah said, fear in his voice.

"I don't care. We have to go now." I couldn't have another meltdown and possibly expose my secret.

"He'll kill me."

"I'll explain. Once I get it, we'll both be in clear waters. For awhile at least." I whispered. Noah searched my eyes and gritted his teeth together.

"We best get going, the Alpha's out on a run."

"Let's go."

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The car ride to my apartment was short and quiet. It was a comfortable but anxious atmosphere. When Noah parked the car he went to get out but I stopped him, "I should only be a few minutes." I reassured him. I wondered if anyone had fixed my door. Or if it was still left with a gaping hole in it. I walked up the staircase and sighed. It had been awhile since I had traveled the grueling distance up these stairs. As I got closer I realized I had left my key when I was abducted. I pulled at the dress as I began jogging up the stairs, my heart pounding against my chest my calves hissing in pain. I slowed down and caught my breath.

I need to start running more.

If someone was to listen out of their door, they would hear a fat man panting. That's what I resembled.

Finally making it to my apartment door I noticed it was fixed. My eyes narrowed, had Harry fixed it? Does Harry even know where I live? I cautiously gripped the doorknob. Pushing the door open, I slowly maneuvered down my hall. I strained to hear anything, what caused my heart to stop beating was the conversation going on in my living room. In the hallway, a doorway led me to a small room where my washer and dryer was. Across from the washer was a desk with a plant on it, now dead from the lack of watering, underneath it however, was a hidden drawer. Unseen from an inspective eye, I reached underneath and manually slid open the drawer. I gripped the cold metal of the gun and held it near my chest.

Walking down the hall, I peeked to see a mans back. No distinguishing features. Taking two deep breaths I popped out of my hiding place and aimed my gun at the intruders head. I was surprised, when another figure stood up.

The recognizable features made me want to cry, "Dad?"

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