Chapter 11

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"Stan?"

I shake my head, no. "The name doesn't feel right."

"Red?" His voice gruff.

Sighing, "No."

"Jordan? Felix? Brian?"

"No, no, and no."

Grunting in irritation Bruce shakes his head, rolling his black and white eyes, running a tongue over his lips and snout.

"Then what, Ellie? 'Cause I don't want to keep giving you names and you just dismiss them. I've actually put a lot of thought in to them," he joked.

I sigh. On the verge of tears, again, I press my palms against my eyes and control my breathing. Bruce makes a sad whine in the back of his throat. He thinks he's the one that triggered thedepressing feelings inside.

But it wasn't him. It wasn't even the sharp pain coming from the kicking in my womb.

Lately I've felt time has passed by in blur. My body felt like it had no emotions. Plain emptiness.

'Ell, what's the matter?' His soft voice carried through my head.

"Life is ruhless. I'm laying here thinking one day we'll escape. I now know we're not going to get out, though."

Bruce grunts, cocking a furry eyebrow when he caught my wandering eyes. "Life isn't ruthless. It's the people living it who can choose if they want to live in fear or happiness. Sure, we're locked up. Doesn't mean the world will suddenly fall apart." I open my mouth to say something and closed it at the look he shot me. "Don't give up hope. Don't give up on escaping. You've been the one who's had all the hope; so don't stop now. You stop believing then all that we've been through will be for nothing."

Guilt clutched me. "Bruce. . .I'm so sorry," I sob. I'm falling apart. We both new it. When I left. . .him I lost a part of me. No one would ever be able to take his place in my heart. There's no one. We belong together.

As if he knew were my thoughts were Bruce said, "I think we've thought too much for one day."

I ignored his attempt to distract me. "Remember that time when we went into the city, and I told you something was off. . . ."

"But I just brushed it aside," Bruce remembered.

"It was night. As we walked a scream pierced the silence. So, we rushed to where we heard the noise come from."

Bruce was silent for a second. I saw his visibly gulp. Chills ran the length of my body. 'What we found was our first real rabid werewolf.'

Rapids are known as the number one dangerous things to ever live (besides the Vampire King). They're worse than rogues. While rogues have the ability to think and feel, rabids have no soul. They feel nothing inside but the hunger for blood, destruction.

Doesn't matter if the people they kill is their own parents or child. Once a rabid there's no going back. Ever.

And as I'd looked into the face of the female rabid holding a small child, my anger overcame my fear. I didn't care that she had claws for hands, eyes glowing red as black veins popped out from a snarling face, showing a row of sharply pointed teeth.

We ripped her to pieces. And somehow the unconscious child awoke and was confused with where she was and what had happened. Later that day we found where she lived and left her sleeping body on her bed.

I made sure the people from my pack who had decided to work with the humans patrol around her house and many more.

'That was our first kill,' Bruce whispered. I blink a couple times to come back to here and now.

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