Dead wolf

Arrival

The light flashes brightly through my eyes. I sat up immediately. I groan before rubbing my eyes.

I was surrounded by the same smell of rotten food mixed with potent gasoline. The same mattress that had those springs which constantly jabbed my back. Those bulbs with the frustratingly loud buzz, flickering by the minute.

I was back in this hellhole.

"Izara, please wait here," Charles said.

He wasn't supposed to be here.

Was he? I asked myself, uncertainly.

"Charles?" I questioned weakly. I reached my hand out to stop him but it flailed back onto the bed.

A couple of minutes later, he came back into the room with Alistair who had a worried expression. I backed away from his hands which were reached out me.

"My baby, it's okay, it's me your dad." I silently wondered if he knocked himself out after doing so to me.

Did he forget what he did?

I let out a groan before shifting or trying to shift my body to the other side of the bed.

I couldn't.

"Ssh, don't do that, your leg is still being affected by the poison." In realisation of my enigma, he soon explained how he stabbed my leg with a silver dagger after I was unconscious and how silver had substantially negative impacts on werewolves. He then got down on his knees pretending to be sorry and how it was 'him' who turned into the monster he is.

I heard a lot of this 'him' guy and you could imagine how much I wanted to punch him in the face. My dad is supposed to be an alpha and he's terrified of this guy.

Things aren't adding up.

"Alistair, he's here!" it was Charles with an urgent expression that lay upon his face.

"Who?" He asked.

"Him."

"You mean him, him?"

"Yes," Charles responded.

"But it's not even her birthday." He looked back at me before he spoke. "I'll go greet him while you get Izara some food." Charles nodded before both of them darted out of the room.

My eyes were heavy so I closed them not caring about what would happen next.

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I woke up to a hand resting on my forehead. It was smooth and gentle, unlike Alistair's rough and calloused hands. I gently opened my eyes to a middle-aged man who was sitting beside the mattress, I lay on.

His eyes were two spheres of greyness that had hints of excitement hiding beneath them. He smiled widely it was almost creepy.

"Good morning," he murmured, he put on a voice that you would usually use to talk to a baby. I don't say anything, out of fear.

"Riano, get me, Alistair, now!" The big guy who was even bigger than Alistair rushed down the hallway to fetch him. The man poured himself another cup of tea. He stirs it around before drinking it.

"Don't you have anything to say?" he asked, whilst glaring at me. I hid beneath the covers, trying to contemplate the situation.

"What are you doing?" Alistair asked in a rigid demeanour. He entered a few seconds ago.

"Why I was just greeting the child, Alistair. Is a problem?" I peeped my head out of the cover, eyeing the two. Their eyes emitted hateful energy for the other.

Yeah, I think I prefer it under the covers. I thought to myself.

"Of course not, father."

Father? 

So this guy was my grandfather?

What surprised me the most was the fact he had no grey hairs or that walking stick. He didn't even dress the part.

He wasn't the grandpa type and his two beady eyes said it all.

I wasn't sure if I was to laugh or cry because I wasn't sure if was a joke or not.

"Yes, dear, I'm your grandpa even though I don't have a walking stick." he chuckled slightly as a dumbstruck Alistair stood with his jaw open.

I didn't have to put too much thought into realising that he could also read my mind.

"Still won't talk will we?" he huffed silently. "I guess it's time for an early birthday present."

He left the room only to appear back in the room
with a woman. He pulled her along by her hair which was tangled with his fists. She screamed in horror as she looked at me.

Mummy, I thought to myself.

"Stop," I rolled out of the bed, pushing my body along with my hands before Alistair picked me up and propped me back on the bed where screamed for Mummy.

"I see you like your present but if you want you're going to need to give your Grandpa a hug." he walked towards me with his arms stretched out while the man that accompanied Grandpa held onto mummy who was crying.

I felt sickened by the grotesque smile on his lips that curled into the widest smile I might have ever seen. I close my eyes wishing it would all go away.

Better yet, he'd go away.

But I quickly brushed the thought off, remembering almost everyone had access to my thoughts.

"Be a good little girl." He whispered as his arms were like the slim body of a snake putting me into a choke-hold.

When it was over, I huffed a sigh of relief.

"Alistair, I think you should have some time to catch up with Brianne while I look after Izara." From the glare in his eyes, it was not a request but an order. Alistair nodded and dragged Mummy away with him.

"You too Charles please do watch them." and left as well.

"What do you mean? You said I could talk to Mummy." I questioned.

"Ssh," he said whilst stroking my head. "Don't worry your pretty little head about a thing."

"You're a liar," I screamed.

"Maybe I am but you need to rest." His voice was gentle when he talked to me.

"But I'm not tired," I responded.

"I know but the only way you can get better is by resting. If I'm right that leg would be better after an hour or two," he said while inspecting it.

He rubbed his warm hands on my forehead and before I knew it I was asleep.

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"Izara, wake up." I looked up at the man who accompanied Grandpa who I thought was called Rhino or something, maybe because he certainly looked like one. He looked at me slightly confused, maybe because he was unsure what to do. "Your grandpa has asked me to escort you to dinner." His voice was deep and low. His eyes were fixed on mine, not diverting for a second.

I didn't say a word as I followed him to the dining hall. True, to Grandpa's words, I had healed physically.

But never mentally.

In fact, things only got worse on that front.

All four of them stared at me, eyeing me as if I were a rodent who had entered the room without permission.

I glared at them blankly.

"Sit down, Izara, we have lots of things to discuss." Said Grandpa.

I hastily sat beside Grandpa as he gestured.

"First of all, in six days you have an entrance exam that you are to prepare for..."