The Unnatural

Fourteen

Ethan Stiles

I wake up to the most horrifying sight. Last night, I could barely sleep as my eyes lingered to the bathroom door over and over again. Every time I closed my eyes, the red eyes would shine through the dark making me shoot my eyes open.

It glued in my mind like a pest, not leaving for a single second.

But now that I'm up, I hope I had never slept. Pulling my right ankle close to my chest, I study the chain attached around my ankle. The chain I had gotten rid thinking that Ares trusts me now.

A great feeling of hurt engulfs my chest and I feel my throat tightening at the thought.

He didn't trust me. He doesn't trust me. Why would he?

The dangling sound of metal pierces through my head when I get up from the bed. The string being long enough for me to go to the bathroom but I look at the door noticing that I won't be able to close the door because of the chain.

Rolling my eyes, I walk over to the room's door and lock it. Going back to washroom, I freshen up with an open door.

"Good morning, Ethan." Eli smiles when she walks in with a tray filled with food. A cup of coffee and some sandwiches.

"Good morning." I smile warmly at her and stretch my arms to grab the tray from her. I had unlocked the door knowing that she was about to come in.

"How are you feeling today?" She questions. I place the tray on my lap and scan the tray while drooling at the delicious smell of coffee. "Good." I mutter.

She nods before turning around to walk out of the door. "Is Ares home?" I ask grabbing her attention. Eli turns back to look at me scanning me from head to toe before nodding. "Yes, he is."

"Could you tell him that I want to talk to him?" I see the surprise on her face but she suppresses it with a smile. "Sure."

I take a bite from the sandwich and hum in satisfaction after she leaves.

Her cooking was really great. If I were to get angry and decide not to eat food, I could never say no to her cooking.
Her food was almost like my mother's.

My eyes drop on the books stacked up on the side table. Max had given me these last night and without thinking much I had grabbed the book on the top and started reading it.

The history and all about werewolves.

I had gotten to learn that werewolves tend to live hundred of years as they were difficult to kill and would heal up in minutes. The only best way to kill them was snapping their necks or burning them. Yes, they were very sensitive to fire. I mean a human would die by fire too but werewolves could die from fire had me amazed for some reason.

Mates were something the moon goddess, the god of werewolves had created. It is believed that she made the perfect partners for the wolves. But I guess, she was sleepy when she made me.

Ares is someone so strong, someone determined to protect his people. He is strong headed with a personality to rule the world. Whereas I cry even if I'm angry. I cry when I'm happy. I cry when I'm overwhelmed. I don't have a wolf. I can't protect the people who have high expectations from me.

I have also learned that a mate helps alpha get stronger. Just by mating, the alpha gets ten times stronger since his senses get higher and he gets possessive. On the other hand, rejecting their mates can make alpha become weak. It leaves the body hollow and drenches out the soul of alpha. Its worst for the person who isn't an alpha. In other words, me.