SONG IS MONSTER BY SKILLET.
RAYNES P.O.V
You know the horrible thing about being in this prison? It's the fact that it grows on you...like a disease. Take Cancer for example. It pops up out of nowhere...it grows inside you..and then overtakes your body.
Then you get it inside your head...im dying. You come to terms with it. And it changes your life. You could go at any given moment.
That's where I went wrong a year ago. I embraced this lifestyle because I figured...I'm going to be here until the moment I am killed or die....why not embrace it. It keeps Him off my back and protects my pack....now I enjoy the thrill of killing. It gives you a rush that nothing else can. It's been three days since I've killed and I'm restless...it become an addiction. A habbit I can't quite get a grasp on. Just 3 more days I tell myself. Then I go back.
I still can't believe that he trusts me not to run away. I think he knows that I won't run away due to the big risk of my pack being killed. That's the only reason I'm staying here in London. To keep my pack and mate safe. I think it's time to make a change though. If I'm going to be a killer might as well look the part because something tells me that light brown hair doesn't exactly scream dangerous or bad. It looks normal. So going downstairs, after grabbing His credit card, from the cheap apartment He got for me to stay in I ring up Jimmy. My personal bodyguard...or in reality terms my watcher so I don't run away.
"Hey take me to the mall."
"Come on outside. I just pulled up anyway."
"Coffee run?"
"Of course!"
"Ummm.."
"Yes I have one for you too."
"Thanks!" I hang up as I approach the car sliding into the passenger side.
3 hours later getting home from the mall.
After lugging all my bags up to my apartment I plop down on my couch and running my hands through my now black hair with side swept bangs. Grabbing one of my backs I take out my black skinnys, black leggings, black leather skinnys, white skinnys, and ripped skinnys and some shorts. Along with a new pair of combat boots.
Grabbing the next bag I pull out some bras and panties a total of 16 sets. I'm obsessed with matching lingerie if you can't tell. Grabbing the next bag I take out my leather hoodie with a black cloth hood and my new gages.
Next bag consisted of tanktops and camis, next was more jeans, and you see how it all went until I came across the last bag. Taking it i set it on my lap and pulled out a necklace. It was gold chain with a black wolf pendant. The wolf looked familiar so I bought it hopping to jog my memory.
Taking my gages I go to the bathroom and shove them through. My ears started bleeding so I applied pressure and cleaned them with peroxide. Soon the bleeding stopped and the pain settled to a dull ache....should be gone by tomorrow...along with the swelling due to my unnaturally good healing process due to the wolf DNA being in my blood. Time to go get dinner I guess. After putting on my short shorts I throw on my white oversized tank with a black diamond drawn on it. Letting it flow on me and grabbing my new leather hoodie I take the credit card and slide my combat boots on and make my way outside while sliding the jacket on.
Walking down the street I catch the bus and get to the square and go into a small cafe when I catch the most delisious sent. Woodsy and chocolate with a hint of orange. I would know that scent anywhere....wft is Drake doing here in London?!
Throwing my hood up I walk back out and start down the street. I have to stay away if I want him safe....he needs to leave. Now!
Drakes P.o.V.
Mate!!!! I can smell her! I would know that berry and sugar smell anywhere. Fresh and sweet just like my mate. Her smell is strong. Looking up I scan for her dark hair. Only to see a girl with the body of a goddess pull up her hood and walk out taking that mouthwatering scent with her. It was her.
Getting up I run out leaving my alpha calling my name. I see her tense up and start a faster pace. I keep up with her until we are at running speed.
Getting close enough to grab her I push her against the wall of a brick building and take a look at her....she's changed.. It's her but she's different... Black hair, guages, combat boots, and a lot of black...where is my sweet innocent mate?
"She died" she whispered.
"I said that out loud?"
"Yeah so if you don't mind, get your fucking hands off me!"
She said as she pushed me off of her. Looking me straight in the eye she said "if you know what's good for your pack you will leave London and don't look for me"
"What are you trying to say? Babe I've missed you more can imagine!"
"Same for me but its not safe. I can never go back. I'm in this for life. If I leave, its a war you won't win. That's not a threat...its a promise."
"I guarantee that's not the case baby."
"If I leave there will be a bomb dropped onto your pack along with people linning the woods around your territory to hoot down anybody that makes it out alive after the bombing. So tell me now is that a risk your willing to take?"
I was stunned into silence.
"Yeah so don't bother looking for me it would be pointless" she said as she walked away.
No not pointless....just dangerous.
