Breaking the Ice

Chapter 3: Need Anger Management Classes?

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Chapter 3

Unknown POV

"What do you mean you did not finish the mission?!" I screech with outrage, I push the expensive mahogany bookcase down, the priceless books scattering everywhere, but I did not care.

"I-I-I am-m s-s-sor-ry s-s-sir," the worthless guy stutters, cowering in fear,"t-they w-w-were t-t-to s-s-strong f-f-for us."

"You had 11 men armed to the teeth, and yet you could not take 2 scrawny, young girls?!" I laugh humorlessly, "I guess I have to do stuff on my own."

"S-s-sir t-they h-h-had w-w-werew-wolv-ves h-help-ping t-them." He stutters, obviously afraid of my reaction.

I walk up to the guy and punch him in the face, blood splitting everywhere, "I will give you one more chance, ruin it and you are dead, your family is too." I say, almost growling with anger. The guy nodded, like a cartoon, to fast to be real, his eyes wide with fear.

"Good to know that we are now on the same page," I say calmly walking back to my desk. I sit down and wave my hand in a shooing gesture, "you are dismissed, don't disappoint me again because you WILL regret it." He nods again, still to quick.

"Good talk, sir. Do not worry, I will not disappoint you again. Sir," he says as he slowly backs out of the door, closing it behind him.

I snort looking at the closed door, "You better not John." I mutter to myself.

Why would the werewolves be helping helpless orphan Lynx shifters. The races never mix, I find it stupid, but it helps us more, making it easier to kill a race one at a time, no one will stop us until the world would be pure again. Talk about a group of racist people...

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Kasta's POV

Days past, I was tense, we moved out of the ratty motel to a new one, closer to downtown, where there was more humans.

There was no sign of any Hunters, but just because I can't sniff them out doesn't mean that they aren't there. Calla and I went shopping again, but I was watchful of everything we passed, even if it was a seeing eye dog.

With nothing to occupy my time I began to think of my past more and more. Remembering about my parents' laughs and smiles. Remembering about what had happened years ago... Two bangs and my parents' pain filled cries, I can't believe it was that easy to kill my parents, who seemed so vibrant and parent like before all that had happened.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeek! Kastaaaaaaaaa!" Calla screeches, making me jump out of my reverie. I sprint to the bathroom were Calla was brushing her teeth, and was annoyed that it was just a spider...

Wait- it's a black widow spider, those can't live up here, it's way to cold...

Unless it was a were.

I pushed Calla out behind, "Shift back now" I hiss at the spider, ready to just swat it and kill it. It shifts into a middle aged woman with short black/silver hair, her pitch black eyes study us, she looks familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on how I knew her...

"No need to be so kill-ready young one," she schools, I growl warningly, ready to kill her.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" I hiss, my patience running away.

"Calm down kitty cat, I was just around the.... neighborhood and smelt a familiar scent, I followed it here, and saw you two," the woman says calmly, which was unnerving, "I am Rosa."

I frown, that name sounded familiar, "Aunt Rosa?" Calla ask, uncertainly. I gasp, that's we're I heard that name before! And before I could stop her, Calla runs around me and launches herself at Aunt Rosa. "You did not die!" Calla cries in Aunt Rosa's shoulder.

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Soo how was it? Like my Unknown POV? Or should I just not do it again? I need some feed back guys, please:)

Sorry this was short, but I was busy, it was my birthday yesterday! I'm finally 14:)... I hope you guys like it!

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-TugaGirl 😜