She's Out for Blood

c h a p t e r : t h r e e

Gracie

I must've drifted off to sleep, for I was curled up on the couch. Dalton was lying beside me. He was still asleep. I shifted to move off of my side, before I quietly stood up. Still shaking off the sleepiness that rested at the corner of my eyes, I stumbled into the kitchen. I balanced myself and glanced at the stove clock, which read 12:54AM. I couldn't remember when I came home, around 10:23PM. Now I'm awake just a couple hours later.

I approached the beautiful window in the kitchen by the grand sink. I pulled back the curtains to see that it was still dark outside. Not long and it'll be one in the morning. My legs ached, the need to run was agonizing. I sneaked back into the living room to make sure that Dalton was asleep. I leaned over the back of the big, comfy couch to find Dalton still fast asleep. I smiled warmly to myself, as I walked to the closet and grabbed my hoodie and a blanket for Dalton.

I covered him in the fluffy wool blanket, and soon slipped on my hoodie and shoes. "I'll be back." I whispered over my shoulder as I silently opened the front door, praying that the chill of the air wouldn't wake Dalton up. I hurriedly shut the door behind me and set off on a calming walk.

My legs stopped aching as I took elegant strides into the darkness of the woods. My destination: Starlight Pack's Territory. Why? Because I like to observe their land at night. It's so similar and different to mine, one day I'll be seeing it up close. I predict that a lot of blood will fall that day, my only wish is that it's only Starlight Pack's blood.

A snapping twig broke the silence of the chirping crickets and rustling creatures. My head snapped up and I tensed as I stood five feet away from a werewolf. From his distinct smell, he was from Starlight Pack. From his stance and posture, he was an Alpha. Replaying these facts in my mind igniting a fear inside of me. I was terrified at the realization that the man who I was planning to kill stood in front of me. He was strangly calm...my wolf couldn't sence any threat.

I watched as he shifted back into human form. He was dressed in casual attire, a black T-shirt and a dark pair of jeans. "Are you Gracie Frost? Female Alpha of Imagination Pack?" he kindly asked. His voice sounded as a melody, and his brown eyes had me in a trance. "Yes. Who are you, may I ask? And what do you want from me?" I answered, studying his gestures and movement. "I'm Casey Harrison. I'm the Alpha of Starlight Pack. My father murdered yours, and that thought sickens me. I was on my way to talk with you actually. Try to sort things out." He replied truthfully. The mention of my father's death enraged me, but his comment he said afterword had me confused.

"What did you say? The thought of your father killing my father sickens you? How so?" I interrogated, taking steps towards him. For most that move would be intimidating, but there was no reaction from him. "I know some things about that battle that everyone doesn't. Shall we sit and discuss it?" Casey offered, gesturing to a few large rocks that sat side-by-side. I nodded and cautiously took a seat.

He noticed my uncomfort, "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." he soothed. For some strange reason, his promise held truth. It comforted me more than it should have. There was something about Casey...a strange pull and attraction towards him. I can't really explain it. Casey took a seat beside me and started to explain:

"My father considered yours as a threat to my pack. He knew that your pack was going to attack us at any given time. When he heard about your mother's death, my condolences, he thought it was the perfect time to attack because your father was weak due to the loss of his mate. I spent so much time begging him to stop, but he ignored me and did it anyway. I told him that he was going to regret this decision. My father must've considered this to an extent because he laced his boots in Wolfsbane. When he shifted, he believed that the easiest thing to do was to injure your father and to through the boots at him. My father was sure to get the Wolfsbane into your father's wounds. The Wolfsbane took over your father's body. His death was slow and painful, and I'm terribly sorry. When I look back onto that day, I blame myself for not trying harder. To solve my grief...I poisoned my father. As revenge for being selfish, controlling, hardheaded, abusing, for never listening to me and for ruining my life, along with many other, from both packs. I'm sorry for bringing bad news, but I thought you should know the full story so you didn't attempt to attack my pack for something my sorry excuse of a father did to you. I know you're more than likely not satisfied...and I apologize."

I was in shock. The disbelief was overpowering, but his words were so true. There was no longer a need to kill. I broke down, and started to cry. Casey wrapped me up in loving arms, hoping to comfort me. He would repeat, "I'm sorry," as he stroked my hair and my back. His touch calms me, it's kinda strange how only he can do that. Dalton's touch is nothing like this, niether is anyone else's...perhaps it's because Casey is from a different pack...

No one may ever know, honestly. Before I realized it, I was fast asleep in Casey's arms. We were all cuddled up on the soft slope of the rocks, using each other's body heat as warmth.

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An entire chapter done in a matter of an hour! Give you a little curveball, Gracie is thinking about forgiveness. How will this turn out? Why does Casey make her feel this way? Find out in the following chapters! Love ya guys, read on. Tell me what I need to improve. Thank you all for reading.

November 24, 2015

-MacTheFirework

Macayla L.