Chapter VI: Straight Punch

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The slightly cold air hit me as soon as we got off the plane in Greece. It was around nine in the morning and everyone was eager to get to the hotel room. Lydia was bouncing with so much energy that not even my usually peppy self could match. I had left Lydia with her mother and stayed back waiting for Finley to grab his things from the cab so we could check into the hotel.

"I feel like a double shot of espresso is in order if I'm going to keep up with Lydia this entire trip." I yawned out as I grabbed my bag.

"Oh trust me you will once we adjust to the time difference."  he responded by grabbing one of my bags for me.

I turned to face the hotel we were staying in and I somehow got this weird vibe from it. It was as if something was beckoning me to enter it and an energy filled my soul. Something stirred within me and I knew that it wasn't of my own accord. It had to be my wolf that I felt this way. 

When we entered the hotel it was like a million scents hit me at once and the lobby was packed full. There were way too many werewolves vacationing here for it to be a coincidence. Eyes were staring and I felt my blood boil as I began to connect the dots. 

The Stone's had lied to me!

I went to turn away when I ran into Finley's chest. "Woah, Claire where are you going? Why are you mad-"

"They lied to me Finn! This is the Mate Meeting and they tricked me into coming here." I hissed.

Staring at Finley you could see the look of shame painted on his face. He didn't even bother to look me in the eyes. He was in on this too! 

"You-you...bastard!" I pushed at his chest which made him stumble back.

"Claire you need to calm down.  People are starting to stare-"

"Let them stare! I want everyone to know how my friend stabbed me in the back in bringing me here knowing I didn't want to!" 

At this point Lydia and her parents were rushing over. "Claire, we are sorry, but-" Lydia tried to rush out, but I held my hand up to her.

"Save it. Nothing you say can make up for the fact you all lied to me. You keep making decision about my life without asking me. You have no idea what it is like to be thrust into all of this. So don't try and apologize thinking it makes everything better because it doesn't."

I didn't bother to hear them out as I pushed pass a crowd of people entering the hotel. It was like I was queen and the people cleared their path for me. Although I couldn't blame them, I probably wasn't doing a very good job at hiding my aura from them.

It was morning and I was in a foreign country I knew nothing about. Did it stop me from wandering of though? No.

So my legs brought me along to the closest beach I could find so that I could cool down.

...

I don't know how long I had been gone, but it had been hours I'd assume since the sun was getting higher in the sky. I laid on my back in the sand, eyes closed, and my ears trained on listening to the ocean's waves. 

My anger had dispersed now and I had done a lot of thinking since running off from everyone. Was my anger justified? I knew that I should be the one to make decisions on my life, but did I have to respond in a way that hurt Finley and the Stone's. 

Lately my anger had been getting the best of me and I knew that it was bad. I knew that this probably stemmed from losing the only family I had ever known and having to resort to a new life where I knew almost no one.

I felt bitter inside. There was never any way I would have had a choice in my life to begin with. I was born a werewolf and this was what I would have grown up like if certan circumstances didn't happen. 

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