The Wolf Girl

Chapter Twenty-One

  Molly's POV

  "Now, since you blatantly ignored the rules and tried to escape, we have to make sure that someone is alway at your side to watch you," Zack explains with a pained expression.

  "Do you blame me for trying to get out of here?" I demand, my blood boiling with anger. "I mean, it's not like I want to be taken from my home, find out I'm not what I thought I was, and intake some startling news from several people. And your little kiss on the forehead didn't help at all." I glare at him coldly as he stares down at his hands.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. "You shouldn't have to-"

"Just don't," I snap. "Don't try to be a pacifist. Give me my stupid bodyguard- or whoever the heck it is who's watching me- and don't talk to me unless I want you to."

"Fine," he grumbles. I stand, grateful to not have to sit on the ground anymore. Zack stands next to me and grabs my arm, leading me to my cabin.

"Why isn't my guard coming?" I ask after a moment.

"They made me watch over you," he mutters.

"What?" I exclaim. "Tell them to pick someone else!" I know for a fact that I won't be able to tolerate him at my house for six years. No, thank you.

"I can't get them to change it, okay?" he snaps, turning to me abruptly. I stop in my tracks, staring at his eyes, which seem to be lit aflame with impatient anger.

"Get them to," I respond harshly. "Make them change it somehow. I think it'd be better for all of us if my guard wasn't the person whose eyes I want to claw out." I cross my arms over my chest impatiently.

"Guess what? I won't be able to," he repeats. "Someone is already watching over your little friend, Al or Calum or whatever his name was. No one else volunteered to watch over you, so I had to since I'm the one responsible for being a role model at this camp. I'm the one they all look up to. So I have to do things like this to make sure that I'm still acting as their role model." I open my mouth to speak, but he interrupts me. "No. I don't want to hear it. If you have complaints, go to the manager of this camp. I could care less about what you have to say about me."

"You are such a nuisance," I huff, stepping away from him and continuing my walk to the cabin. He sighs angrily before following me, his footsteps heavy with rage. My own heart burns with annoyance and anger.

"I hope you know that I'm not letting you come into my cabin," I say after a while, not bothering to look back at him. I hear his footsteps falter before starting up again at a slower pace.

"I kind of have to," he replies bitterly. "It's my job."

"Yeah, because you have to watch me twenty four-seven," I scoff. "Because, Ancestors forbid, I crawl out of the window somehow while you're not looking at me." I roll my eyes. "I'm not in the mood to deal with this right now. I want to go home. That's all I want. You just took someone extremely important to a prison cell. You took Alex hostage the same way you did with me. Just let us go. We don't want to be here in the-"

"I get it!" he shouts. "Okay? I get the fact that you don't want to stay at the camp! You've only brought it up a million times in the last two and a half weeks! You can't choose whether or not you get to stay. Once we get you here, you don't go back." I stop walking again, my eyes squeezed shut.

  "I will run away at any given chance, and don't you dare believe that I will let you stop me again! I will get out of here with Alex! I will get out of this prison!" I scream.

  "And become a danger to the entire world?" he cries. "You know that you have powers now! You don't know how to stabilize them! Do you know how dangerous that is?!"

  "It's not like I'm using them!" I snap. "I'm never using these cursed powers again! They've brought me nothing but trouble."

  "Why do you even want to go home?!"

  "Why would you ask a thing like that?" I open my eyes to see him inches from my face, his eyes fiery again. I shove him backwards. "I want to go home to see my brother. I have unresolved issues with my mother. I have another friend back there."

  "You know what?" He grabs the object that The Dreaming Wanderer gave me, and I gasp in protest. "This came from a prisoner. I'm confiscating it." Tears sting my eyes as I look at the item. A spell book. It seems to be written in an ancient handwriting, though I can see some English words as Zack flips through the book tauntingly.

  "Give it back," I growl.

  "No," he barks, snapping the book shut. "I'll see if the proper owner wants to see their precious book ever aga-"

  I don't wait to let him finish his thought. I punch him in the jaw, just like I did earlier, but with much more force this time. He staggers backwards, cupping his cheek and grimacing. He looks back over at me, and dread fills me as one of his eyes slowly flickers from green to red.

  "Bad idea," he says, running at me. My anger is replaced by fear as I turn, ready to run, but he catches my arm before I can get away.

  "L-let me go," I mutter, struggling. His grip is too tight.

  "No," he repeats. This time, his voice is calm, but his red eye holds a demonic look. Realization washes over me.

  The Dreaming Wanderer is right.

  He's a demon.

  I struggle again, but he tightens his grip on my arm.

  "You know, I was supposed to wait to complete my little assignment," he says, his voice still unsettlingly calm. "But I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I got his bait a little... early." He starts mumbling things under his breath, and an extremely uneasy feeling comes over me. He looks down at the ground, still muttering.

  The feeling grows worse until it is nauseating. My vision is blurred by red for a moment before returning to normal. My body tries to rid itself of the sick feeling, but I still feel as if I could fall to the ground at any given moment.

  My vision goes red in one eye, and Zack looks up. Both of his eyes are now a bloody red color.

  "What are you doing to me?" I squeak.

  "You'll see," he chuckles. "You see, my little friend needs some power and some new recruits. What, with your ancestry, you'd be the perfect newbie."

  "You're changing me," I choke out, my throat burning.

  "In a way, I suppose you could put it like that," he agrees nonchalantly. He walks to me, giving me a gentle push. In my current state, it's enough to make me fall to the ground on all fours, staring at the grass. I blink continuously, trying to fight his spell. My left eye, the one with red vision, annoys me, and I instantly wish I could run it, swat at it, or do anything to get rid of the red swirling through my visual field. But I just don't have the strength.

  I need to move, but I just can't.

  "You won't get away with this," I manage through clenched teeth.

  "Oh," he coos, "but I think I already have."

  His awful, taunting voice is the last thing I hear before my vision goes completely red and I become unconscious of the world around me.
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  WOO! Cliffhangers... Mwahaha...

  I'm sorry about the fast plot. AGH. It's bugging me.

  Thanks for reading, and stay heavenly!
~Mabel