Uncharted Territory

Chapter 7: I hate you

I can't believe he did that. Does he have such little respect for others that he just goes ahead and burns someone's house done? 

He's an asshole, I could tell the moment I saw him. He was raised with a gold spoon in his mouth, he's always gotten his way, and nobody says no to him. He doesn't understand other people's feelings, and he never will. He thinks everything he does is because he has to do it, he doesn't think about how his actions hurt others. Or how it will effect them. 

A witches intuition about others was impressive, we could tell anything from just talking to someone for a few moments. And sadly, I was also cursed with that gift. 

Staring out of the window I wiped the silent tears that just kept coming. The sun set a couple minutes ago, but I was still left here, to ponder my thoughts. The last thing I wanted to see was his face. I turned slightly so that my head was leaning against the back of the couch. I was staring out at the view from his office. It was beautiful, a perfect view of a mountain. I could stare at it forever. 

"Luna?" A small voice said. I scowled and got up, I just wanted to be alone right now. 

"I'm sorry Luna, but the Alpha wants you to go to sleep. I will show you to your room." The young girl said. I smiled at her and nodded. Even though I was mad at the "alpha" I would still act mature about this. 

"Why are you calling me Luna? What does that mean?" I asked as we walked out of the office. The young girl stared at me before keeping her mouth shut and in a firm line. I stared at her, waiting for her to explain but when I realized that she wasn't going to, I looked away and to the many pictures hanging up on the wall. 

Tears pooled in my eyes again as I looked around. This was going to be my new home. And I didn't even know why. My spell books, my gems, my life. Gone like that, burned and left like it didn't even exist. 

Quickly wiping my eyes I sucked in a breath and calmed myself down. I could cry when there was no one else around. I told myself and smiled. The young girl was looking at me, but I turned my head, not looking at her. 

"Here we are." She said stopping at the stairs. I looked at her in confusion and looked around. Was I going to sleep on the stairs?

"No one is allowed in the Alphas quarters. I can't go up there." She explained. Looking up at the stairs, I glared. I will not be sleeping in the same room with that man. Not now, not ever. 

"I will not sleep with that man. Is there a guest room I could sleep in?" I asked her. She nodded nervously and motioned with her hands to follow her. I did, and she stopped at a door. She motioned for me to go inside. 

I did and closed the door behind me, thanking the girl before locking it.

"Well, this is much better," I said looking around. It was a lavish room, far too lavish if you ask me. 

Walking over to the bed I finally let my emotions out and I cried into the pillow. My sobs were hard as I shook from my emotions. I couldn't handle this, how could my home be gone like that? I really wanted to go see it, hoping that the doctor was lying, that maybe it was still there. But, a huge part of me told me that I was just kidding myself. It was gone, and it would never be back. 

After what felt like an hour of crying, I got up and wiped my dry and wet face. I didn't want a shower as I knew it would burn my skin and the nasty bruise on my neck. I felt disgusting but could care less at this point. My life will never be the same. 

Deciding to just sleep, I crawled under the sheets and sighed. Tossing and turning I couldn't get comfortable, not only was the bruise on my neck bothering me, but I kept feeling like something was missing. Almost like there was something I wasn't noticing. 

A knock at my door had me getting up quickly to answer it. The same girl from before was standing there, in her hands was some food. I took it from her and thanked her. She bowed to me and left. 

Bowing? Is that some kind of werewolf custom? I thought. 

Bringing the steaming food inside the room I looked at it before gagging. I couldn't stomach anything, and I knew I'd throw up if I ate it. Deciding against it, I took the glass of water instead and drank it. 

Obviously, I knew I should have eaten, but with my emotions this wild, I knew I could get upset again and just throw everything up. 

Leaving the food on the side table, I climbed back into bed and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.