Bow's POV
I stare at Marcy as she trains with Raven. She keeps giving me glances as if she knows that I’m keeping a watchful eye on her. She looks even more uncomfortable since I’ve been doing this ever since I promised Sam that I would.
I may be a heartless monster, but I keep promises. It’s still weird that people call me Sam and Sam calls me ‘beast’. I am still a nameless vampire.
Silently, I walk around so I can have a better view of Marcy.
‘You know, you should start talking,’ Sam says out of the blue.
I lean my back against the tree just like Pierre always does. ‘Never,’ I reply.
‘I feel guilty sometimes,’ she confesses, surprising me.
I raise a mental eyebrow at her. ‘Why?’
‘You don’t have a name. It’s unfair to name you ‘beast’ and you’re not trying to do anything yet.’
I sigh quietly, gaining attention from Marcy. Raven takes her distraction to pin her small wolf body down. Sam hisses mentally at Raven for hurting Marcy but I manage to cage her.
‘I don’t need a name,’ I tell Sam, keeping my eyes on the red wolf.
‘What about ‘Bow’?’ she suggests, ignoring my earlier remark.
I make a mental face at her. ‘What kind of name is Bow?’
She laughs. ‘I don’t know, it’s the first thing that comes in mind.’
‘How the hell does Bow enters your mind? It would be my last,’ I comment.
The both of us are silent before we laugh together. I make sure that I did not laugh out loud in accident.
‘You know, you’re not as bad as I thought, Bow,’ she says.
I am about to answer her when I hear someone speak from a distance, “Something is wrong. She hadn’t tried to escape yet, Alpha.”
Jake lets out a tired sigh. “This is not good. Not only that we have a Vincent problem but also a Sam one.”
Marcy snaps her head at him, her nose flares in anger. “She is not a problem, Jake,” she growls.
“Mar-” he begins but being cut off by Marcy.
“No, don’t you ‘Marcy’ me, Jake,” Marcy bursts, stomping her way to the pack house.
Jake casts a glance at me before running after her.
‘Is she always like this?’ I whisper mentally to Sam.
‘Not really,’ she admits.
I look up to see Marcy at the top floor, making out heavily with Jake and gag mentally.
‘Oh God,’ Sam squeaks, closing our eyes.
Then it hit me, I’m not controlling my hands anymore. I will myself to take my hands off my face but it didn’t move.
‘Sam,’ I say, freaking out slowly.
‘What?’ she asks curiously.
‘Take your hands off my face,’ I order.
Sam looks confused and then takes her hands off our face. She is actually beginning to control me. I feel myself getting weaker.
‘I can get my body back!’ she screams out in excitement and then her control goes back to me. Now, I can control my hands again.
