Chapter Four
Song: The Way I Do by Bishop Briggs
Word Count: 346
Bishop's Point of View********
"Bishop?" Maya asked while walking beside me with her head turned up towards me.
"Yes, Maya?" I answered and stared onward.
"Do you know someone named Rose?"
My body stiffened but I didn't let it show, my fist were clenched and drawing blow from my palms as my nails pierced the delicate skin.
"No." My voice came harsh through gritted teeth.
Maya whimpered al little before looking away.
I let my head hang and my violent coughing fit came. I have one now.
I sputtered and blood dripped from my mouth.
My blood.
So my mate is a cold blooded killer as I now know him, he is the Alpha of Black Moon.
The most dangerous pack there is.
He kills in cold blood.
He asks questions second.
First he murders.
Without a second thought he could have me by my neck with his claws pierced straight into my stomach.
I dared defy him though, I want to die now.
I don't care for my challenge, my promise, my mate.
The challenge died once I was caught.
My promise broke once their hands clasped my weak arms.
My mate is nothing but a cold blooded killer who wouldn't even think twice if he killed someone.
He would kill me in cold blood.
I knew he would.
Its his nature.
So I will wait for the day my corpse will lay mangled on the ground as he laughs at my pathetic weak body.
Because I am weak an pathetic.
A strong person would be able to hold their own at least for about twenty minutes against a pack.
I would be dead then less than a second.
One being I will always be a weak and pathetic wolf.
And I can't wait for the day I'll lay without open eyes and without a heartbeat.
Because in the end.
I will die either way.
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