The girl who cried wolf

Chapter 10

Clara felt the poison spreading through her. She was gasping for breath, but it felt like all oxygen wouldn't go near her, because of the monster spreading inside of her. She saw her life in front of her. She could taste metal on her mouth. She panicked, even though she knew what was happening, it still scared her, the thought of Olivia being alone. She tried to fight, but she was held back by bonds. Then her pain vanished, and she began to fade.

"NO!" Ivan roared as she began to drift away. Alex stood back, the cellar was cold, made of cement. He remembered being taken here when he was six. Ivan shook the limp girl, "NO, NO, NO, NO!" His eyes were purely red. "How could have this happened?" He yelled as he flipped a small trolley containing needles. 

"Obviously she wasn't the one." Alex replied gravely, devastated as he looked at the beautiful girl, her green eyes now blank, empty.  "You're alpha wolf was wrong."

"IT'S NEVER WRONG." Ivan screamed, "She was meant to be one of us..."

"Technically, your wolf didn't pick her." Tim said in an as-matter-of-fact tone of voice. Ivan turned to him, pinning him against a wall.

"What did you just say?" Ivan said with his teeth clenched, his forearm pushing into Tim's windpipe. Tim coughed, struggling to breathe.

"Your wolf didn't pick her, Alex's wolf did." Tim managed, gasping. Ivan looked close into Tim's eyes. It made sense, he dropped Tim, turning on Alex.

"How did your wolf see her?" Ivan asked, marching over to Alex, but not pinning him.

"I saw her the night we killed that girl. She was in a hot tub...." Alex said quietly, Ivan's eye twitched, they were flashing red. He took a breath in, trying to clear his head.

"And the next day you turned up at her house?" He muttered. "Your wolf did choose her."  

"But... how is that possible? I'm a Beta." Alex whispered. Ivan looked at the girl. Tim just shrugged. 

"Some rip in the fabric of reality. Obviously." Tim said, walking away. 

Clara was facing a door, it was so familiar, the line of salt.... She had the urge to open it. 

"Clara. Sweetheart." A even more familiar voice was behind her. She turned to see her mother sitting behind a mahogany desk. "Don't open it yet." 

"Mum?" Clara whispered, her mother stood up. 

"Yes Clara." 

"Oh my God," She threw her arms around her mother, but her mother was ice cold and forced her to pull back. Her mother's dress was stained with blood, her neck was bleeding, a gaping wound was on her side. "What happened to you?"

"This is how I died, sweetheart." Her mother replied, looking at her sympathically. "I've been waiting for you girls." She looked around, "Where's Livvy?" Olivia hadn't been called that in years, Clara remembered the day when Olivia asked Aunt Georgia to stop calling her it.

"She's still alive." Clara replied, looking around.

"So the wolves didn't get her?" Her mother asked, her eyes staring at Clara's torso. Clara looked down, blood was everywhere. Her torso was just a bloody mess, nothing was distinguishable. Clara gasped at the sight of it.

"Don't worry darling, it doesn't stay like that forever, I'm told that if I open that door, then its the 'Other Side', where everything is better and your wounds are healed and you go back to your happiest time." Her mother looked into her eyes, holding her face, "But your time isn't over, there's a lot more for you to do in your life and a lot of people who'll change your fate."