The girl who cried wolf

Chapter 14

Alex checked the house three times, making sure Clara's Aunt was gone. He found the glass sliding door, discovering it to be locked, so he began picking the lock. 

Alex had alot of practise at this, ever since he was twelve, he'd been able to pick any lock. Breaking into people's homes was the only way the pack got their clothes. 

The door clicked and Alex stepped through. The living room was slightly messy, the same with the kitchen. A stack of unopened envelopes sat on the kitchen table. Alex made his way up the stairs, one end of the hallway led into a dark room, Alex was drawn that way.

The door creaked as he opened it. He fumbled for the light switch on the wall, he managed to turn it on. The room was extremely messy, a corner of the room sat a pile of torn up paper, clothes littered the floor, and on the wall were pictures of the moon, and glimpses of shadows. Of his pack.

Alex stepped through, touching a picture. He thought he'd been careful when he came to visit Clara. He thought he'd manage to slip past, but he'd been wrong. At the window, was a telescope and a large expensive looking camera. A notebook sat open, a layer of dust on it. He picked it up.

"The Full Moon is when the wolves are at their strongest, most likely time when they will strike, the New Moon is when they're at their weakest, the least likely time."  Olivia was smart, for that, Alex gave her credit. She'd manage to figure out their secret. Now all it took was keeping that secret.

Alex turned off the light, shutting the door behind him. He looked at the closed door at the other end. Clara's room. He surged forward, almost frantically. He  remembered Clara's room from her dream, he opened the door. It was exactly the same, except the bed was made, and a hoodie was folded on her bed. He touched it. It was the same thing she was wearing the night they took her.

Alex felt angry with himself. He felt a rage for Ivan, how dare he treat Alex like this? He had no right. His wolf growled, fueling the nasty thoughts. Alex placed the hoodie down, back onto the bed.

Unlike Olivia's room, Clara's was flooded with light, her Regina Spektor posters illuminated. Alex looked around, Clara's personality was defined in this room. He felt closer to her now then ever before. He found her CD rack, putting the entire contents in a bag he brought with him. He looked at the posters and took them down, carefully folding them and placing them gently into the bag.

He took one final glance around, before shutting the door once more, and leaving, knowing Clara  would never come back to her bedroom.

"Hold your crossbow higher." Charlotte ordered, Olivia straightened it. "Keep your elbow down, when you press that trigger, it'll spring back and get you in the arm." Olivia lowered her elbow.

"How's this?" Olivia asked, pressing the trigger, the silver tipped arrow flew through the air and hit the tree above the target. Olivia frowned.

"Sloppy. Lazy." Charlotte barked, snapping her fingers, "Again."

"Can't I take a break?"

"There are no breaks in a battle with a werewolf." Charlotte replied, "There is only victory." She fired her own crossbow, the arrow going straight for the centre.

"Well, can I try a different weapon?"

"Olivia, what if you're in a forest, with a crossbow, three silver tipped arrows and three werewolves?"

"I'd give the crossbow and arrows to you, and run." Olivia answered, giving Charlotte a big cheesy grin. Charlotte didn't smile back.

Olivia noticed with her time spent with Charlotte that Charlotte never smiled. She never joked, never laughed. Quite frankly, Olivia had speculated that something was lodged in her ass.