Lone Wolf [Completed]

Chapter 2

(Fay's POV)

I climbed off the floor in disbelief. Who the hell would want to kill a harmless wolf such as myself? We both knew the answer to that question; I wasn't harmless, far from it. I didn't have a soft bone in my body. I had been training since I could walk. Getting my body ready, for pretty much anything and everything. When I turned sixteen, I had started putting wolfsbane and silver in my food and drinks. Building an immune to it. My father had made me stop, afraid I was going to hurt myself, or worse, get killed. He had told me he couldn't handle that much pain, especially not after my mother's death. I struggled to find the words. So, instead of talking, I walked to the bar.

I climbed over the counter, my legs dangling off the side. I looked around. I made a satisfied sound and grabbed the bottle I was originally going to drink tonight, all alone. I grabbed two glasses and sat on the bar. I wasn't going to bother being descent, Aatos had already seen me bawl my eyes out. I probably looked like a train wreck, but I could care less. I poured the bourbon in each glass and slid the other to the seat next to me. He walked up and grabbed it. He plunked down into the seat next to me and sighed deeply. I could tell he was thinking hard about something and was interested in what. His eyes glazed over and he looked at me.

I didn't bother looking at him, I knew what he was doing. He was studying me, trying to find the source of what Dusty was sent after me. I threw back the whole glass and poured two more, then did the same. He slowly sipped his drink, stealing glances every now and then. After a few more moments of silence, I snapped. With all the bourbon in my system and after the night I'd had, I didn't have the patience to deal with another Alpha. I slammed the glass down on the counter, surprised it didn't break at the force of the impact. "Why do you keep staring at me?!" I growled low. He smiled, "There she is."

"What?" I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in my system or just him, but he wasn't making any sense. "What are you talking about?" He looked up from his bourbon, eyes no longer glazed. "I knew there was something about you. That's why he chose you to be his Luna. You're different but you haven't found out what makes you different." I didn't have time for riddles. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He smiled, dimples and all. "You will learn soon enough, little wolf." I grabbed the bourbon, I chugged it back and put it on the counter, only to have it slid back down and shatter.

It landed at my feet, but I was unphased. I looked over the counter and found another bottle. This one was even older than the one before.The older the scotch or bourbon, the better it tastes. I went to open it, Aatos had other ideas. He grabbed the bottle out of my hands, "Hey!" He poured his drink, keeping the bottle away from me. I was shocked that he would take that away from me. The one thing that could drown out the pain in my heart and the voice in my head. I sank from the counter and slunk into a stool. I laid my head on my arms and sighed. "Why did you take that from me?" I hiccuped and looked up at him. "Because you're drunk. And you have injuries. If you weren't drunk, you would have smelled the blood coming from your leg." I picked up my head and looked down. There was in fact, blood, seeping from my leg.

I giggled and hiccuped. I hadn't noticed the pain, but now that I knew it was there, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I jumped off the stool and sat on the ground to look at my leg. I was wearing a pair of high waist shorts and black and silver high tops. My shirt was long sleeve, partly see through and black. I could make out faint blood stains from laying on Aatos' s chest. I pulled my shoes off and set them aside. I sighed at how good my feet felt to have them free. I bent my leg so I could see the damage. There was a huge chunk of glass sticking vertically out of my leg. I went to grasp it, but felt a firm hand on my arm. I looked up to see Aatos sitting next to me.

"Let me help you, I don't want you hurting yourself." I blinked. "Why are you helping me?" That's what I meant to say. Instead it came out in slurs and incoherent noises, accompanied by some mumbling. He simply nodded then focused on my leg, not bothering to answer my question. He reached for the piece and I sucked in a breath, awaiting the pain. But it never came. "Open your eyes, Fay." I hadn't even realized they were closed until I had started to see stars. They flew open and my head was spinning. "What?" I snapped. I didn't care if he was an Alpha, or a lowlife wolf. He wasn't my Alpha because I didn't have a pack. They deserted me because I refused to give my innocence to someone I could never love. 

He was nodding and I didn't know why. "What are you nodding about?" He laughed, "I was listening to you." Now, I was even more confused. "What do you mean listening? I wasn't even talking!" He shook his head, "You most definitely were talking. I heard every word." My mouth opened slightly and I nodded, still confused. I lifted my leg to sit criss cross, but sucked in a breath. I had forgotten about the huge chunk of glass currently sticking out of my shin. "Ah!" I was close to tears and gripped my leg. "Son of a bitch." I breathed. I could feel Aatos moving beside me. I looked over to see him doubled over in laughter. "What the hell are you laughing about?! Can't you see this fucking hurts?!" I growled.

In between his bursts of laughter, he tried to explain. "You... are... definitely... something else, Fay." Heat flushed to my cheeks. I ducked my head down, putting it to my chest. He had stopped laughing, but I didn't care. I wasn't good with compliments. He took two fingers and lifted my chin. I met his eyes and sucked in a breath. For the first time I noticed him. I could see his dimples as he smiled softly, as if he cared. Maybe he did, but why would he bother with someone like me? I was an outcast, I didn't belong anywhere. In fact, I liked being alone so much, that I drank alone most nights. His eyes were a cobalt blue. The were actually kind of beautiful. I blushed at the thought.

"Fay, I have a question." My eyes went wide. What could he possibly want to ask me? I knew nothing, which was better than some things I knew. His eyes lit up with... excitement, maybe? I couldn't tell because he looked away and let go of my chin. "What is it? What's your question?" I said barely above a whisper. He looked around, at the now deserted bar. "I want you to join my pack." My mouth dropped to the floor. I couldn't think, let alone find the words to reply, or form sentences. Instead I muttered, "I'm going to need a stronger drink." I attempted to stand, once again forgetting I had glass in my leg. My socks slipped on the spilt bourbon and sent me tumbling right on my ass.

I groaned and rolled onto my left side.... My legs crashing right down onto the piece of glass. "Shit!" Through gritted teeth, I grasped the glass and ripped it out of my leg. I howled in pain and the tears ran down my cheeks in small rivers. My breathing was heavy as I ripped the bottom of my shirt and wrapped it around my leg. When I tied the cloth tight enough to stop the bleeding, I let out a deep breath and leaned my head against the wall of the bar. Aatos cleared his throat, gaining my attention. I opened one of my eyes to see him staring down at me, obviously surprised at my actions. I smiled smugly, "Well? Did you enjoy watching me tear a chunk of skin out of my leg without any help?"

He cleared his throat once again, not knowing what to say. I shook my head, "Can you at least help me up, please? This floor is getting really uncomfortable." His expression turned hard because I was giving him, an Alpha, orders. "Alpha, please?" He smiled softly then bent down. He held out his hand and I grabbed it. I took several deep breaths. I nodded, telling him I was ready. He yanked on my arm, bringing me to my feet. I sucked in a breath through my gritted teeth. "Are you alright?" I looked up at him, tears threatening to fall.

"Yeah, I think so." He cocked his head, I wasn't fooling him. He could see right past my wall of defense. After a few seconds of him staring intently into my eyes, I shook my head vigorously. He pulled me into his arms, "I'm so sorry." I lifted my head. "What are you sorry for, Alpha?" He closed his eyes for a few seconds, taking several deep breaths. He opened them and looked down at me. "I'm sorry about everything. You being that brats mate, you being cast out of your pack, your family." He wiped the tears in my eyes and continued. "I'm sorry for the pain of losing your brother and not being able to find him." My breath hitched and I couldn't hold back the retching sounds of my agony any longer.