Killing Davina

Sia

Warmth creeps up, burning up on the tip of her nose and spreading through her cheeks, but the dull ache of pain still beats rhythmically through her throat.

She forces her eyes shut, and parts her lips while the words seem to burn her tongue, she manages to whisper, "please, leave."

She keeps her eyes shut, not wanting to face him. Only does she open them when she hears his agonizingly slow steps leave the room and the shutting of the door reaches her ears. Fluttering her eyes open, she faces the bare room.
There is no color other than white and some accents of mahogany wood. This room wasn't made for living in, it's a temporary stay. The room isn't attached to a private bathroom, since there's only one door, so she decides to find one, cleaning her foot should fasten the pace of healing. Wandering through the hallway, she starts opening random doors. Some were occupied bedrooms which she quickly shut again, others were locked, until she finally reaches the last door next to the staircase.

Yanking it open, a clean bathroom is revealed. The sink stands underneath a generous mirror, almost reaching the ceiling. A toilet sits opposite of it and the furthest wall is covered by a wide shower, the glass walls slid open. As she steps inside, she locks the door behind her and opens a cabinet beneath the sink. She finds a stack of towels in shades of blue and some bottles of soap, all with different smells. A towel will have to do.

Davina places herself on the floor after having wet the towel and starts wiping away dried blood, removing leftover shards of glass whenever she finds them. The corner of the towel stains a dark red. She gets back on her feet, cautious to not reopen the wound, and wets the towel once again, trying to wash the stain out. Grime has gotten underneath her nails from crawling on the ground.

She raises her gaze, meeting her own in the reflection. The usual mix of waves and curls in her chocolate brown hair is tangled together, while other strands stick out to the sides. Raking a hand through her hair doesn't do much, other than yanking on knots hidden in between the curls. The messy mob of brown reaches her shoulders.
Her fingers reach her collarbone. Above them, a dark blue bruise is starting to form, encircling her neck and taking the hazy shape of a hand. Her lips press together, a coldness sweeping over her expression.

A knocking on the door startles her out of the daze. Her gaze sweeps through the bathroom, no windows and just a stone box with one door, along with a person behind that door. Her hands push against the door and check the lock.
"Davina, do you need any help?" Alwin's voice comes from the other side of the door.

She breathes in, putting more force on the door.
"How did you know it was me," she demands.

An awkward cough is followed up by his answer, "your smell is different."
She furrows her eyebrows, though she knows he won't see it.
"From ours, I mean. Your smell is different from ours," Alwin says, stumbling on his words. He murmurs something else inaudible, but the door hinders her from understanding.

"I don't need any help," she says, answering his previous question.

He shuffles his footing and steps away from the door. Davina hears the growing distance and sighs.
"Scream and I'll come to the rescue," he says, his voice partly humorous but with an edge of worry.

Davina hums, leaning her forehead against the door. His footsteps slowly fade until there is no sound left on the other side of the door.
Only then does she unlock the door and step out of the bathroom. Her room is easy to find, seeing she is the only person who left the door open. She lets herself open every drawer, in search of some temporary clothes.

A sigh of relief passes her lips when she finally finds a grey t-shirt, a bit too big for her, but it fits. Unfortunately, the pants are all for men and look more like a diaper on her than an actual pants, so she decides to just keep her own jeans on for now. After changing her shirt, she wanders back into the hallway, which is still completely empty. She descends the stairs, now standing in the entrance hallway of the house.
Voices drift through the air, coming from another big door. Davina tiptoes towards the door and lays her ear against the aged wood. Laughter erupts from inside the room.

"I heard MccRaeh has fallen under your reign now," an unknown voice says, his voice husky.

"It has. The pack has one of the most beautiful scenery, I discovered," Moreno answers, his choice of words more formal than she remembered them to be. Or maybe she didn't bother remembering.

"Didn't the Alpha have a child? How did he cope?"

"It's a she, actually, and she's getting there."
Someone chuckles.

"Don't underestimate her, Moreno. She-wolves can be even worse than males, and she has Alpha blood too," the man says, ending with a chuckle.

When Davina heard a chair scrape on the ground, she quickly steps away from the door and walks to another one, not knowing where it leads. When she opens it, however, she hadn't expected a garden to be revealed in front of her.
Bushes were neatly trimmed and flowers filled all empty spaces. A few small trails, not overpowered by plants, led to the middle of the garden where a table and a few chairs stood, kept from the blazing sun by a roof of intertwined plants and leaves. At home, they never had a garden, the forest in itself was beautiful enough and way more enchanting, but this garden reminded her of home.

She follows the path, her bare feet on the warmed up ground while her hand trails over the greenery. She reaches the middle. The table and its chairs, once white, were now starting to lose the battle with the outdoor grime and growth. Davina raised her head, looking at the naturally grown roof. Flowers broke through the layer of leafs at some places, giving pops of color. She was in awe.

Someone cleared his throat. Her eyes tear themselves away from the beauty and land on a male, standing in the sun. His straight brown hair put up in a bun on his head, the sun giving his hair a golden yellow tint. His skin was a darker shade of caramel than hers, contrasting against the white t-shirt he was wearing.

He sticks his hand out, looking at her expectantly. She complies and shakes it.

"I don't believe I've met you yet. I'm Amaro Freitas."
His voice is the husky one she had heard when eavesdropping earlier. She pulls her hand back to her side.

"You're not from this pack, are you?" Davina asks.

His eyes widen shortly, surprised at her lack of respect, but he answers nonetheless, "No, I'm merely here for some negotiations. I'm the Alpha of Lúa, you may have heard of it once or twice."

Davina nods. A small smile pulls at his lips. She lifts her chin up, ignoring the fact that he is quite a bit taller than her.
"My name's Davina."

He chuckles at her posture and says, "and Davina, I am guessing you are mated to either the Beta or Delta?"

Something flashes through her eyes, a dangerous glint. Seeing this, his smile falters.

"Why would you assume that?"

"Because a member of no exceptional status should not even think of disrespecting an Alpha," he answers, voice clipped.

She hums, granting him a smile as her canines are evident.
"Amaro, don't worry, I'm sure you receive no lack of respect," she taunts as she voices his first name, an edge to her voice and a spark lighting in her eyes.

Something clicks in him.
"Would I be right to assume you're a MccRae?"

Davina nods, mischief still aflame in her gaze.

"How come your father kept us in the dark about you?" he asks.

She huffs, "those reasons are none of your concern, though your interest in me is... flattering."

Laughter rumbles up from his chest.
"Why, of course. The blood of an Alpha and a Mccrae together is a sight to behold."

Her expression doesn't stray from an emotionless statue. A shiver runs up his spine at the sight of her bottomless onyx stare and the sudden ghost of a smile, graceful yet cold her lips.

"Be careful with your words, Amaro. I am known to be dangerous."
Her words, slowly and carefully chosen, hang in the air like simmering mist, even when she brushes past him, disappearing inside.