Alexandra
I knew something would go wrong which was my exact reason for not going to fetch the human's blood myself.
I have waited personally for centuries to see the fall of the lycans. Because of them, we the werewolves were always sidelined. The rogues were worse, they saw us as nothing but infection to their territory.
I was only allowed to live with the rest of the pack because unlike the rest, I have been rogue from birth.
The rogues who were turned always got banished while the unlucky ones got killed especially if they committed any crime against the lycans.
Being a born rogue was never easy for me. I had to learn how to live like and relate with the normal wolves.
I had to learn to control my hunger for blood and flesh, my emotions, especially my anger and my heart. Despite the fact that I was a born rogue, there was still a possibility of the corruption spreading through my heart. If it does, I would become a complete rogue, I wouldn't be able to control myself and I would get banished.
My parents were killed by the former Luna. She couldn't control herself after going rogue so she killed them.
I was only a child so yes, it was hell for me. I couldn't accuse the Luna because I was rogue myself. If I had said anything against her, I would have been accused.
Lycans were much more, infact undeniably stronger and fiercer than the rest of the worlf specie. This feature always made it easier for them to hide anything they were going through, including the rogue corruption.
So, if I had reported the Luna, no one would have believed me instead, they all would have put the blame on me. I would have been accused of losing myself and murdering my parents.
So many times during my training, I would be locked up in a room with baby wolves and to pass the test, I had to resist harming the baby wolves.
I wouldn't have had to pass through any of those if the alpha had been merciful enough to get a witch doctor to make me a purifying antidote. Instead, he killed the only witch that could have ever made that possible.
Amigo was the only one I trusted to tell the truth concerning my parents's deaths.
Unlike other species of wolves, lycanthropes were the only ones born with supernatural powers. Some were born with two, others three and many one.
Luckily, Amigo was born with the power to read minds so, it was very easy for him to believe me.
He promised to help me expose the truth but of course, once a lycan, always a lycan.
We grew past our teenage years as best friends, then to adult hood but he never brought the truth into the open just as he had promised.
So, I decided to blackmail him, that way he would have no choice than to bring out the truth.
Unfortunately, my plan didn't go as strategized. He wasn't ready to give up his brother's blood, neither was he ready to bring out the truth.
I could have easily gotten his brother's blood without his permission with the help of the witch I was working with but I wanted to give him a choice.
I feel bad for not being given the opportunity to choose between being a rogue and being a normal werwolf, or even a lycanthrope.
I believe everyone deserves a choice so, I gave Amigo a choice but he was just too strong-headed. How could one sacrifice himself for someone that was still going to overlook your sacrifice and banish you?
I only corrupted Amigo out of love and anger. I had always loved Amigo, he was more than a best friend to me but all deep down, all of my love for him was nothing but mere fantasy.
The moon goddess had given him his mate, a position that I was supposed to hold if only I wasn't a rogue.
Since I couldn't have Amigo just the way he was, I decided to corrupt him and even if he never became mine after the corruption, his mate surely would never have him too.
Now all my plans had been jeopardized, I never got the human's blood, I probably would have to wait for a million more centuries to get the required blood and most importantly, I never got Amigo.
Those idiots I put in charge of the operation are nothing but failures who couldn't carry out a specific task.
I swear on my parents's graves, I am going to snap every single bone in their fucked up bodies.
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Mrs Smith
I was still preparing pancakes when Jack ran into the kitchen.
" Common baby I told you already to never run in the kitchen it's dangerous." I scolded him.
" Sorry Mommy, I'm just so happy about our visit to Khloe today." He replied looking remorseful but bubbly.
I could only smile at him.
Gosh, he so much reminded me of his father. In fact, both my kids reminded me of my husband especially Jack.
I was still in my fantasy world when the door bell rang out.
" That must be Michael" I said, taking out a box of chocolate milk.
"I'd get it!" Jack volunteered before dashing out of the kitchen.
" Hi champ, where's Mrs Smith" I heard Michael say from the living room.
" Good morning Mrs Smith." I heard him greet.
" Good morning Mike. How's your... Oh heavens." I was returning Michael's greeting when I looked up from what I was doing to see my daughter's best friend looking so horrible.
" Oh my gosh Michael. What happened to you? Did you not sleep well? Did your father come to the house to harass your mom again? Did Richardson return to drugs? Did you fail a test at school? Were you bullied?" I rushed my questions, unable to contain the uneasiness I felt seeing him look so sad and depressed with a swollen face and terrible eye bags.
" No Mrs Smith. It's nothing of that sort." He replied with a broken smile.
" Then what's the problem? This is definitely not what you really look like." I protested.
" I didn't want to disturb you but I think Khloe is in some sort of trouble." He said, wiping the tears that still poured from his eyes.
" What? What do you mean by that did...did she call? Or text?" I asked, turning off the burner and moving closer to him as if that was a better spot to get the full details of my daughter 'being in trouble'.
" No, she didn't." He replied, looking at his shoes as if avoiding my gaze.
" Then what, talk to me Michael!!" I screamed at him.
" The last time I came here to see her, Jack mistakenly put in one of her diaries into my bag. I was curious so, I went through it even before I got home. There was a particular sentence that attracted me. I tried reading it but it was written in a language I didn't understand. I had forgotten about it until this morning. I had this feeling that it was going to help make her project even better. Since we were visiting today I thought I could help and even sleep over to spend more time with her.Since it was written in her diary, she must know something about, a lot about. I didn't want to be a novice regarding the subject when we meet to discuss about it so, I decided to do a little bit of research. To my greatest surprise, I found something on the internet, I initially thought it was something made up. I went further to read the translated version but the words were blurred. Without touching anything, my phone went off and then came back on only to show a blank page, I heard a voice behind me saying help. I jumped in fear. It felt so surreal because I felt a breath on my neck. I looked at my phone and help was written on it. That was the very last page my phone displayed before burning on it's own." I listened to Michael say everything he said in shock.
Normally, anyone listening to what the kid was saying would call him insane but from my experience with Khloe's father, my husband, I knew that my daughter was in real trouble.
" I refuse to lose my family for another time. Let's go." I said sniffing before grabbing my car keys.