Mrs Smith
"Oh no, oh no, oh no." I sang as I fell to the wooden floor pulling my hair, with my face buried in between my knees.
We had searched the cabin, Michael had even offered going into the woods but I declined.
Khloe was no where to be found. I went through her belongings and her running outfit was missing. She must have gone for a run and then gotten traced home to be killed.
I couldn't even come to a specific picture of what I think happened. There were different speculations in my head. The only thing we found was a partly broken cabin with mud, and blood inside of it, especially at the center of the dining area. There was a bloody knife lying on the mat. That particular area of the cabin was mostly covered in blood. Khloe must have been murdered there.
" It's okay ma'am. We'd find her." Michael said, consoling me as he knelt down beside me to hug me.
I was too weak to say anything. Tears flowed continually from my eyes as different imaginations of how Khloe was killed flooded my mind.
Somewhere far away from the knowledge man; The Infinite Nightcrawlers werewolf pack.
Jail Ground.
Khloe
"Ah!" I screamed in pain for the umpteenth time.
I was too dazed to have given him a reply. His voice was so possessive, I felt like I was in a trance merely listening to it.
He got so mad at my muteness that he ordered a huge prison guard to whip me fifty times.
The pains I felt doubled when I was set free from the chains.
Yes, I was being flogged with chains all over me. I felt like the pains increased with every whip. My clothes were torn into nothing already, I knew it.
I was still made to kneel after receiving my punishment. I heard light sounds; must be my blood dropping to the floor. I felt like my head would fall off with the pains the heavy iron collar that I was still wearing inflicted on me.
" Aaaah!" I screamed even louder when I felt someone drag my hair with great force.
" Let this be the very first and the last time that you ignore my question. Do you get that." He said looking into my face.
I couldn't take his description since the whole of my face was covered in blood but I could still feel his hot, mixed with cold breath on my face.
" Mm-hmm." I muttered, shaking my head vigorously.
" Words human, I need you to speak words me." He said, slightly pulling my hair.
" Yes, ah! Yes I would..ne...never ignore your questions. I'm sorry sir" I stammered.
" Good. Jamal!" He called out, forcefully letting go of my hair.
" Alpha." That must be Jamal.
" Chain her up and put her back in her position." He ordered before marching out of the room; I couldn't see him but I could hear his footsteps fade away.
The Jamal guy jerked me up with full force and began chaining me up.
Were all werewolves this strong or was I just a weak human?
Derrick
I don't know why but I just couldn't bring myself to Killing her on the spot when I found her beside Amigo's dead body.
The pack's Delta suggested a thorough investigation on Amigo's death. Amigo was way too powerful to be killed by a mere human. She must have gotten help from someone, someone who was also a member of our pack.
I smelled a werewolf when I stepped into her prison room but it wasn't definite so I decided to ask her of whom she was speaking with.
I got so mad when she ignored my question so I decided to punish her. Just because investigations were still on doesn't mean I still couldn't punish her.
Even if it takes a decade to get to the root of Amigo's death, I was ready to see the human girl go through hell for Killing my only family left.
She was going to pay, I was going to make her pay for making me a lonely alpha.
Writer's POV
All these while, only Derrick felt anger toward Khloe. His wolf, Kodiac felt sobber. Sobber for having to see Khloe in such a state of pity and pain.
It howled continuously but Derrick was too angry about his brother's death to have noticed anything.
Meanwhile, Alexandra had gotten to the witches' coven to inform them of the latest development of the pack.
Still at the cabin
Michael
I really wanted to leave this damn cabin right now and return home to call on the cops. At the same time, I also wanted to go into the woods in search of Khloe but considering the fact that this was my first time in a place like this, I'd remain with Mrs Smith.
Why was life so unfair to me?
First it took my father's love away from me, then my mother's happiness, my family's bond and now my best friend?
Even though I had done a pretty good job by hiding my feelings from Khloe all these years, I still couldn't lie to myself. I had always loved her right from the very first time I saw her in grade seven.
Our friendship started off at a rough side until I found out that she wasn't a lesbian as rumored.
I had been to several psychologist just to get rid of my feelings for Khloe but all my effort proved abortive. I let fear get the best of me but I am ready to change all of that.
I am ready to fight to get Khloe back and I must have her back alive.
I am ready to go to the ends of the earth to search for her. Whatever comes my way; mortal or immortal, I am ready to fight it with the last strength in me.
I am ready to fight gods if that is what it takes to get to see and confess my love to Khloe.