The She-wolf Revenge

Chapter Five - Accepting the Wolf Within

Alice's POV

Mates? Destined together? What is this guy talking about? I can barely remember anything from last night. My head aches like hell and my entire body feels numb. Not to mention, I can not shake off the uneasy feeling. Why do I have blood on my hands?

The guy continues to rant about mate bonds, but I pay no attention to that. All of this is just driving me crazy and messing with my head. I need direct answers!

"Stop." I yell. I run a hand through my hair in frustration and mutter a cuss under my breath. Everywhere becomes silent, I notice how a concerned look appeared on his face. His short dark hair is messy, covering half of his face and his piercing green eyes feel like they are staring right into my soul.

I have to admit that he looks extremely gorgeous, his face lacks blemishes and his skin is perfectly toned. I hastily push away those thoughts and focus on my biggest problems.

"First off, I do not remember anything from last night. I only remember sneaking out of my house and attending my party. What happened right after that?" I asked, my heart racing extremely fast as I felt like I was about to hear the worst.

"Okay, well you arrived safely. Then you got furious over some guy kissing some random gi...." I interrupt him hastily by snapping my finger. "Alec." I mutter. I remember catching Alex cheating on me with some random girl. I remember getting angry over that, but Jake was there to calm me down.

"That is right. What about Jake? He would never allow a stranger like you to take me away." I said.

"I guess Jake must be the guy that offered you beer at the party." He trailed off. I nodded my head in agreement. I remember that. I also remember Jake taking me up the stairs, but I can not recall anything after that. My head aches as I try to relieve memories.

"He is dead." This guy suddenly blurts out. I stagger backward in shock at his news and then my gaze settles on my bloody hands. Perhaps this is Jake's blood? I shake my head in disbelief and push away every wild imagination that flows into my head.

"Your first transformation is tonight. It is usually very bloody, your bloodlust is at its peak and, since this is your first transformation, you could get triggered by anything and hurt someone." Gran Gran's words slowly replied in my head.

I continue to shake my head in disbelief as I bite my lower lip to hold back the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes. Memories from last night begin to resurface. I suddenly remember slitting Jake's throat with my claws. I place my hand over my mouth to block the noise that threatens to escape from my lips.

I killed him? I killed Jake? Jake died in my hands? I slump to the floor and break down into tears. I should have listened to Gran gran! I should have listened to Rowan.

"What have I done?" I buried my face in my palms and cried my eyes out completely. Why did I kill Jake? He was innocent, he did nothing to deserve this! Can I even blame it on my first transformation? Or on my own stupidity?

I suddenly felt warm hands settle on my back. I looked up, and my eyes looked at the familiar pair of green eyes. His hands reach for my face, and he wipes my tears off. "It is not your fault." He says. His voice is soft and, for some weird reason, I feel reassured.

"Jake tried to r**e you. It was your own way of defending yourself," he says. Jake tried to r**e me? Yes! I suddenly remember how he had fed me with so much alcohol and how he tried to force himself on me.

Still, I feel guilty. Jake did not deserve any of that. He should be alive, but thanks to my disobedience and stubbornness, he is gone.

"Is there anything I can do to bring him back? As a werewolf, can we resurrect people from the dead?" I asked, my voice is laced with desperateness. I realize that I have acknowledged the fact that I am a werewolf. With everything that has happened, there is no reason to doubt it anymore.

The guy shakes his head. "No, there is nothing you can do to bring Jake back. But there is something you can do to stop others from dying at your hands. You are a werewolf, your bloodlust is going to be at its peak, even worse on a full moon, but I can help you. As your mate, I can guide you and help you learn control," he says.

I sigh heavily. This is too much to take in. I barely understand what a mate means aside from the fact that we are destined to be with each other. This attraction that I feel towards him, I wonder if it also has something to do with the mate bond we share. I seem to blindly fall for everything he says, I trust him.

"I am Stephen, Alpha of the Wolfhaven pack. I got a revelation from the Moon goddess a week ago that you and I are mates. Ever since then, I got to learn about your life, your grandparents, your twentieth birthday and that was how I was at your party. We attend the same college too. I only mean good, allow me to help you," Stephen said.

I can trust him, I know I can trust him because something about him feels good. My instincts are telling me that he is the only person that can help me fit into this world of werewolves.

I gulp a lump down my throat as I slowly nod my head in agreement. "My name is Alice, you probably already know that since you have been watching me." I mutter.

Stephen looks like he is about to reply, but the door suddenly flies open wide, revealing a young man around our age.

Something about this man feels fishy, and I feel like I might have just walked right into a trap.