Cursed

Chapter 3:

My body slumped down to a cold tiled floor. It feels so strange, i feel so cold as if my fur suddenly lost its purpose- or i just lost my fur?

"Who are you?" his voice appear so far as he spoke.

"I-I'm Alastair-"

"Countless of wolves have died on your hands, old, young, women and men!" he spat, his eyes turning a black hole consuming the little sanity i had left in my mind.

"I-I--"

My wolf let out a restless howl. I could feel him scratching behind my throat.

"I could smell it in you" his eyes stare blankly at me. I'd never felt this small in my whole life, never been this ashamed. My tears fall down like loose faucet. What is this man doing to me?

"And their death will forever be imprinted on your hand, so disgusting!"

The burning flames on his voice started burning me up to ashes. My wolf wailed as a sharp pain shot right through my heart.

"W-Who are you?" i managed.

His eyes glazed like transparent glass on midnight. He's beyond mad but i could feel him being hesitant. He wanted to rip me into crumb, i know but he's not doing it.

He let out a low growl, leaning against my personal space. His scent stronger than before, intoxicating me with it. I started to feel light headed when he cleared his throat, my eyes shot open, only to realize that i was leaning on him, sniffing him like a dog. I could feel my face getting hot right at this moment. I can't believe this, this curse could be worse than i expected it to be.

"A trash like you don't have the right to know my name" he spat.

The mutt inside me howl like he was in great pain, greater than the pain inflicted by this man's words. Then he slam the door right on my damn face.

When my breath managed to still, i look around this small and empty room. There's nothing here, just a plain four corner room and a rag. Maybe dying on this room is sweeter than dying on top of broken branches and decaying leaves besides, i knew too well that i deserve this.

I curled myself on the rag laying in the farthest corner of this room, reminiscing those green eyes staring at me, she's soft- so soft that even dying right on her arms wouldn't be call as a bad thing.

"WAKE UP!"

I immediately shot and the bullet buried in my leg get the worse of me. I cringe at the pain. Never thought that this could be worse on my human body.

"Eat this"

His voice was way too warm for me to manage. My eyes suddenly shot up and confusion hover my mind. Why? Why give me food when he could just left me here and die? His jaw tightened as he glared at me. "Eat this" he spat.

The plate has two pieces of chicken thigh, few buttered vegetables, water and bottle of pills. I never had real food in recent hellish months so the mere sight of it made my stomach growl. I instantly indulge myself on it and only few moments later, this plate was never been this clean.

Honestly, in those moments, i forgot about this guy standing right at the door. His eyes stare at me with blank expression- so intimidating. I slowly lower down my head as i remembered his words.

"Tomorrow, i will bring you to our pack doctor to removed the bullet on your hind leg. Might as well be as obedient as you can be. Don't even try to escape cause you will never be able to. Just be cooperative and nothing bad will happen to you"

After he held the tray and give me a few medicine he walk towards the door.

"Why?" I managed. "Why would you do this? Why not just left me here to die or not just kill me instantly?"

I hear a sarcastic snort. In just a blink of an eye, he was leaning in front of me. Eyes burning with anger. "Kill you?" He laughed sarcastically. "As much as i wanted to i cant. I can't let you escape that fast- death is way too easy. I want you to live your cursed life remembering all those innocent souls you killed. Each one of them" he spat.

And i lost it.