She's Human but Alpha Wants Her Back.

Episode Eighteen

Rea

"No Damien! You can't do this."

He watched me with a devil's intent, smirking

"Untie him! Bring him up." Damien ordered with a grim tone, rolling the sleeves of his robe up before gripping to himself and pulling me alone with him.

"Don't do this please." I begged him, sobbing as he pulled me along with him, whatever I was pleading for, I wasn't sure yet. Whether it was for Andy to be pardoned, or that he shouldn't make me do it—get rid of Andy or that we both should be freed—I didn't know I just knew pleading was all I had to do in a moment like this.

Andy groaned in pains the moment he was untied and made to stand erect, his eyes were half-lidded and exhausted as he managed to stare at Damien who now had a cruel smirk on his face like he personally enjoyed the near-dying look on Andy's face. Yes he did.

Andy's who was now bleeding from his nose and mouth struggled to stand on his own, Damien's eyes on the other hand held a dark, wicked victory, a reminder the he wasn't joking about destroying any human who dares to invade his territory.

"Just spare him! Let him go." My voice was breaking as I sobbed, tears burning my cheeks.

"I let you watch as much as you wanted, didn't I?" He dark gaze held me as tears streamed down my face "I'm warning you Rea." he said clutching my cheeks a little tighter, rage radiating in his gaze. "Don't you ever try to act f*****g smart with me again."

"I'm sorry If I had to go against your orders." I replied, eyes brimming with sorrows. "I'd do anything you ask now. I'd be more careful from now on, I promise."

"What did you say you wanted again?" He asked with a sneer. "A wolfsbane?" A low, menacing laughter rumbled from his chest, his grip still around my wrist.

Andy groaned in response.

"You could have stolen it anyway, Rea." He narrowed his gaze as it zeroed on me." You don't seem to realize the kind of trouble you've walked into... or how dangerous I can be."

I swallowed hard, scared for my life, Andy's safety and even for the safety of the entire human kind. Whoever crosses the Darkclaws for whatsoever reason at all, be it mistakenly or intentionally had better come prepared. When Dad warned about the consequences of invading the wolf's pack, I really never understood what he meant back then, until I had to face it myself.

Damien is more dangerous than I was warned about.

Alpha Damien signaled his men for a sword, which he handed over me.

I hesitated for a moment, scared to accept the sharp blood-soaked object, as I stared at him with defiance, still sobbing. Why was he handing it over me. That wasn't even a question, Damien didn't look like he had so much time to wait for me to decide whether to accept it or refuse it.

"It's time Rea." He looked at me with a cruel intensity. "It's time to say goodbye."

I stared at him wide-eyed, stunned and trembling, as if my worst nightmare was about to become reality.

"The last man lives!" He commanded, "let him go tell the others what he saw."

The last man in question had been breathing through a transparent bag for over thirty minutes, I feared he was still breathing by now.

Andy took a deep breath, finally awaiting his execution while I on the other hand, couldn't hide the despair threatening to consume me whole, tears streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably face as I watched Andy from where he stood helplessly. I refused to accept the sword, I couldn't get myself to do it. So alpha Damien's anger grew thin, like a rubber band stretched to its limit until it got to it's breaking point and snapped. His jaw clenched and his eyes radiated so much fury, my heart lurched so hard watching the expression on his face. He tossed the knife aside.

"I think this is better." He said to me, signaling a furious blood-hungry wolf to finish Andy off.

"No!" I cried.

Too late!

Andy fell to the ground the moment the knife was pressed into his chest, with his eyes still open and staring helplessly at me, he died, leaving me alone with the wolves, except that the last man—whom I hadn't even seen his face—was still on the ground, gasping for air.

According to Damien, he'd be the luckiest man amongst his peers. Although he'd gotten his own share of humiliation and terror; he had witnessed his fellow men's execution even though he was in a situation that could end his life too.

Even now, the sight of the other three men's lifeless body on the ground still haunted him. His body shuddered weakly, I'm sure he feared for his own life too, or he must have given up already and embraced the ultimacy of death as his fate.

One of the brutes too the plastic bag covering his face and restricting her air flow off, revealing his true face.

Bruce!

I gasped, covering my mouth to suppressed the sob that could have exploded if I wasn't fast enough.

Bruce was also a close friend of Dad. He was a hunter as well and was perfectly a professional when it came to hunting. He was aware of the consequences as well as risks involved in crossing the pack borders, but he still ventured into the journey because he needed to save a friend's daughter's whose life was in danger.

I couldn't help but feel the raw, intense and emotional weight of guilt pressing down on me like a lead block. I couldn't help but feel responsible for their doom. Dad's friends who had come in search of me were wasted as though their lives worth nothing—while I stood and watched helplessly like a fool whose hands were tied by the invisible chains of powerlessness.

Bruce's breath came sharp, and frantic the moment he gained freedom of breath. He inhaled the chilled late morning's air like he was reminding his lungs how to function again. His eyes fluttering weakly in terror as he drew in deep breaths. His chest rise and falling frantically like the only strength left in him was now used to draw in air, perhaps to sustain him for a while since he doesn't know what the alpha plans to do with him next.

Damien who had been grinning triumphantly like a warrior who had successfully defeated the enemies, spoke. "Get up young man!."

Bruce who looked haggard and wasted managed to stand on his own, probably awaiting his own execution. His eyes were filled with horror.

Damien pulled me forcefully along with him as he strode slowly and at a predator's pace to where bruce stood unsteady on his feet. I on the other hand was too scared to let out the sorrows in my heart because I was too careful not to set him off with my heaving sobs.

I stared at Bruce with madness in my eyes although a part of me was glad that he'd walk out of the Darkclaws alive.

Bruce hadn't spoke a word yet, the pity in his eyes when he looked at me was enough to tell me everything he wanted to say.

Damien approached Bruce until they were almost inches apart. Bruce shuddered violently under Damien's gaze, the way a prey does when he knows his predator was watching and there's no where to run or hide. I stood quietly behind Damien even though his grip around my wrist was tight enough to have me crumpling from the pain.

"This." Damien pointed at Andy and the other two lifeless bodies at the corner. "This should be enough I guess. Enough to make you see how bad I hate I hate trespassers."

Held still by anguish and consumed by fear Bruce couldn't endure the sight of his peers' discarded lifeless bodies.

"I don't forgive trespassers and I want you to carry this warning to others." Damien said with a quiet and deadly tone.

What's next for me?

I guess it's time to play dirty!