Chapter Five- Who was watching?
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Kane POV
“I saw him.”
The pack immediately went silent.
Yes, I love when people listen to me
I stood over the bodies, staring at the blood soaking into the ground.
The smell irritated me.
“I saw the bastard run,” I growled.
“Black clothes. Silver sword.”
One of the younger wolves frowned. “A hunter?”
I looked at him sharply.
“You got a better explanation?”
Silence.
Exactly what I like
I crouched beside the larger body first.
Kelvin.
Even dead, the i***t still looked
arrogant.
My jaw tightened.
For years I wanted his head myself.
An Alpha’s death meant power.
Respect and position.
" I wanted that." I shouted
And now some human freak took that from me.
A low growl escaped my throat.
“Damn it.”
One of the wolves stepped closer carefully.
“What happened here?”
I stood slowly.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
My eyes moved toward the second body.
Another wolf.
Torn apart badly.
The fight must’ve been brutal
The Hunter killed both himself.
Either way, none of it made sense.
Kelvin wasn’t weak.
If a human killed him…
Then this wasn’t normal.
I looked toward the darkness ahead.
Toward where the hunter escaped.
He was fast, too fast, almost unatural
That part bothered me most.
“Spread out,” I ordered.
“Search the area. I want tracks, scent trails—everything.”
Immediately they moved.
No hesitation.
That’s why I led hunts instead of
idiots like Kelvin.
I looked toward the nearby house briefly.
It was lights out, very quiet.
Probably humans sleeping through things they’d never understand.
Lucky for them
One of the wolves approached again.
“What about the bodies?”
I looked back at Kelvin.
Then spat beside him.
“Clean this mess up before humans show up.”
The wolf nodded instantly.
I started walking away before stopping again.
The image replayed in my head.
The hunter running into darkness.
Silver flashing, how his movement was sharp and controlled, no fear, experienced.
I was convinced he's the one that cut Matt's head off.
Which meant something worse.
My expression hardened.
I'm going find him and I'd rip apart myself.
Ross POV
The cut on my palm burned every time I flexed my fingers.
I kept my sleeve pulled lower over it as I leaned back in my chair, half-listening to the noise inside the classroom.
Mead High was always loud in the morning.
People yelling across desks.
Someone laughing too hard at something unfunny.
Music playing faintly from the back.
Normal.
Or at least what passed for normal here.
I stared at the window for a while before movement near the door caught my attention.
Amy.
She walked into class quietly, dark hair falling over one shoulder as usual.
Her eyes scanned the room briefly before stopping on me.
Then she smiled.
Small.
But real.
That strange tightness settled in my chest again.
I looked away first.
Bad decision.
Because a few seconds later, she was already standing beside my desk.
“You always sit alone?” she asked.
“Usually.”
“That sounds depressing.”
“I can make it worse if you want.”
That earned a soft laugh from her.
She sat down on the empty chair beside me without asking.
I noticed a few people staring immediately.
Mostly because nobody willingly sat near me unless forced to.
Amy rested her arm lightly against the desk before her eyes suddenly dropped to my hand.
The bandage around my palm had shifted slightly.
Her expression changed.
“What happened to your hand?”
I pulled my sleeve down instinctively.
“Door jammed it.”
She stared at me for a second.
Then one eyebrow lifted slowly.
“A door?”
“Heavy door.”
That made her laugh again.
“You’re a really bad liar.”
“I didn’t know you were investigating me.”
“I’m not,” she replied casually.
“You just look suspicious all the time.”
I leaned back slightly.
“That feels insulting.”
“It was meant to be.”
I shook my head lightly.
“You talk too much.”
“And you barely talk at all. So I think this friendship is balanced.”
Friendship.
The word felt strange coming from her.
Before I could respond, somebody dropped heavily onto the desk in front of us.
Jackson.
Loud mouth. Basketball player.
Annoying.
He looked between Amy and me before smirking.
“Well, this is surprising.”
Neither of us answered.
Jackson looked at Amy.
“How’d you even start talking to this guy?”
I stayed quiet.
Used to it.
But Jackson kept going.
“You know he’s basically the school loser, right?”
Amy blinked once.
Then looked at me.
Then back at Jackson.
And suddenly laughed.
Not fake laughter.
Real laughter.
Jackson frowned immediately.
Amy tilted her head slightly.
“That’s funny.”
“What’s funny?” Jackson asked.
“You acting like talking to him is illegal.”
A few people nearby laughed quietly.
Jackson’s expression tightened.
“I’m serious. The guy’s weird.”
Amy shrugged.
“So are most people here.”
That shut him up for a second.
I looked down slightly, hiding the faint smile threatening to appear.
Jackson noticed.
“Oh wow,” Amy said dramatically. “He actually
smiles.”
“I don’t smile.”
“You literally just did.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did,” she insisted.
Jackson looked irritated now.
Especially because neither of us cared enough to take him seriously.
He muttered something under his breath before finally walking away.
The moment he left, Amy leaned slightly closer.
“You know,” she said quietly,
“you’re a lot less scary than people make you sound.”
“I wasn’t trying to be scary.”
“That somehow makes it worse.”
I exhaled softly through my nose.
Then my eyes dropped briefly toward her necklace again.
The pendant rested against her collarbone.
Old.
Familiar.
Still bothering me more than I wanted to admit.
Amy noticed my stare immediately this time.
“You’re looking at it again,” she said softly.
I looked away.
“Just thinking.”
“Dangerous activity.”
That almost made me laugh again.
Almost.
A small silence settled between us after that.
Not awkward.
Just quiet.
Then I spoke without really thinking first.
“Did you notice anything unusual around your house this morning?”
She frowned slightly.
“Unusual?”
I nodded once.
She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head.
“No.”
Then she paused.
“Actually… it looked cleaner than before.”
Cleaner.
My jaw tightened slightly.
Too clean.
That meant somebody covered the tracks already.
Fast.
Organized.
Amy studied my expression carefully now.
“You ask really strange questions sometimes.”
“I know.”
“But weirdly… I don’t think you’re dangerous.”
That made me look at her properly again.
Because if she knew even half the truth—
she wouldn’t say that so easily.
The bell rang loudly before I could answer.
Students immediately started moving around us.
Amy stood slowly, adjusting her bag.
“I’ll see you around, mysterious door injury guy.”
I shook my head lightly.
“Terrible nickname.”
She smiled.
Then walked away.
But as I watched her leave— that feeling came back again.
Not scent.
Not instinct.
Pressure.
Like somebody watching too carefully.
I slowly turned toward the classroom window.
And froze.
Across the parking lot, near the school gate—
a man stood completely still.
Watching me.
Not Amy.
Me.
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