Unchosen Luna

003

I forget the fact that I'm extremely drunk and I head down again to run in the same direction as her, letting my wolf take partial control of me to help me run faster and more accurately so I don't end up falling face first on the ground.

A couple of minutes later I find her running in between some houses. She's much faster than I expected, but I follow her without yelling or doing anything to let her know I'm behind her because I don't want her to do something like keep running all night long. I'm already very close to throwing up. A lot.

I just want her to get to her house or her brothel or wherever she's headed so she's trapped and has nowhere to run.

The thief's ankle suddenly buckles and she finally stops running, so I stop too, thankful for this little break.

I watch as she curses loudly and takes off the high heels she's wearing to start walking again. Slowly this time, and barefoot.

We walk for almost twenty more minutes until we're coming into the worst part of the pack, what used to be Hughmount. Now I'm sure she's headed to one of the strip clubs.

Fortunately, a short time later she approaches one of the tiny old houses and goes in there.

I approach as well, but I do not enter, I decide to peek through one of the windows and I can see some movement inside through the sheer curtain. There is a man in there.

“Oh, here you are. I hope you got something good,” he says.

"I didn’t," the Thief complains as she approaches the man sitting on a small couch, “Theodore Heiden f*****g showed up while I was in the house. Thanks for the heads up.”

"I was keeping an eye on Robert. What the f**k do I know what his crazy son does?" He snorts and gets up from the couch, swaying, "Tell me you stole something, my good girl."

"Hardly!" She spits and tries to say something else but the man suddenly raises his hand and lets a direct slap to her face. A growl starts deep in my chest, but I manage to stay in the same place.

"Don't talk to me like that. Tell me what you stole, show me," he demands. The girl stands very still for a couple of seconds but then starts to move and raises her hand where she is still holding my wallet.

I know this is the moment I should walk in, but something stops me. I don't know what it is, but I don't want to get her in trouble, I don't want that fat old man to hit her again, "f**k, just this?"

"Sister!" someone squeals suddenly, running towards her to hug her legs. The Thief forces herself to pretend nothing is happening and she even bends down to talk to the little boy who just arrived as the old man checks my money, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Buba," she replies, but looks up at the man again, "He has cash."

"Not enough. I was expecting a big hit tonight. But you’ve let me down once again," the man mumbles in annoyance and shakes his head, pulling out my bills before tossing my wallet onto the couch. Apparently, he didn't notice the ring, "I'm going out."

"Wait, give me some money," the Thief says, getting up and pushing the boy away from them, "I need to buy more food. You can't take it all."

"If there's no food, that's your f*****g fault!" he growls and raises his hand again to give her another slap, she just takes it without making a single sound, "Do you know how hard it is to raise you three pieces of s**t? All you do is eat and eat, there is never any food left! And you refuse to use the only good thing about you to get real money."

"Don't start this conversation in front of Beau," is all she says quietly, "Give me money, I'll get more within the week, I promise."

"f**k, you're a useless f*****g pain in the ass just like your mother. All you know how to do is take s**t from me," he growls, but he takes one of my fifty dollar bills and hands it to her, as if he didn't keep the rest of the five hundred dollars I had in there, "Make it stretch."

She stays silent, just watching as her father walks away from her and then out a back door.

"f*****g prick,” she mutters under her breath but then she sighs and a second later she shouts, happily: "Knox! Come here!"

I hear a door open and then another boy running towards her.

"Do you guys want pizza?" she asks with an excited tone and both kids squeal with happiness, breaking my cold heart into a hundred different pieces.

I can't even get mad at her for stealing from me, she looks like she actually needs the money. No one in my pack should be stealing because they need food. I should give them enough resources to have a better life, but it's impossible to negotiate with the Poor Ones.

I shouldn't call them that, but it's true. I recognize that man, Jackson Winters, he's one of the most complicated Poor Ones, he's always causing some ruckus.

I let out a sigh and shake my head.

I decide to come back later, I don't want to make this night even worse for that girl, who I guess isn't a stripper after all? I guess not. Whatever she is, I don't want to make trouble and I don't want the kids to hear something they shouldn't hear.

Anyway, I have to leave before someone recognizes me in this place and they try to come yell at me or start a damn political argument that I don't feel like putting up with tonight.

I run back home and when I'm in my room I throw myself on the bed and check my phone.

Isabella has been calling and texting me, asking if I'll sleep with her tonight.

My wolf lets out an annoyed growl that surprises me, but I just turn off my phone without answering and take off my clothes to fall asleep before the nausea returns.