Nova

Little Psycho

Trigger Warning: This chapter includes Gore

Nova's POV:

We all change into our human forms, much to my dismay. I hadn't ran like that since I was 13, which was 7 years prior, so of course it was emotionally hard for me to shift back.

We stood in the forest naked, shivering as the late night winds cling to our soft skin. There was a lot to discuss, and the sooner it was done, the sooner I could get back to the Crescent Moon Pack.

I find myself walking over to a small collective group of a females. They were congratulating my previous ECT doctor for her work in helping infiltrate the northern testing facility.

I couldn't help but shoot her a warm smile, which earns me a bow of respect from not only her, but the other females in the group.

"Thanks again for getting me out of there." I state, appreciatively. "How did you do it?"

"It was all Nadia's idea." She glances over at a woman, who was chatting it up with some other members. Authority oozed from her, which put my wolf on edge.

Upon hearing her name, Nadia looks over at us, starting for our little group. Most of the females backed away, congregating elsewhere, but I stand my ground.

"Easy tiger." She chuckles, patting me on the back.

"Who the f**k does she think she is?" Celeste snarls in annoyance.

"I think she's Nadia." Craze absentmindedly retorts.

"I heard you guys talking about me." She spoke up, breaking the tense silence.

"Yeah. I was just explaining to her how it was your idea for the rescue."

"Ah, I see. Would you like to explain to her how we executed everything, Jocelyn?"

"No, you can, seeing as you're the mastermind." Jocelyn chuckles, before waving us off and heading towards the rest.

"I'll keep it short and to the point. We have a lot we need to talk about tonight."

"Indeed." I agree, going quiet as I await Nadia's explanation.

"When we heard of your existence, from one of my informants in Alpha Reagan's pack, I was shocked and bewildered. At the time, my group of 14 females and I, knew we had to get to you somehow. So I sent some spies out to keep watch of your whereabouts. It was tricky seeing as we couldn't quite get close enough to you." Nadia paused, with a small frown, before continuing, "When you were relocated to the northern testing facility, everything practically fell into our palms. They had recently hired one of my most trusted friends, Jocelyn, to be a doctor there. She made sure to keep us updated about your well-being."

"Why did it take you 7 years?"

"We had to increase our numbers and get more support. It was hard, but once I personally explained to them about you, they seemed more convinced."

"I see."

"Now onto more pressing things."

"Such as?"

"We need you to go undercover in the Lupus Nocturnis Pack." I couldn't help but gulp at the very mention of that name. They were notorious, fearless, deadly. Every adjective that screamed dangerous. "You have to get close to their Alpha, then kill him. It'll show packs across these lands, that this rebellion is not to be taken lightly."

"I don't think, you thought this through." I state, covering up my nervousness. "Once killing their Alpha, his pack will be in uproar. They'll murder me."

"No, they won't. They'll fear you."

"I don't know. How would I even get close to him?"

"Simple. One of the females here, Ava, lives within his pack. Apparently he visits the local strip club frequently, so there, you will 'accidentally' bump into him. Seduce his desperate ass, get close, then kill him."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then good luck dealing with the Supernatural Council by yourself, because they will be back for you. "I groan out, before nodding much to my dismay.

"This is the right thing to do." Celeste states.

"Imagine all the power and respect we'll get when we take down the Alpha of the Lupus Nocturnis Pack." Craze howls in approval.

"When do I go?" I ask aloud.

"In 3 weeks time." Nadia smiles innocently over at me. "The sooner we get you into that strip club, the sooner we get this plan in motion."

"How will I get into his pack undetected?"

"Ava will explain to anyone who grows suspicious, that you two are distant cousins, and you've decided to visit her."

"Ok."

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The whole car ride to Lupus Nocturnis was full of small talk. Ava was a miniature me, stubborn and witty. We hit it off almost instantly, and for a moment I didn't feel so lonely. It was like I was understood, the real me at least.

Ava not only had an impact on me, but also Craze and Celeste. They both felt the need to protect her, and it made my heart swell.

"...And then the motherfucker tried to kiss me, with his halitosis. I was suffocating myself, refusing to breathe because his breath was so hot and stinky on my face." She said seriously. I broke out in laughter unable to contain myself. "How can you laugh, I was about to commit suicide by self suffocation." She groans out.

"Ava you're something else." I manage to compose myself eventually.

"Tell me one of your most embarrassing moments."

"Well I was 13 still clinging to my stuffed teddy bear." A blush creeps onto my face as I remember the bear my mother had left behind for me.

"What happened to it?"

"I gave it to a trusted friend of mine, Katerina. I knew she would take care of it."

A comfortable silence fell upon us, before she speaks up again, "His name is Eros. The alpha of this pack. He's not to be taken lightly, Nova. He's dangerous."

"So am I." I state lowly.

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Once we pull up to the club, I hop out of the car. Ava wanted to tag along but I told her to get some rest, the car ride had been long. After some convincing she finally agrees, rolling the seat back and closing her eyes.

I enter the building, and to my surprise it was well-decorated. Chandeliers hung over each stage, the tile was nicely waxed, and every surface polished. Lights brightened up the place everywhere, disorienting me, but I ignore them walking up to a bartender.

"Where's the manager?" I speak, as I eye the 2001 bottle of scotch. He notices my gaze and pours some into a small glass, sliding it down to me, before replying.

"On the house, gorgeous." He smirks down at me, and I return his smile. "Mr. Sham is in his office, I can mind-link him and get him over here."

"Please." I watch as his eyes gloss over, while he goes completely quiet.

"He's on his way." I thank him, gradually brushing my palm over his hand.

"No, just no." Celeste groans

"I think he'd make a nice victim." Craze explains.

"Victim! Huh?" Cel asks concerned. "You're absolutely f****d in the head."

"Guys I'm trying to practice my seduction. Don't look too much into it."

I let out a low growl, as I feel someone's hand wrap around my waist. I look over to see a short man, in his late 50s, holding onto me.

"You needed to speak to me, Miss?"

I stand up, brushing his hand off me, subtly. "Yes, I'd like a job here."

Giving me a crooked smile, he responds, "How good are you at pole dancing?"

"I've never done it."

"Ah, I see. Waitressing?"

"Sounds easy. Is there a dress code I need to follow?"

"A lacy, silver bra and pair of panties, secured to it, a gold garter belt and black lengthy fishnet." He looks at my ass, non discretely. "You'd look amazing in it."

I grimace in disgust, before politely turning to him. "When do I get started?"

"Next week, I can interview you, then determine if you qualify for this job."

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As days go on, I find myself more restless. Celeste had been pacing back and forth in my mind and Craze was more psychopathic, than usual.

Ava tried her best to distract me, with her stories of failed relationships and ex lovers. They were fascinating, but gave little reassurance to the task at hand.

"Hey, are you almost ready for the interview Nova?" Ava's voice redirects my attention from my makeup. I had finished my mascara and eyeliner, pressing on my fake black eyelashes, before lathering my lips with a dark crimson lip stick. After my freshly stained lips had dried, I apply a clear gloss to them, causing my mouth to pop.

"Just about." I throw on the lingerie, much to my disapproval, and step out of the restroom.

"Wow." Ava examines every nook and cranny of my body, nodding her head in admiration. "You fit in it so well."

"I feel naked." I scoff, a bit irritable about my attire.

Grabbing a coat, I hop in the car, followed by Ava.

"What do you think you're doing?" I eye her, before shaking my head. "You're like 16-17. No place for you in a strip club."

"I can pass as an 18 year old."

"Get your ass inside the house." Her bottom lip puffs out as it quivers, and I can't help but feel a tinge of guilt. "Fine, but you stay away from the bar and the creeps." I left absolutely no room for discussion.

"Ok."

Entering the club, I'm met with the familiar aroma of sweat and booze. Bodies were dancing alongside one another, as men's eyes were trained on the pole dancers.

My eyes latch onto my future manager's, and he greets me with his signature crooked smile. Gesturing for me to join him in the vip section, I force my feet to move towards him.

"Let her in." He speaks in his rugged Italian accent. The two guards blocking the entrance, part way, and I take a seat on the satin chair next to his leather couch. "Take your jacket off." It was more of a demand, and it didn't sit well with Celeste. She was clawing to assert her authority, but I manage to reign her in much to her disliking.

"We can't create a scene." I mentally roll my eyes.

"The minute this pack belongs to us, he'll get his piece. "

"And when he gets it, he'll be begging for death, but his pleads will fall on deaf ears." Craze carelessly adds.

"I said take your jacket off." His voice disrupts me from the conversation in my head, and I find myself slipping my coat off. "Good girl."

"We might be a werewolf, but I'll be damned if he thinks he can treat us like a dog."

"Celeste remember why we're even here." She sighs inwardly, before laying down and resting her face in her paws. "Thank you."

I glance throughout the club, my eyes landing on a small group of guys surrounding Ava. She was smiling, oblivious to their true intentions, but I knew them all too well.

"Ok shall we start the interview?" I nod, my eyes lingering on my mini me. "Have you ever waitressed before?"

"Yes." Sure the only time I waitressed was back when I was 10, play pretending to own my own restaurant, but he didn't need to know all that.

"So you have experience?" I nod, allowing the fallacy to continue. "And you're how old?"

"22." The lies wouldn't stop. I couldn't help it. The deeper he pried, the more I felt the need to cover up my identity.

"What could you bring to the team?"

"Leadership."

"How do you deal with frustrating costumers?"

"Well I'm quite the levelheaded person. I'd give them my respect and try to reason with them. If the situation escalates, I'll grab a manager."

"Very smart."

Scanning the room once again, I notice Ava heading for the restroom. I wasn't all too worried, until I caught one of the guys at her table, slipping something into her drink.

I brush pass the guards without a word, stalking towards the men as if they were my prey. They look me up and down with lustful eyes and I smile over at them.

"So you think it's ok to spike unknowing women in a club?" A low growl vibrates through my chest, as I slap the drink onto the floor. "You're f*****g vile, and revolting, and I wish nothing but pain and treachery on you."

"Ay beautiful, keep your voice down. You're causing a scene." One of the males speaks up, hesitant at first before regaining his confidence.

"You want me to lower my voice!?" I laugh cynically. "You want me to stay quiet, like the rest of these bums, and idly watch you drug a female? A child at that? Nah! f**k you! f**k your friend group! And f**k everyone in this club!"

"Hey! What's going on here?" Mr. Sham grabs me roughly by my forearm, giving me a tight squeeze as to discourage me from my rant.

"Your waitress threw my friend's drink on the floor, all because he was trying to have fun with some w***e of a female."

"w***e?" I repeat. My voice no longer sounding like my own. It was animalistic, primal to an extent. I was trembling, rage and disgust evident in my body language.

"She was wearing the skimpiest clothes, practically begging to be raped." Another of the males had chimed.

"You think clothes equal consent?" I could feel Celeste licking her lips, ravenous for blood, their blood, and who was I to deny her it? I sink back into the darkness of my mind, closing my eyes.

Except instead of Celeste taking over, Craze had managed to beat her to it.

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Craze's POV:

I continue to hum a catchy tune aloud, as he pushes his back against the wall, sobbing. "P-please d-dont kill me. I-it was a joke."

"I know baby." I bend over, cradling him in my arms, repeatedly kissing his forehead. Sweat was stained all across his face, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "It was just a joke." I repeat calmly.

"L-let me go."

"How about we make a deal?" I smile standing to my feet, helping him up. Letting out a painful shriek, he falls back to the floor. It had totally slipped my mind that his leg was broken. The fibula was snapped and subtly peeking out through his skin. "Hey stay with me!" I slap him a few times, noticing him beginning to drift out of consciousness.

He breaks into a hysterical fit of tears, which earns him a growl of disapproval. "Please don't hurt me!"

"Shut up!" He ignores my demand, crying even louder. "Shh!" I grip the silver knife in my hand tight, as I tug hard on my hair. "QUIET!"

I reach for his throat, squeezing it hard, which earns a gasp from my victim. In a swift movement, I reach into his mouth grabbing his tongue with a firm grip. Taking my other hand, I bring the blade to his mouth and slice the muscular organ clean off.

His eyes widen, as blood dribbles down the side of his mouth profusely. In an instant he's covering the freshly inflicted wound with his hands, sobbing into his palms. Except his muffled cries seemed to be quieter.

"Ok, now that you're not as loud, would you like to hear the deal?" He shakes his head, causing me to chuckle to myself. "Then I'll end you now." The suggestion itself made him frantically scoot back into the wall again. "Ok here's the deal: I'm going to ask you to do three things, upon completion I won't kill you."

He nods, which brings a smile to my lips. "Which of your little r****t friends was your favorite?" The question took him a bit off guard, but he points at one of the brutally mangled corpses on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I want you to crawl over to him, use this knife and skin his face off. You'll repeat this with every one of your friends. Then you're going to wear their skin on your face, until I tell you to take it off." I drop the knife and without hesitation he starts for his dead friend.

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An hour had past when he finally finished the skinning. It was a messy heap of blood, but that only added to the excitement.

"Put it on." Tears were streaming down his cheeks. What a pitiful attempt to get my mercy. "Since you want to be like them so bad! r****g and taking advantage of unknowing victims!!"

He starts to layer the flesh onto his face, muffled cries escaping through the opening in his lips. I inhale calmly, the smell of death and fear looming overhead, "Are you ready for the second request?"

I take his silence as a 'yes.' "Take the knife, and carve the letters: R-A-P-I-S-T into your arm. I want it deep enough for me to see the bone."

He points the end of the blade towards his wrist, plunging it into his flesh. Blood drips from his hand, into two solemn puddles below.

I stroll over to the bar, grabbing a glass cup, then walking back, I place it under his wrist. Blood begins to fill it. "Good boy."

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After 20 minutes of supervising his self branding, I nod in approval. He was turning pale, and his eyes lacked focus as he went in and out of consciousness.

"Now use your blood to write 'IT WAS A JOKE' 10 times on the wall. When you're done you're free to leave." I smirk.

In a haste, he takes the cup from my hand, and crawls over to the wall. "Stand while you do it." He looks back at me, then down at his broken leg. "Did I stutter?"

Climbing helplessly to his feet, he begins to dip a finger into the red liquid, then smear it on the wall. I find myself laughing every time he cries out from the agony in his leg.

In the middle of writing the saying, for the 7th time, he collapses to the ground. I saunter over to his body, pressing two fingers up to his wrist. No pulse.

"N-Nova?" Her voice was nothing more than a mere whisper.

"Craze." I'm quick to correct, turning around and scouting out Ava.

"Wh-what?"

"My name is Craze."

"That explains your eyes. Although I've never seen a wolf with purple irises." I glance over at a glass cup, looking at my reflection. She was right, my eyes were purple.

"I'm not a wolf." I fix up my clothes, trying my best to get rid of the blood on my lingerie.

"Then what are you?" I pause, standing still for a moment as I ponder her question. What am I?

"I don't know."Walking over to the window, I spot a couple of men starting to form a line around the entrance and exits of the club. "Who are they?"

Ava comes up, alongside me, mumbling a string of cuss words. "Pack warriors." Without any hesitation she pulls me towards the back exit. "We might be able to make it out." Even after I've slaughtered some of her den-mates, she insists on protecting me. Why?

"Ava stop." I pull away abruptly before heading back for the "Let me think."

"You don't get it. Eros is coming. He's going to kill us." I could hear the distress in her voice.

Unlike Ava, I wasn't afraid of death. When my time comes I'll welcome it with open arms. And for that reason, and that one alone, I was truly untouchable.

I push through the front door, acknowledging each warrior with a smug smirk. "Hi boys." They all tense, as an dominating presence surrounds us.

The smell of rain and fire overcomes my entire being, and I feel myself succumb to the aroma. My heart begin to beat rapidly against my rib cage.

"Eros is here." The words escaped from Ava's mouth, bringing me back from my haze. I hadn't even realized that she was standing behind me.

"You come onto my territory and slaughter 5 of my pack members." His voice rugged, as he lets a loud growl bellow from deep within his chest. "Kill them."