Devil sent

Nazareth POV I hadn’t realized how much it hurt until i tried to push myself off the floor. I could feel excruciating pain shoot through my body as I bite my tongue and stand up, which didn’t help with the pain as it only worsened with the feeling of blood pour out of the many fresh wounds that now covered my body. I look around and realize they dragged me back to my room.At the same time I could hear yelling coming from downstairs. But something was different.. there was a new voice I couldn’t recognize, a man’s voice and he sounded mad. I “transform” and tune in on my hearing trying to make out words. I don’t even know if I can classify it as transforming because all that happens is my ears start to get long and pointy, and my eyes turn from a midnight blue to a complete black with a white pupil, even my sclera turned black. I focus in and eavesdrop on their “conversation” The POLS (pissed off loan shark) was yelling at my mom as far as I could tell. POLS)WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT PAY ME BACK!? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY YOU OWE ME YOU b***h. Please don’t be like this! I promise we can pay you back, just give us a few days! DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD PAY ME BACK 10,000 DOLLARS IN A FEW DAYS!? Why did my parents owe him this much money?… what did they do… A million questions were rushing through my head like a wave flooding my mind, until a sharp knock came from my door. Yes? Not even a second later my door is almost ripped off the hinges from how hard it’s flung open that I barely have time to comprehend what happened. GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWNSTAIRS YOU EAVESDROPPING b***h! I’m suddenly dragged out of my room so fast I almost fall, with my body being bloody and badly battered from my previous beating. As I’m being dragged down the stairs the conversation between POLS and my dad gets clearer and i can make out what they’re saying without straining. When we make it to the living room I see my dad first then I finally see who the POLS is now. We stop walking and she lets go of my arm she used to drag me with which kinda hurts now. I notice a weird scent coming from the POLS and recognize it as a werewolf, a rouge to exact. Great just what I needed right now… I thought to myself. What if we offer you our daughter’s hand in marriage ! Never in my life did I think my parents could stoop so low……What do you say! My mother asked eagerly Well aren’t you a pretty thing~He said with a disgusting smirk on his face. At that moment I knew I only had one option. Run. I take off through the door as fast as I can and head for the trees thinking of what to do since I could hear the POLS running after me. I knew he would catch me so I thought of tricking him or hurting his legs… or just some way to mobilize him so I could get away. I look to my left and see one of my many old hiding spots I used to use to hide from my parents when I would get in trouble. I notice it’s an old tunnel I could fit through. With that, I make a sharp left and slide on the dirt floor of the forest and into the tunnel. I start to slide for a few seconds and get up and quickly start running again. I shift again, this time toning in on my nose to smell things better. I sniff around and notice there a backland up ahead and speed up. I know they would be able to sense my unwanted presence, but they would also sense his. Since he’s a rouge they would attack him which would give me the upper hand. I beelined it to the pack territory and speed up even more with all my strength. I could still hear POLS footsteps just slower now, realizing we’re in pack territory. He abruptly stop with my head facing back to see him I didn’t notice the person in front of me until I hit them. Well more like collided with them and sent us flying. After we stoped tumbling I start to get up but am quickly picked up and swung over their back like a sack of freaking potatoes! ???) You ok kid? That was one hell of a fall. What were you doing running from the rouge back there? Did you do something to him? Do you owe him money or something? The guy who has me swung over his shoulder is now bombarding me with questions to quickly to answer even if I wanted to. I remain silent while he keeps walking haven given up on getting answer from me. He stops walking suddenly but doesn’t put me down. Instead I hear the sound of doors opening and he started to walk again. I hear for shutting and panicking trying to get down ignoring the pain as more blood trickles down my body. He doesn’t let me go and adjusts his grip on me but not tightening it, which I find odd but don’t complain. He brakes the silence and starts to speak to me again ???) I’m not gonna hurt so relax a little will you? How do I know you’re not lying!? I don’t know you enough to know if you’re lying or not! I speak to him for the first time. ???) So she speaks! He exclaimed happily. I look around and guess we’re in a pack house though I’m not sure since I’ve never been in one only heard of them. It was mostly made of polished warm oak and red carpets, it smelled odd though. There was a lot of different scents from people. Old, new, bad, good. It overstimulated my senses so I plugged my nose which did help a little. I guess he noticed cause a seconds later he sat me down. I take a good look at him. He has a sharp jawline, narrow nose, sharp amber eyes, about 6’0ft exact, nice build with muscles but not so much that he looks stocky. ???) you done checking me out? I didn’t realize I was staring for so long a quickly look away. ???) Hey no need to give me the silent treatment! He sounded genuinely offended for some reason. I look up at him with a cold glare. Why did you kidnap me dickhead? I say casually. He looked taken aback at the question. ???) Hey I just saved you and you’re already calling me names! And why are you covered in blood? He said in a worried tone. I look at him with a blank face, and just zone out. He puts a hand on my shoulder at which I wince at by the pain it causes from my open wounds. He quickly takes his hand back. ???) Are you bleeding! He picks me up bridal style which doesn’t help with my wounds, and he quickly starts walking up some stairs and walks down a big hallway. We make it to a room with white double doors and the smell of rubbing alcohol hits me along with panic. I grip his shirt as hard as I could and look away from the door. He proceeds to walk in. The chatter that I could once hear immediately died down.