"You don't like me, you have no name, and obviously, you aren't going to give me any answers. I'm fucking tired of getting dragged left and right by people who want to protect me or kill me, so it'd be nice if you could fucking decide between being an asshole and being sorry for me!"
He looks like I just slapped him. Well, at least, that is satisfying. I feel like crap, and I am in no mood to indulge Mr. Death Glare any longer. As I said, I'm fucking done. I just ran across the city to get hit by an invisible wall and meet a jerk who isn't willing to say anything unless I crawl in the mud. I don't even know why I was so desperate to follow this guy. None of this makes sense, and I feel even crazier than before. And damn bitter too.
I hear him sigh.
"...Liam."
"What?"
"My name. It’s Liam Black."
I frown. ...Liam Black, like one of the Black Brothers? Did Kelsi say there were three of them? I stay speechless for a second. I'm tired, and not sure I just understood that right. That guy looks just a bit older than me, not old enough to be some businessman like his older brothers, whatever their names were. So there's a third brother, and that's him? Isn't he part of the other clan, then, not Selena's? Why was he watching me?
He glances sideways, and I can tell he wants to leave. I'm surprised he's even still here when he obviously would rather be anywhere else. I’m shivering, cold, and pretty much fed up with this guy. He’s standing there, avoiding looking at me, yet still there. I frown and keep my arms tight around me. I’m so damn cold, dirty, and exhausted. I sniffle.
“Why do you hate me so much?” I ask.
It’s the one thing I just don’t get. The other werewolves don’t like me, but they don’t hate me, at best. This guy is clearly strongly opinionated already, and he said he doesn’t even know me! He looks a bit stunned by my question and finally looks back at me. At least, his valid eye does? Damn, he’s really attractive. Our eyes lock for a few seconds, and once again, my heartbeat goes erratic. Despite the horrible state I’m in, a wave of heat rises from within. I don’t understand what the hell it is with this guy that makes me so crazy like this.
Moreover, he seems to be… as conflicted as I am. I see him gasp as if looking at me was giving him the same insane feeling. What the heck is this?
“I don’t…” he says.
However, he doesn’t finish his sentence, leaving the two of us hanging stupidly. He doesn’t what? Hate me? If so, can’t he just freaking say it? I'm already feeling like enough of an idiot as it is! Running after some random werewolf guy who doesn’t know what he wants?
“Why did you help me?” I ask again.
My tone is more accusatory this time, but he’d better not throw a fucking half-answer at me again. I see him frown a bit, despite the rain dripping down his forehead, and he shakes his head.
“I sensed something was happening, so I came, that’s it.”
How did he feel a stupid mob going nuts over a witch? I’m done. I agitate my hands, but I can’t even bother to light up a flame when I’m drenched like this, it makes no sense. I turn around, annoyed. He’s not letting me follow him or giving me answers either. I’m done here.
“Where are you going?!” he yells.
“Why do you care, you were the one running away!”
“You–”
“Anyway, just come and find me when you feel like talking instead of acting like a jerk!”
Just like that, I walk away. I’m so fed up with that guy, these crappy days, and all the half-answers or truth-bomb questions everyone has been dropping on me all day!
I resist glancing back to see if he follows me, and look around for a place to shelter myself from the rain. It's a downpour here, and I'm drenched to the bone. I have no idea where I am either. How am I going to get back to my place? Am I even still in White Moon territory? I keep going, walking around the streets for a clue. With this terrible weather, the streets are empty. There isn't even anyone to ask.
Those tall buildings offer no place to hide either. I feel like a cat, wandering aimlessly and letting myself get completely soaked. Crap, it will be a miracle if I don't get sick. My nose is running already, and I'm cold with the start of a headache. I look around once more, raindrops dripping down my eyelashes.
"Come here."
Before I can turn around, I feel my arm being grabbed, and I'm pulled in another direction. He lets go, but now it’s the black wolf that suddenly appears in front of me, guiding me. What, so he changed his mind now?
I follow him, as he does seem to know where to go, but I hope this isn't some crappy trap!
Finally, we reach what looks like an old building. Is this a chapel? It's too small to be a church. There is only one door, but a big lock is on it. However, the black wolf ignores it and squeezes in between the fence to walk inside the chapel's little garden. I frown, but still follow him, climbing over the little fence. Where is he taking me?
He disappears on the side, and I realize that there's an open window. Does he want to squeeze in there? The black wolf easily goes in. I can't see anything past that opening, but if he can get in... I contort myself and finally manage to get in. It's a little jump down, and I land on my bent knees, but at least, we are in a proper shelter from the rain.
I get back up and look around. It looks abandoned... This place obviously hasn't seen any prayers in at least a couple dozen years. There's dust piling up, all the other openings are locked, and aside from spiders, no one alive is around. It's a small place too... Only four benches, a little place for prayers, and a fountain against one of the walls. The window by which we came in sends a ray of light inside, but considering the dark clouds and the storm outside, it's still very dark. So dark, I've lost sight of the black wolf. Where did he go? I frown, looking around.
