I watched in shock as the two Alphas handled my abusers. They rushed to them and, without giving them a chance to beg, snapped their necks, smoothly separating their heads from their bodies.
It happened so fast and seemed almost unreal. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen blood oozing from their body parts.
They killed them? Why? Killing another werewolf is forbidden; how will they explain their actions to the head Alpha?
The head Alpha is the main ruler of the pack. Several other Alphas are living in the pack, but the head Alpha is the most powerful of them all. Beta Benjamin, my stepfather, is the head Alpha's direct assistant. Although there are several other Betas in the pack, Beta Benjamin is the preferred one—maybe because of his influence and power.
The head Alpha will definitely learn of the killing; once he does, he'll investigate, and after the investigation, he'll likely punish them.
They shouldn't have killed them; they'll get in trouble because of me, and Madison will find out. She'll either hear of it through her father or through his men.
She'll find out that her mates saved me. And that fact will piss her off.
Shit!
"Are you okay?" After cleaning his hands with a towel, Thatcher squatted before me and inquired. But I was too frozen to give him an immediate response.
"Are you okay?" he repeated when I didn't speak.
"She's in shock; give her time," Julian, the one I was searching for, drew closer to us.
"Do you think so?" Thatcher stared at him.
"Yes, let's give her time," Julian responded, and they walked away together.
After about ten minutes, I regained my senses and stood on my feet. After examining my surroundings, I adjusted my dress and walked to the door. I opened it and was about to leave, only to find the two Alphas waiting on the stairs.
Huh, what are they doing here? I thought they left. Why are they still here? They haven't seen me yet; they're conversing and haven't noticed me.
What should I do? I don't wish to speak to them right now. I've repeatedly embarrassed myself today; I just want to go home. I'll speak to Julian the next time I see him. I'm still in deep shock, and I won't regain my senses unless I get some good sleep.
How should I handle this? How can I...? I was still contemplating when I realized that they'd noticed me.
Julian spoke to me this time. "Your sister wants you to come home; we'll drive you," he proposed.
Huh, Madison wants them to drive me? The Madison I know?
"She... she does?" I stammered, unsure.
"Yes, we'll give you a ride; let's go." Both of them turned and started to leave, but I hesitated.
Madison would never request such a thing. Is this a trap? Maybe Madison is trying to pull a trick on me. I'm sure she is.
What is her plan this time?
"Aren't you coming?" Noticing I wasn't following them, Thatcher turned and questioned.
"I... I am," I stuttered and quickly went after them. We entered the elevator, which took us to the ground floor, and then I followed them to the car.
"Get in." Julian held the back door open and ushered me in.
"Thank you," I muttered as I entered. He shut the door and took the driver's seat. Thatcher sat beside him in the passenger seat.
After igniting the engine, Julian drove out of the parking lot. We drove in silence for a long time, but Julian broke the silence when we were close to the house.
He cleared his throat and briefly looked at me. "Are you okay? Hope you weren't harmed," he inquired.
"Yes," it took a while before I responded.
"I have a question for you, though. I hope you don't mind," he continued.
A question? What question? My heart unexpectedly picked up its pace, and before I knew it, I was breathing hard.
Noticing my uneasiness, Thatcher turned to me and said, "It's a simple question, and it has nothing to do with Madison. Madison won't learn of this conversation, rest assured; we're just a little curious about you," he explained.
"Okay," I murmured. What do they want to know? I hope they won't ask me a difficult question.
"Your age, how old are you?" Julian continued.
My age? Why do they want to know my age? Oh wait, I know why. They're probably curious because of my looks.
I appear and act young, but I look so old and wrinkled. They want to know why a high schooler looks too old. They're not the only curious ones; others have asked me many times.
And when I respond with my age, they look at me with disbelief. "You should be in your late sixties."
"Why is a granny still in school? What are you hoping to learn?"
"Hey, Granny, how many grandchildren do you have?"
"She said she's seventeen; maybe she has memory loss issues."
"Why did the school authorities allow her to go to school with us?"
"Don't be too hard on her; she might go into cardiac arrest. I hear old people usually experience this."
"She should be looking after her grandchildren. What is she doing in our school? Let's protest against her."
"She smells like my grandfather; old people have this disgusting smell on them. She stinks."
I get insulted, especially when I reveal my age. I've learned how to keep things to myself, but I still feel hurt every time someone asks for my age.
Can't they just leave me alone? Must they do this to me all the time? Must they pick on me? Must they bully me? Why must everyone torment me this way? I didn't ask for this. I definitely didn't. Do they think I want this? Do they think I love my appearance?
Fuck...
I refuse to reveal my age to them. They'll only insult and mock me. I'll never reveal my age, even if it kills me.
Shit... I hate this. I thought they were nice. Did they bring me here just to cause me pain? Did they bring me with them just to add salt to my wounds? I should have known. I should have been more careful. I'm a big fool.
I didn't realize I was crying until I felt tears rolling down my cheeks in waves. I tried to stop myself from crying in front of the two men but ended up bawling my eyes out.
Fuck... Fuck my life!