0056
Dane
Anger resided heavily in her heart. Even after everything she had been through, Neah was never this angry. It was odd but fascinating to see the fire in her eyes, all because of this girl.
She leans back against the wall of Eric's house. Tilting her head back to stare at the blue sky. Her body slides down until her ass hits the grass. She had so much anger and she had no idea what to do with it. No idea how to channel it.
"Jess will be fine," I mutter, I wasn't just about to throw a kid out on the streets. A kid that knows nothing of what she will become and I couldn't risk returning her to her home.
Her first shift will be a nightmare and if she doesn't kill her family, it would be a fucking miracle. "Right." Neah murmurs. Her eyes are almost a solid black
"Someone here will take her in. I won't throw her out."
"This won't be the first, will it? He will change more kids, and send them our way." She looks up at me. "I knew he was bad, but this? This is sick, this is....." she trails off, unable to streamline her thoughts "What he did to you was sickening too, Neah."
She quickly brushed her cheeks, ridding the tears before they had even appeared.
"I want him dead, Alpha Dane. I want them all dead."
"I know. And I am working on it."
'His death needs to be slow.' Aero muses. 'He needs to feel every inch of pain that he has caused others. Neah needs her revenge.'
The door is pulled open. "Guys, I could really do with your help."
I hold my hand out to Neah, she pauses, eventually taking it and getting to her feet. I notice how her eyes are almost blue again.
Jess is sobbing, her hands pawing at her skin as she examines the mark on her neck. "What...what did they do to me?"
Neah seems to freeze. Jess's words were probably something she had said to herself over and over. To hear someone else say it, it was probably causing flashbacks.
"Jess, come and have a seat. I need to talk to you about something." I try to keep my tone warm. Her soft blue eyes catch mine and I see her gulp.
"Please sir, I just want to go home to my family. To my mum and Dad, to my little sister. Please? I won't tell them anything. I won't...." Her fingers dig at her neck
"We can explain that to you." I offer, keeping myself calm and trying not to scare her any more than she already is.
Her eyes search my face and more tears roll down over her cheeks. Eric gets her a tissue, but she just stands there, staring at me, not even trying to hide her tears. "I'm not... I'm not going home, am I?" "It's not as simple as that, I'm afraid."
She wipes the sweat from her hairline and quietly moves to the open seat at the table. Tucking strands of her red hair behind her ears. "Please, please don't hurt me."
"I'm going to tell you something that you probably won't believe. All I request is that you have an open mind."
"Your eyes are so weird." She wipes the snot from her nose as she tries to control her racing heart.
Crimson eyes would be strange if I were human.
"The bite on your neck was from a Lycan." There was no point circling the issue.
She closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Like....like the stories."
"Stories?"
She takes the glass of water from Eric and drinks it slowly, swallowing every last drop. "Stories in the library" she murmurs, putting the empty glass back down. How was it possible the human library had more stories about Lycans then we did?
"Was I hunted? Was I chosen? Why would you want me? I'm nobody. I barely scrape by at school. They all hate me because....well because they do."
Fifteen year old girls were such hard work. She had missed the point that I was trying to make. I definitely don't miss being fifteen.
"I don't have all the answers right now. I am working on them."
"So." she sighs. "what you are telling me is that you are a Lycan?"
"I am not a Lycan...."
"OMG, you're a fucking Vampire." Her chair is thrown back as she jumps to her feet. She holds her fingers in a cross as though that would be the thing to save her. "The eyes. I should have known." She screeches
I catch Neah suppressing a laugh.
"I am not a Vampire," I mutter, irritated. "I am a Wolf and you are a Lycan."
Her jaw hangs open and her head starts to shake. "No...no, you are wrong." Her soft blue eyes flash to Neah, "Please help me."
Her voice is all high and squeaky.
"I'm a Lycan too." Neah whispers, her eyes locked with Jess.
"Your name is Neah, isn't it?" Jess asks, sitting back down. "You are the one I was sent too."
"Yes."
"You did this to me?" The girl wasn't shy about asking questions.
"No. But I can try to help you." Neah looks over to me, sadness taking over.
"The people that did this too you were cruel to me too. The only difference is I was born this way. They forced this life on you. That's why you can't go back to your family, Jess. You might hurt them in ways that you don't think is imaginable. And trust me when I say this, you can't control it. It will happen when you least expect it." She was talking about Devon and how she killed him.
"But...."
Neah reaches across the table, taking Jess's hands in hers. "This is something I do know, Jess. We can keep you safe here. We can figure it out together and I will personally make them pay for what they have done to you." Jess pulls her hands back and runs them through her red hair. "I will never see my family again?"
Neah looks over at me. Her brow creased. She sighs before returning her gaze to Jess. "No."
The tears fall thicker and faster.
Sobs leave her lips as her shoulders judder.
I felt sorry for her.
Fifteen and thrown into a world she knows nothing about.
Cassandra and Trey are sick and far more twisted than I am and that says a lot.
Jess stays with Eric.
It's the first house she had been taken to and we believed it made her feel a level of safety. Plus the boys would be home soon and that might make her feel even better knowing Eric was a father.
"Is this what's going to happen?" Neah asks as we walk across the grounds. "Young, innocent kids."
"Possibly."
"I hate them." She mutters
"I know. What is Nyx saying about all of this?"
Neah sticks her tongue in her cheek. Her eyes don't quite meet mine
"Neah?"
"She isn't really talking much."
"But she has been close to the surface, I saw it tonight, when anger flooded your body."
I was trying not to read her mind but when she bends down to untie her shoe laces to buy herself time. I give in.
"Can you do that?" I snap, frustrated that she hadn't told me something so important.
She looks at me, a pink tinge creeping across her skin. "I don't know. Nyx thinks I can but...."
"It would mean accepting your Alpha position." I finish the sentence for her.
She frowns. No matter how many times it is brought up in conversation, she tries to change the subject
"What if I can, do you actually think it will make a difference? Trey and Cassandra have a whole pack backing them."
"There is only one way for us to find out. You have to accept who you are and then we can see if you can link them all."
Her eyes are wide as she nibbles on her bottom lip. "I don't want to be an Alpha." It was the only thing she was consistently sure of. And she had made herself clear
"What if it's temporary?"
"I don't follow."
"When they are all dead, you won't need to be an Alpha. You can exist as you are right now, as my mate, and one day as the mother of my pups. You can leave that world behind. Let the breed end with you. If that's what you want." "And Jess, you won't kill her?." She whispers, rolling with my idea.
"You and Jess." I confirm, "And any other children."
She puffs out her cheeks. "What... what do I need to do?"