Chapter Fourteen
Brynne
The sun hits me right in my face as I roll over. I groan and pull the covers over my head. Then my phone pings and I grab it off my nightstand. Clara’s name flashes across the screen.
Any updates?
I think back on last night and how risky it was to get
that close to Max. I should have known better than to try to get him in a public place like Alchemy. No one would have recognized me with my eyes and hair color changed, but I didn’t expect to run into Ryker there. He seemed frazzled when we bumped into each other. He didn’t seem like he recognized me.
Saw him and then he disappeared
with another woman. I need to
do more research anyway.
I’m still curious about Sophie Lamanta. She can’t be the only tragedy that has come from Max. My phone pings again right as I’m about to set it down. I sigh, but it’s short-lived when Clara sends me another file. I’m about to text her back but she beats me once again.
You're Welcome.
What a smart ass. I click on the files and they load up. I catch the name on the papers, Sophie Lamanta. I don’t know why I’m so set on this girl, but she deserves justice. Maybe it’s the part of me that still hasn’t gotten justice for herself. I don’t want anyone to have to endure the things I went through.
I grab my workout clothes from the chair in the corner of my bedroom and get ready for my run. The one good thing about my house is the trails in my backyard. I don’t have to worry about anyone following me when I’m on my run. Plus, I know these trails like the back of my hand. I’ve been running them since I bought this house.
Most wouldn’t like being out here without neighbors in sight and surrounded by woods, but this is my happy place. The only eyes I have to worry about are the animals. I don’t have to fear anything because I’m at the top of the food chain. Above any animal, and any man. I sit at the top and get to play with who and what I want.
My breath becomes jagged when I hit the lake. It's about five miles out from my house. I slowly take each piece of my clothing off and walk toward the water. The days are getting colder now that we are getting into October, but I love watching the leaves change colors every season. It makes my run more interesting.
I walk until I’m fully submerged in the lake and backstroke out into the deep water. I let my naked body float and the sun beat down on me. The warmth of the sun mixes with the fridged lake water has my body on high alert. I try to calm my breathing and to relax my body. My nipples peak from the cold breeze that whips through the trees.
When a flock of birds all take off from the trees, I open my eyes. I look over in the direction they came from and stare into the darkness of the trees. I can feel eyes on me and I smirk. I may look like prey on the outside, but I am a predator waiting to be unleashed. There's rustling in that direction. The sun gets covered by the clouds and I swim toward the shore again. I grab my clothes and start pulling my underwear on. I pause and slip them back off.
I hold my clothes and walk toward the rustling. I narrow my eyes to try to see through the darkness in the trees. I usually stay on the trail, but I know I won't get lost when I stray. As I slowly walk closer, I try to hide my footsteps in hopes of not spooking whatever is happening in the distance. My steps quicken when I hear a yelp and more rustling. I see them in the distance and duck behind a tree.
A wolf clamps her teeth around the buck's neck and he thrashes around in the leaves. She’s much smaller than him, but she is faster. I watch in awe when she devours him like every rightful female should when it comes to males. We are the superior sex and always have been. The males try to use our advantages for themselves, but it's females like this wolve that know their worth. She didn’t shy away when she saw this big buck.
We may look smaller and not as mighty as a fully grown male, but that’s all an illusion we make. Blood squirts from the wound and my eyes flutter. The sight of blood is something I’ve grown fond of. When I talked with a therapist when I was younger, she recommended to pick up a hobby. Painting was all I needed when I discovered how easy it was to portray your emotions through the colors and the way you slide your fingers on the canvas. I discovered later on that the only color that made me feel anything was red.
Now I get to paint with all different variations of red. I can relive the thrill of killing every time I use my prey’s blood on my canvas. The wolf rips into the belly of the buck and I can feel my legs become slick with arousal. I know the feeling of ripping a man apart and the warm blood lathering your hands while you're doing it.
My hand slides down my naked body and grazes the stubble on my pussy. I touch myself to the image of another male meeting his rightful demise under a female. I rub circles around my clit, keeping my eyes on the wolf. My clothes fall to the ground and the noise makes her look in my direction, but I don’t stop. She locks eyes with me and she asses me to see if I’m a threat. Once she determines I’m not, she goes back to ripping out the guts.
My other hand reaches up to pinch my nipple. My back is pressed against the tree and I can feel the bark dig into my skin. The added pain brings me closer to my climax. A moan escapes me when I slide two of my fingers inside my pussy. The wolf doesn’t stop her butchering to look at me again. She continues to dismantle the buck as I watch from afar. I work myself faster and feel myself tighten around my fingers. I bite my lip to suppress my loud moan after finally reaching my peak .
My legs quiver but I keep myself up by digging my back into the tall oak tree. When I open my eyes, the wolf is gone and the only thing left is the mush of once used to be a mighty buck.
“Not so mighty anymore are we,” I whisper to myself. I walk over to the scene and look down at the damage she has done. It makes me think about Jordan and how many pieces I had to cut him into. My heart races when I see the amount of blood that is all over the fallen leaves. It makes me think of Max and how badly I want to make him bleed. I should have said to damn with the cameras and slit his throat in the bathroom at Alchemy.
Maybe they would have closed down after finding him and I wouldn’t have to go out with Adam and the others tomorrow. I would be killing two birds with one stone. The only problem would have been Ryker. What the hell was he doing at Alchemy anyway? The thought has been festering in me ever since seeing him yesterday. He is a young man, so going to the bar isn’t out of the ordinary for someone like him.
I’ve been itching for my next killing ever since Jordan had finished bleeding out. I need to get my hands on Max this weekend before I go crazy. He has to know more about the guys I’m searching for with his track record. I’ll find them even if I have to put my life on the line. I deserve my revenge, and I’ll stop at nothing until I get. Even if I have to burn down this entire world.