Chapter 36

Chapter 36

It was becoming easier day by day, to live in another pack, among werewolves I never knew about and my mate. I still couldn't swallow the thick pill down my throat. Days went by, I wondered and questioned the skies and the Moon God to why I had been mated to someone like Nicholas.

"Just a few more targets and then we are done." Malik said, standing behind while his eyes were fixated over the target ahead.

I rose the gun and slipped my finger over the trigger before squinting. Once the gun was aimed toward the target, I pushed on the trigger and the bullet fired through the air before creating a small hole right in the middle.

"Why am I being taught to kill?" I asked him while loading the gun again. "It isn't like I'm going to kill anyone and god forbid, even if I have to I wouldn't be even able to as wolves are stronger and quicker."

"Just shoot."

Even though it has been days, Malik still hasn't loosened up to me entirely.

My gaze rose, meeting with his. I gave him a look before turning back to the target. My energy had heightened. I could run quicker, I had more strength, and I could surely kill someone.

I didn't take a lot of time to pull the trigger, only a few seconds. The gun fired and the bullet landed on the target, right in the middle.

The morning continued with the practice. I didn't catch a break until an hour later when Malik decided it over for the morning and that I could finally rest.

He drove me back over to the house before walking with me.

I glanced around, there was something different in the air today morning. The skies were clearer than ever, but the house appeared to have a dark energy surrounded with it as if—

"There's going to be someone staying at the house over the weekend," Malik cleared his throat and said upon noticing my discomfort. "It shouldn't be a lot of trouble."

"Who?" I rose a brow while following him inside. My curiosity rose. I hadn't seen any one else staying inside the house the entire time I had been here.

"Someone." A smile stretched over his face and he sneakily turned away which told me he knew who it was, but he just didn't want to tell me.

I wondered why.

We parted ways and I slipped inside Nicholas' room, finding it empty. He had been gone, the entire morning. And he'd come late over the nights, which by then I'd be deep asleep. It was almost as if he was trying to ignore me, trying to ignore the hundred questions I had listed for him.

He didn't want to answer any and I only wanted answers.

A frown appeared over my face and I walked into the washroom before removing my clothes and taking a warm shower. My muscles ached as I ran my arms under the hot water. Every fiber in my body trembled. I cleaned my self and took plenty of time, as much as I could.

After putting on a pair of clothes, I ran a comb through my wet strands before air drying them a little and tossing them behind my shoulders.

My fingers ran over my neck, knowing I ought to be marked soon. There weren't many details I became aware of about mates as my mother died before she could tell me anything. My father and my brother barely spoke to me after her death and without anyone to tell me, I had no clue.

I didn't know what I was supposed to do, I didn't know if it was even possible to have a mate.

My stomach grumbled as I stepped out of the room and walked across the hallway to head downstairs. I froze on my steps near the railing of the staircase upon hearing a woman's voice echoing across the walls of the quiet house. Chills ran down my spine and I looked down, at the door, opening and closing.

Nicholas stood with the woman who had walked in the house with him. She was elder than me. I couldn't see her face clear but I did catch a glimpse of it.

"You should be expecting me more, Nicholas. If I didn't come here, you would have never called," She said, her tone deep and raspy but resembling his. Her head turned and she motioned at Malik who stood on the other side. "Take my things to my room and keep them gently. They are some valuable items in here that I rather not have broken. Be careful."

Malik nodded and walked ahead before carrying the suitcases and disappearing to a room in the ground floor.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I tried to understand who she was.

The woman head rose before I knew and her eyes met with me. My heart skipped a beat in fear. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be here or not.

"There was a different one last time." She spoke to Nicholas and it only furthered my confusion.

He glanced at me and then looked away, "She's not a whore."

"Is that what you say for every woman you bring into the house to keep your bed warm?" The woman spat while turning to him.

"She's not a whore, Mother." He repeated before placing a hand over her back and taking her away from the foyer.

I bit the inside of my cheek and stepped back from the railing. Mother? I had no clue that Nicholas had a mother, or even a family. My first thought was that he might've killed them all. His rage and his sudden actions made me assume that. But I believe I was wrong.

Without giving it another thought, I returned back to the room and looked for something else to wear, something that was more covering and that didn't expose half of my chest.

Just as I began looking, the door to the room opened and Nicholas stepped inside.

It was the first time in days I had seen him at this time, in my conscious awake state rather than the blurred glances I took at him during the night.

"I didn't mean to stand there and eavesdrop. I was looking to e—"

He cut me off before I finished, "It's fine. You don't have to be worried about her. She's only staying for a while and she might say a few things, but don't listen to her," He said, care lacing in the back of his tone.

I nodded.

"How did it go with Malik?" There was a hint of something behind his eyes—guilt or something along that. I wasn't sure. I couldn't read people.

"It was good." I responded.

"Good, good," he looked away from me momentarily and around the room. "Your brother was seen leaving the town with his friends two nights ago. I don't suppose he'll return."

A breath of relief passed my lips and I smiled a little. "Thank you."

"Do you want me to kill him?" He slammed me with the question I never expected to hear.

My eyes widened as my heart beat dropped. "What?" I stuttered in response.

"Do you want me to kill him? It will only take me an hour to find him and kill—"

"No, no," I shook my head, fear rushing over my face. "I don't want that. He's my brother."

"Who's been trying to kill you."

"Still," I whispered, "No. Please don't."

"I won't. Not unless you want me to." He stepped forward and said.

I gave my head a shake. I couldn't even think about killing my brother. Injury him was a thought that crossed my mind everyday, but I couldn't let him be killed. I wasn't like him.

I had to be different.

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