Rozelin spat in Carter's face and gave him a slap of her own. The stars danced around his head-turned vision. Looking down at the ground, Frank saw that he was lying in a pool of his own blood, slowly spreading.
His chest tightened as his hands fisted at his sides, almost choking with his growing anger as tears began to flow uncontrollably like a small river, resentment growing inside him like a tumor. At the same time, he was beaten, pushed up the stairs and disappeared from the basement.
Rozelin ignored her surroundings. His thoughts clouded with frank; Images of the situation he was left in flashed through his mind. His emotions kept jumping from his simmering rage simmering below the surface to the urge to go into the hole and cry. She couldn't do anything for Frank right now, and she felt hopeless.
Was Frank okay? Would he get better? He had no idea. In less than a week his world was turned upside down; his werewolf knowledge was zero. He needed a book about "werewolves for dummies" or "werewolf basics." Silver was an obvious irritant, but he was hit hard!
Unless someone removed it, that silver bullet would stay in his stomach. Frank certainly wouldn't, he looked unconscious the last time he saw him, when Gabriel and Alex called after him. A low growl rose from his chest as he squinted his eyes. He knew that even if Carter took a glance, he couldn't help getting it in his face.
And right now he needed to see how a meeting with the boss turned out. He still slapped the back of his head after his wheezing had stopped. His veins boiled with anger once more as he began to see red.
I shouldn't react. I have to be cool.
He repeated the mantra in his head. He calmed his nervousness, ready to attack his muscles, until he felt some zen and came to a door. Carter knocked gently on the door and saw Rozel's confused look.
They waited, then when they heard a low voice say 'Enter' they entered, the rosé's chains being pulled sharply, causing her to almost stagger into the room. Rozelin evaluated the bright room she was in. The dark blue office was elegantly decorated, unlike the bare halls and rest of the building he had ever seen.
A row of crimson Scandinavian-style bookcases was rowing against a wall, with occasional weapons placed on different shelves, from a crossbow to a dagger and a pistol. In the middle of the room was a huge mahogany desk, and to the side of it was a red-brown leather sofa and a coffee table. Rozel's eyes widened as she saw Chase sitting with one leg over the other, arms crossed like a thoughtful model. Hazel turned her head away from him after a flash of pain flashed in her eyes.
Rozel's attention then shifted to the overbearing presence in the room; A man in all black came into view, his massive frame nearly taking up the floor-to-ceiling window behind the desk. Her jet-black hair with white streaks was firmly gelled back, leaving no strands in place; her frayed skin added another year to her 50s, she guessed. Hazel eyes looked at him like a hawk from her pointed nose. There was something strangely familiar about him. But she knew that if she had met she before, she would remember him, she.
She folded her hands behind her back and walked to stand in front of her rosé. After studying his face, his chin began to tickle as his eyes hardened. Suddenly, Carter held out his hand, then clasped his hands behind his back as if he hadn't touched the man.
"I told you not to touch him." His icy voice was low and eerie; her presence demanded fear and respect from her comrades.
"He's making fun of me," Carter complained.
"What are you? A child? Can't you hold back?" The boss spat then politely turned to Rozelin, "I'm sorry, Rozelin. Carter is a savage. He won't touch you. I promise."
After looking at her, her eyebrows met; bowed his head,
"You were crying. Is Carter the cause of your distress?"
"Of course I was crying!" She screamed; Oh, he went out the window, calm and sane. "He shot my goddamn friend with a silver bullet!"
"There's nothing she doesn't deserve," Carter spat from her side.
She almost raised her hand towards him, but she gathered herself and stopped, loosening her fingers at her side. But his words made Rozelin's fists with only her own hands from scratching her eyes.
"What is his name?" the boss asked.
"His name is Frank" Rozelin was speaking more calmly now, after noticing the boss's interest in Frank.
Dave said, "Get Robert. NOW!"
The other hunter rushed through the door, leaving it open. Rozelin and Carter continued to stare at each other, the air thinning with the rising tension of the room.
"Get out of my sight. I'll deal with you later." The boss once again spoke in a low voice and fired him.
Carter looked like he wanted to argue, but a stern look from the boss caused him to back off in fear and leave the room. Slams echo from the hallway
ve Ben.
"Sit down, please. You look exhausted." Pointing his big hand toward the sofa, he spoke to Rozelin.
Rozelin didn't move and stared blankly at this man they called the boss. One eyebrow raised at his stubbornness.
"I won't rest until I know Frank is okay."
The boss sighed, went behind his desk and sat down in the leather armchair.
"Again. Sorry about all this. I'm gone for a week and all hell breaks loose in my absence."
"Are you sorry for kidnapping me or for how I was treated?"
One side of her lips lifted from her expression, fun glinting behind her eyes.
"This is sad for you, rosé because you really matter a lot to me. To this organization." He raised his hands up, turning his rosé's gaze behind him to where a black flag hung with a symbol of two golden swords crossed. Letters H and A below. "You are very important to the work we do here. The kidnapping was never out of the question. When we found out with certainty that you were the person we were looking for, we acted immediately."
"Why am I so important?"
Before he could say more, the nasty-looking man in the lab coat he had seen on his first day arrived; He was slightly out of breath from running into the room.
"Did you say it was urgent?" "Lab coat"—Robert looked at each of the faces in the room, landing on his rosé last. His brows met with a deep scowl as he reached out and grabbed her cheeks with one hand, igniting her as he studied her face.
"Hmm, you have to put Carter back in line. There hasn't been much damage since last time." Robert spoke to the boss. Silas?
"Good"
Rozelin stepped back, freed her head from her grasp, and angrily backed away from him.
"Not much damage? He shot Frank!"
Robert's eyebrows rose at this news; He looked at Silas as his face turned into confusion.
Silas nodded.
"Aah. do you need me to fix that issue?"
fix it?
"Frank. His name is Frank," said Rozelin, standing on the edge of the room, gritting her teeth. Both men ignored him.
"Yes. Fix it and report back to me when you're done. Subject 4 will want to know your status."
According to them, this was it; they did not see them as living, breathing, feeling, emotional people. They were reluctant participants in a scientific experiment that they knew nothing about yet. Rozelin bit her tongue from speaking again. The faster Franka went, the better.
"Oh, and Robert.." Silas spoke quietly, making Robert stand in the doorway and look behind him, "You'd better hurry. He may be dead already."
Robert nodded and left the room. Quick footsteps echoed down the corridor from where he ran towards the basement.
"Run for the door," Silas ordered.
"Please, rozelin, we have a lot to talk about." With a warm smile on his lips that didn't quite reach his eyes, he motioned for her to sit back on the sofa.
He glanced at Chase, who went to the couch and closed the door.
"Take my place," he grumbled as he closed the door.
Rozelin sat down and looked anxiously in Silas' direction. Chase took the opposite seat, but kept the boss's view. The sofa beneath him felt wonderful, making him want to sink into the mat and close his eyes from the nightmare that was his life now.
"Would you like tea or coffee? I've got biscuits and cake." ' Silas asked, his voice soft again with that warm smile. Rozelin did not trust this and looked at him suspiciously. But he continued to smile and gestured for his answer.
"Would a tea be good?" She asked, unconvinced by this man's friendly demeanor. If Carter was afraid of him, she definitely had to be careful and obey.
"With sugar or without sugar?"
"Sugar free," he stammered, but recovered himself once more.
"Oh, how sweet it is," she winked at him, causing her eyes to roll, her cheeks to turn red, and her stomach to twist.
Silas used the phone on his desk and ordered three drinks to someone on the other end of the line. Two black coffees for the men and tea and some cookies that Rozelin' wanted.
"I love my cookies, but if you prefer something else. Please let me know."
Roselline shook her head. He looked at Chase, whose facial expression was hard to read, but his body spoke for him. He looked nervous. Even his 'ordinary' hunched look on the armchair seemed forced, indicating that he was uncomfortable and wanted to leave the room. Silas' voice interrupted his thoughts about the other hunter in the room.
"Do you need to go to the bathroom? There's one right next to this room. Ah, but you know that very well."
'My Son' was still ringing in his ears as he swung back and forth between father and son before him; Chase looked a little like him. But it made sense now how he thought he knew the boss before. His eyes were exactly the same, but Chase's was vibrant compared to his father's.
He didn't know why he was so moved by the news. She and Chase weren't friends, but had started having a lousy relationship with him last week. After walking through the door when the toilet time was up, the two of them chatted with each other. If the situation were completely different,
He knew they could be friends and hang out. He dismissed that thought entirely and answered Silas' original question:
"I don't have to go, but thank you. You said there was a lot to discuss. Maybe we should start while we wait for our drinks?" Rozelin coldly replied.
"What I'm going to say is. I like it." Silas snapped his fingers and pointed in his direction as his crooked smile soon melted into a grim expression.
"Rozelin, there's no way to take this information lightly, so I'll say it plainly." She eyed him intently, causing him to feel nervous.
"Your birth parents. They were killed by other werewolves."
Rozelin just looked at the man behind the desk, her words slowly swallowing. He looked away from hers to the window beside the sofa; His parents died when he was eight, and his godparents, Mandy and Andy, took him in right away. They worshiped him, and he to them. His chest tightened as he thought of them and what they were going through right now.
Still, it wasn't so strange to hear werewolves killing his parents.
After all, he was now a part of this world full of creatures. So it didn't come as a huge shock to him. The police report stated that their bodies were never found, but the evidence left behind pointed to an animal attack.
"Animal attack really were werewolves." He muttered to himself, not realizing he was speaking out loud.
"Yes. Police found claw marks and blood all over the place and left no more traces of them." Silas confirmed her muttering.
Rozelin frowned, then looked at Silas,
"They were killed by other werewolves. I think my father was a werewolf."
Silas looked at her with a confused expression on his face.
"Didn't you know?" His eyes narrowed.
"I guessed. I didn't even know I was a werewolf until you kidnapped me. So thank you."
Rozelin averted her gaze from his intense gaze, but even from across the room she could feel his eyes on her face. His eyes landed on Chase, who looked pale the last time he'd looked at her. He fixed his gaze forward, deep in thought without looking at her again.
"Why would other werewolves kill them? Aren't they pack animals?" Rozelin was suspicious.
"They are. But werewolves are known to be hostile to each other, especially if there is a weaker wolf. Different packs also clash if they are not allied, then they will not hesitate to kill a wolf that enters their territory. But the hunter is at the bottom of the food chain in the werewolf world. Any They are not part of a pack and if they stay near the pack area for too long they tend to move around a lot because of their chances of survival." Silas explained.
"But my parents must have been in their herd's territory. We've lived there for as long as I can remember. We didn't move once, so we couldn't be hunters. Or she'll be killed because she's in another herd's territory." said rozelin
There was something in Silas' expression that did not agree with him. Why would other werewolves kill their parents? As far as he could remember, their house was in a desolate place.
"We couldn't be hunters..." He continued.
"You're certainly not a hunter," Silas mocked; Even Chase gave a small chuckle.
Rozelin waited for him to continue, but the door slowly opened when a gray-haired old lady and a kind face with a tray of drinks arrived. The lady immediately placed the first cup of coffee on a coaster in front of Silas, and Silas smiled at her as she thanked him. Then he turned to go to the coffee table.
"Rogues are more animals than humans. A wolf relies more on their senses and tends to stay in wolf form 98% of the time. They are bloodthirsty and will kill humans to survive." Chase spoke as he stared out the window without meeting her gaze.
Rozelin then felt another pair of eyes prick her face. She looked up to see the kind woman glaring at her with disgust; An expression of pure hatred burned behind his teal eyes. Apparently it was really deceiving. Rozelin had assumed that, being an older, kinder-looking lady, she would be as nice to herself as to Silas and Chase.
But just like the hunters, the lady seemed to hate anything that wasn't entirely human. It is very sad to see people with this mentality. Being filled with so much hatred had blinded them. This lady didn't know anything about him, but he took the evil eye on her, probably because she knew she was a werewolf.
"Well, fuck you witch!"
Rozelin instinctively sent her middle finger to him as she kept her gaze unblinking, letting her anger boil under her eyes. The lady's mouth fell open and she left immediately. She couldn't help feeling a little smug as she took her glass. A chuckle across from her caught her attention; Chase was hiding it behind his glass. Was his gaze that hard?
"Please try not to scare my staff. Especially
Milly, poor old woman, has been working here for years." Silas scolded her.
"To frighten?" Rozelin muttered to herself before looking at her tea and taking a hesitant sip. He had never frightened anyone with a look before; This woman was very sensitive. Don't look bad and back off when you come back!
"Your eyes are shining," Chase said quietly, looking at the glass from which he took a sip.
Rose's eyes widened in shock. Did they shine? They've never been before!?
What changed him last week, now that he's growling and his eyes sparkle when he's angry? Did they go amber like your Frank's? Before he could ask, his thoughts were interrupted by Silas.
"Perhaps you should study more about the creatures of this world and the history of your legacy, the Hunters Guild, rather than going to college and getting a degree you won't use every day."
Chase openly rolled his eyes, his back still to his father. Still, after catching Rozelin's little game, she looked out the window as she sipped her coffee. Yet she continued to stare at him.
Was this lifestyle forced on him? She continued to get mixed signals from him throughout the week. At times she thought she was starting to depend on how normal he was to her; then she was pleased with the kindness in his eyes. But then she would silence him, his eyes turning cold again and an expression of disgust hiding his features.
But even with a stern look he would give it to her, always being kind to her. He stopped pushing her around; he even heard occasional whistling outside the toilets. He shook his head to get rid of his thoughts about her. Now was not the time to delve into Chase's soul.
Returning to their first conversation, Rozelin asked again:
"I still don't understand. Why would werewolves kill my family?"
"I ask myself this question all the time. It's an animal thing. If the alpha is too strong and the opponent is too weak, he'll kill a whole bunch of species. I guess you have to be in the middle of nowhere." Silas laughed.
But rosé was still confused; What he said was meaningless. Surely the stronger an alpha is, the stronger the pack is?
"With your family, it was a different situation," he continued. Rozelin looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
For most of his life he questioned the death of his parents. According to the police report, the animals killed them, which caused the woman to first question how they were at home and then left no traces other than their blood. But now, she was finally getting some answers.
Werewolves did, but why would they kill their own kind?
Did his parents do something that guaranteed their death?
"It wasn't just your parents they were after."
Rozelin wanted to throw one of her stupid books from the library at her. She seemed to take pleasure in her squirming at her vague answers. What the hell did they do next to justify killing them?
"What was so important that they killed for it?"
"Joyful."
His answer took his breath away. Was he the cause of his parents' death? His chest tightened, but instead of sadness he felt anger.
"What do you mean? Leave vague answers and tell me what I need to know!" This time she knew her eyes were shining; her feelings were being trampled on.
Silas stood up and turned his face away from her. He folded his hands behind his back again and looked out the window behind his desk.
"Your father alpha and your mother luna with the term alpha wolves were the strongest pack known, but your family was bloodthirsty, killing hundreds of people who stood in their way, demanding more territory. With the packs that surrendered and were forced to join them, the pack became huge. This, of course, is wrong. where they do it." He raised his hand and pointed a finger while speaking realistically.
"The family was surrounded by their enemies. But their arrogance knew no bounds; they didn't think they would turn their backs on them. So they were easily killed. Now. You get into the picture because you're their child. You would take the responsibility when you were old, so naturally they wanted to kill you too. When your parents died, their power was on you immediately. So, you're a strong werewolf descended from a strong alpha lineage."
Rozel's head was spinning with all the information she was given. His family killed hundreds in the herd areas. His eyebrows deepened between his eyes; As far as he could remember, his memories of them were always fond.
His mother, whom he knew looked almost like now, always seemed kind and gentle. His father was strict, but he never saw malice or malice in him. But how would he know? He was an 8-year-old boy; He may have seen what they wanted him to see.
But could he trust what this man was saying? No, it's not. His adoptive parents, Mandy and Andy, never told him about this story. The person who kidnapped her was the one who told her about her parents. He didn't know what to believe, but if he ran away from here, he would interrogate his step-parents.
Suddenly, his eyes turned to the figure standing in front of the window. Hunters kidnapped him because he was important, but what did they want?
"Well, what do you need me for? How does this little story you're telling me benefit you?" Her voice comes out cold, her eyes harden
army.
Silas laughed heartily,
"A story? It wasn't a bedtime story. These were facts. And unfortunately, these are family facts. I'm sorry you raised mass murderers as parents, but at least you didn't grow up like them."
Rozelin still didn't know what to believe, but every word that came out of her mouth was driving her crazy now.
"Go on." He said through clenched teeth.
"We need your blood, rozelin. As I explained, you come from a powerful alpha lineage. After your parents died, we tried to capture the strongest werewolves we could get, but to no avail. Robert turned it down to genetics. We tried for years but nothing worked. One day my team was a werewolf. "A girl who looks exactly the same as your mother, Alexandra. It's really mysterious." Silas now turned and looked up and down at her.
Rozelin looked at him as her features slowly turned into surprise.
"What do you need my blood for?"
Silas looked at him in disbelief, shaking his head.
"To make our own werewolves, of course. The war between our species has been going on for centuries, and frankly, it's getting a little boring. Our goal has always been to eliminate all werewolves, vampires and modifiers. But it's not enough for us.
The population of living things is increasing and we cannot keep up with it."
❤
This made no sense. Hunters wanted to eliminate werewolves, vampires, and changers, but used his blood to create their own werewolves.
"This makes no sense. Why create your own werewolves when you can destroy all creatures?!" said rozelin
Rozelin looked in Chase's direction again, her own face unable to believe what Silas had said. She hoped to see that she wasn't the only sane person in the room. Chase turned to her with a frown, but instead of contributing to the conversation, he drank his coffee.
"They will be at our command. Free like hounds, but bigger, stronger, faster. Then when every creature is destroyed, their role ends. We get rid of them too." Silas snapped his fingers to prove his claim.
Rozelin studied him carefully; she really believed what she was saying. He couldn't tell if there was a hint of madness in his eyes or if he had gone too far, and only determination shone. He glanced at Chase, who continued to stare out the window as if the subject hadn't bothered him.
Rozelin took a deep breath to calm herself; His heart has been beating so fast for the last 10 minutes and he's starting to feel a little dizzy. Taking another sip of her tea, she used her time to calm and gather her chaotic thoughts. His mind was trampled by a thick book of knowledge thrown in front of him.
First, his family was killed by their own herds; they were also mass murderers, slaughtering other herds that did not surrender. Both werewolves and hunters were after him because he was some kind of troublesome werewolf. HA. He didn't feel anything. There wasn't a surge of power like in the movies and comics. It's nothing.
And last, but certainly not least, this man wanted to slaughter all creatures in the world. Surely there was a flaw in this plan? There must be thousands; Would it take decades, no, centuries?
However, Rozelin kept her thoughts to herself, especially for the part of her plan where there were blind spots. He didn't want to help or play any part in this vile order. He took another slow sip of his tea, savoring the taste and the calming effect on his nerves.
He looked up to see Silas watching him intently, getting on his nerves. He took another sip, locked eyes with hers, and refused to look away. His eyes narrowed slightly, the only indication that he didn't like the challenge.
"Hey! You should have said something, Rozelin," she exclaimed, causing her to frown at her comment.
"Chase, get your chains off! It looks like Rozelin's messing with that mug. Now we don't want it to slip and burn your skin." Her overly sweet voice caused her to tremble unconsciously. Was there a hidden threat in his words?
Chase immediately stood up and grabbed his cup and set it on the mat on the coffee table; He watched her grimace at her light touch, before removing the chains from her wrists. Rozelin did not forget the chains around her; While wearing the silver chains, there was a constant itch and a gradual draining of his energy.
Frank was much worse off than he was, and with that thought in mind, he kept his grievances in the back of his mind. Instead, he focused on the madness of the man before him.
He tried to read Silas and his motivations. He casually mentioned committing genocide against his own kind. Yes, its kind. But then she would make sure she was comfortable, give him tea, ask if he needed the toilet, take off the silver chains. He was trying to make her comfortable around him, but instead it just made him more cautious than she was.
Rozelin looked at Chase as she began to remove the chains from her ankles. Was he playing a role too?
Chase was much better than the other hunters. Memories of the past week flashed in his mind and he turned things around; How did it go from being nice to being disgusted, was it all a lie, and was being good actually a real mask?
He sighed at himself and the situation he was in. Chase looked up after hearing her sigh.
From her position in her coaches, her eyes met hers, her hand resting under the raw skin on her wrist. Rozelin turned her head away from him, worried that her eyes would distract her thoughts like an open book. Suddenly, he felt exhausted by his all-consuming emotions.
After Chase put the chains on the coffee table and was instantly scolded by her father, Rozelin decided to stand up and really look out the window. The view from the sofa showed only the sky, this morning the air was bright blue and cloudless.
As Rozelin walked the short distance to the window, unconsciously she scratched the scars on her wrists with silver chains. His eyes widened and he almost gasped at what he saw. Instead, he took a shaky breath and crossed his arms over his chest.
Before her eyes, she could see something close to a military base camp but much smaller. There were climbing-frame assault courses on which people raced, an athletics, a field where men and women fired their guns. It ranged from M9 pistols to AK47s, crossbows, and fancy-looking bows and arrows. Closer to the building was a courtyard where more servant-looking people were fighting hand-to-hand.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Rozelin jumped when she heard Silas' voice; His large body was now standing next to him. She didn't see him sneaking in. His heart was beating erratically once again with fear. Damn, when would he acquire these extraordinary hearing skills that others have? So he wouldn't be in such situations.
"What"
Silas chuckled at her dry reply.
"This is our base camp, but we have many other camps across the country."
Rozelin nodded, but was watching the hand-to-hand fight. Everything about this place, the hunter's operation, showed how organized and capable they were. He had no chance if he was caught trying to escape.
His eyes gazed at a fence topped with barbed wire; His gaze followed him around the small arena before him, occasionally pointing to the guards holding cameras and assault rifles. He sighed, his escape plans slowly unraveling before his eyes, his heart tightening and his eyes filling with tears. But she blinked, not wanting Silas to see them.
A storm of emotions fought to surface, anger, denial, and sadness, but it kept Rozel's face calm. They stood in silence for a while, watching the fight between the two great hunters, ending with one of them being knocked out, blood oozing from his nose. Rozelin fled the scene; his eyes fell on the crossbow on the bookshelf. He wasn't about to do anything impulsive or stupid after what he had just seen.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll get away and attack you?" she asked, turning to face the father-son duo.
Silas chuckled.
"From what Certerir told me. There aren't many wolves in it, but-"
"So, that goes against everything you just said. I was created to be this very powerful werewolf. I haven't moved, though. I don't have super-hearing or enhanced senses. I'm hardly a werewolf at all." Rozelin interrupted.
His lips curled in delight.
"Now we always have time to run some tests on you. Robert will figure it out. You're a werewolf, and you're definitely the werewolf we've been looking for. There's just a minor complication that something is holding you back."
Is it an obstacle?
"Come"
He gestured for her to get him out of the room. When he saw the open door, no silver chains on it, a little moment of freedom, he was filled with excitement.
"Not very patient," Chase muttered behind him.
This sense of freedom was lost in his voice and pulled him back into reality. Chase gently put his hand on her arm, but instead of hurting her, she waited for him to move. As he left the room, Silas was just across the hall, in front of another door. Roselin tensed; He swallowed fear as his heart started beating fast and hard in his chest.
Was he going to experiment on it now?
A little nudge from Chase brought him out of his surprise. He didn't realize that he had stopped walking down the hall. When he stopped behind Silas, he opened the door and stepped inside. Rozelin's eyes widened and flickered from every item in the room as she followed behind her.
He was standing in a large, stylish bedroom. On one side, the bed was placed with fluffy cushions on top of the pillows; the size of the bed indicated the width of the bedroom. There was a white wardrobe, a television, a white vanity, and on the right side of the room was a white door.
After seeing Rosalina's eyes slide to the door, Silas walked up and opened the door, revealing an elegant en-suite bathroom.
"Why is there a fancy bedroom in an abandoned building?" ' Rozel asked before her eyes left the bathroom.
Silas chuckled, "I want you to be comfortable here, Rozel.
of"
Rozelin went to the floor-to-ceiling window at the far end of the room. The view showed an abandoned parking lot, with a guarded entrance across it at the junction of the fence. The guards were standing, dressed in military garb, with assault rifles. Farther back, there were many trees as far as the eye could see, hiding the building and the countless hunters training in the grounds.
How would you like it to be comfortable?
Rozelin wasn't really listening or putting two and two together; their reactions were automatic at this point. He was more focused on what the window was showing him than the meaning behind the boss's words. Also, a lot of information was spilled on it; He felt like his brain was on fire.
"This is your room, rosé. If you want it?"
Rozelin finally turned to face her captor; His eyes were round as the shock of his words descended.
"B-my room?" he stammered.
He felt himself coming against the walls. This room looked scarier than being in a cell in a damp basement. The little comforts the room screamed for made him feel more like a caged bird. If he stayed in such a room, would he be content with his situation?
Rozelin looked at Silas' fake gentle smile because it was, it was fake; she was a werewolf, she was exactly what she hated. A chill ran down her spine, she. He was trying to make her so comfortable that he would stop looking for ways to escape and eventually he would develop a kind of Stockholm syndrome towards them. But if anything, it caused the opposite effect. It made him miss his home even more.
"Yes, your room. You don't have to stay in that awful cell. You can shower whenever you want, watch TV, order food, And Chase will be your personal bodyguard. You'll never have to see Carter again."
The thought of pizza, a shower, and Carter's not bothering nearly made him give up. Unlike the others, she hadn't showered yet, she. Maybe this was part of their plan? Alex told her they showered twice a week, but her rosé was left to rot in the cell; felt disgusting. Shaking his head, he asked:
"Why don't you leave me in the cell like the others?"
"Personally, Rozelin, I would like your full cooperation. It would be in our best interests to stay here and obediently go to see Robert when asked. After all, we'll have to keep drawing your blood over the years. As I've said before, there are a lot of creatures, and eliminating them overnight." It won't happen." Silas grinned at her, as if he had read her thoughts.
The color on his face was drawn. He would stay here for years.
"What if I choose not to cooperate?" He barely said the words.
"Well, you saw how Carter could be." A cruel smile formed on his lips.
Rozelin could only look at Silas; she knew it was a snake. She folded her hands in front of her and let out a loud clapping sound that made her rosé shake.
"I know we had a lot of arguments this morning. Why don't you take a shower? There are clothes in the closet for you to change into. We'll see Robert when you're done, and I mean- Frank. Chase, of course, will stay in the room."
And as his personality was changing, he suddenly turned around and left the room without argument. Rozelin stared in horror at the empty space Silas had left. His attention then turned to the golden-haired hunter to the side; He walked to the door, closed it and leaned against it, crossing his arms as he did so.
Rozelin squinted her eyes at him, but regained her composure. Sighing, she sat down on the bed, hands resting on her head, elbows on her knees. He glanced around the room and threw them away when Chase was back in sight.
"Roseline." His voice was stern and made the woman look towards him once more.
"I what-"
"Tell me something, Chase," she interrupted. She suddenly stood up and walked to her position by the door. She wanted to look into his eyes as she answered.
"Do you believe everything he just said?"
"Yes." The answer came right away.
"So you believe in killing thousands of innocents?"
His jaw tightened as he looked at her.
"Not everyone is innocent-"
"I was innocent! I am innocent! But I am here. I was kidnapped. All to get rid of the creatures that share this world with humans."
Chase frowned and parted his lips to speak, but Rozelin was foaming with anger.
"Can you honestly stand there and tell me I'm disgusting? That I should be killed or killed because I was born?"
Roselline's cheeks were flushed from releasing pent-up energy and emotions.
"They killed my mother"
"And they killed my family."
"This one was different. Your family murdered thousands. My mother was innocent." He lowered his eyes.
"I'm sorry you lost your mother. I really am, Chase. But that doesn't mean it's okay to get rid of thousands of the same species."
She tried to interrupt him, but she brought her finger to her lips, causing her to open her eyes wide in bewilderment silence.
"I didn't finish it. It's like a serial killer destroying the human race for killing someone they love. Direct your anger, your hatred towards the one responsible. Not the whole race or species. There is good and evil in humans and creatures. A woman who killed your mother.
If you were human, would you kill all humans?"
Chase did not answer; she looked away from him with a grimace. After speaking so fast, Rozelin took a deep breath and took a step back; she could see the commotion behind her eyes. At that moment, she realized that he was a really good person; she was a victim of her father and the Hunters Guild.
Instead of asking her many questions on her mind, she decided to give him some space and took a shower. After She opened it, she looked at herself in the mirror above the sink. She wasn't surprised at how she looked. She kept her hair back as she hadn't washed it that long, luckily it was thick so it didn't look too greasy she. But after the sixth day she started to show herself.
She looked at his face she; His eyes were slightly sunken, his cheekbones more prominent than before, but now he looked unhealthy from the lack of food. The swelling around his face has subsided, only yellow bruises remain, and he now has a new cleft lip. She went out and opened the cupboard, she now ignored Chase, who was sitting thoughtfully at the end of the bed.
Her black outfit and 'menacing look' didn't quite match the lilac duvet and fluffy pink pillows that were the only non-chic part of the room.
"Hmm.. No gray overalls?" Rozelin muttered as she evaluated the wardrobe.
It was weird to see everything in her size, from her sneakers to her underwear and bra size. She shook off a shudder that ran down her spine.
It's terrifying.
Most of the outfits were brightly colored, but she opted for black sports leggings and a black tank top, as well as black underwear and a bra. She was going to put on her black hoodie later.
Everything was black, black like his soul.
Wow, where did this come from? She really needed her daily dose of Alex and her jovial personality because she didn't need it. He mentally slapped himself.
"All black? are you gothic I thought I'd see a snakebite piercing or something." Chase joked.
"Ha. Ha. It's fun. Actually, black covers blood better," he said.
Rozelin looked at his now pale face but ignored her and went back to the bathroom. She was about to lock the door when she couldn't see the lock.
"What the hell is going on! You better not be perverting me here!"
After shouting through the closed door, she undressed and only half looked at herself in the mirror. The bruise on his body was almost gone, the remaining brown bruise now on his protruding ribs; eating a small bowl of rice every day wasn't doing well for her high metabolism; He could eat a few hamburgers a day if he wanted to, and not gain any weight.
Without thinking any further about her unhealthy body and the bruise that obviously never went away, she stepped into the shower; There was a constant sharp pain there. He knew his rib was probably broken, but what was he supposed to do?
A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as soon as he stepped under the steaming hot water. His muscles relaxed under the touch of the water that surrounded him. It felt like sitting on the floor and meditating under the warm rain of the shower. All morning, he didn't have a minute to process his thoughts and breathe.
Even now he would not accept this moment because his thoughts turned to Frank; He needed to know that she was fine. The man lay on the ground as the spilled blood continued to flash in his mind. With this, he accelerated the foaming of the soap circulating in his body. After cleaning and washing her long hair, she went outside and started drying herself frantically. So much so that the little red marks on his skin remained warm.
He changed once and combed his hair. Chase led him out of the room; Rozelin stopped in the middle of the step in the middle of the hallway, after seeing a door open with two guards sitting in front of the monitors and machines. On one of the screens, he was showing an elevated perspective of the cells in which they were staying. He also saw that some switches for the air ducts were set on a timer, before Chase realized he wasn't going after him.
He turned back, closed the door, and studied her face looking at her.
"Rozelin" stepped forward and looked around nervously, "What you said earlier about wearing black. I know you're kidding, but... We're not going back to the cells, are we?"
Rozelin blinked, pretending to be innocent.
"You don't know my father. If things don't go his way... Please do as he pleases. I mean, why would you refuse a room like this.."
"Seriously, Chase? This isn't a student lounge, and I'm not turning down a bedroom with a bathroom for half price. Put yourself in my place. Then ask yourself the same question."
He shook his head before fleeing, leaving her with his mouth open. She quickly caught up with him and walked slightly forward to guide him to meet Robert. It wasn't a long walk; They stopped at the other end of the corridor, passing through many doors on their way. Chase knocked on a door that said 'Medical Room'. He slipped in with his hand, now wrapping his arm around it again.
As soon as she entered the room, Rozelin rushed forward and stopped by the bed where Frank lay. His hands gripped the huge hand placed beside him; I stare at how pale he is with the gleam of sweat on his face.
ri is full.
"Hey," Frank croaked, "I'm not dead."
"You could have died," he whispered, knowing very well that she could hear him.
"I'm not dead. You have to believe me; I'm stronger than you think."
He shook his hand and then looked at Robert, who was taking notes on the monitor showing Frank's vital signs.
"Trial 2 is stable. His obs are stable. He'd better be gone by tomorrow. Good thing I don't need him until Saturday." Robert spoke directly to Silas standing by the door; He nodded once, then looked at his phone again.
"He was just shot. He needs at least a month to recover!" Rozelin spoke in disbelief.
Robert looked at her, pushing his glasses back up to his nose.
"Do you have a medical degree? Or a degree in werewolves? If you were a half werewolf woman, you'd know they heal quickly. The silver bullet blocked him before, but now that it's removed, it'll heal overnight. Now, sit down."
He pointed to a chair across the room by the sink; He frowned, but a cold look from Silas made him obey. Robert squinted at her as he sat down,
"Take off your hoodie."
"Why?"
"That's why I don't like working on women. They bark a lot," Robert muttered as he put on latex gloves and grabbed a tray of glass tubes and a syringe.
"Hooded. Now." Silas spoke quietly, but his voice spoke volumes. Fear crept up his spine as he quickly took off the hoodie.
"Fine. Keep your arm relaxed. I'll take your blood pressure, heart rate and glucose readings before I draw your blood," Robert said clinically.
Rozelin looked at Franka with a grin, but calmed herself when she saw her grim smile. He knew the blood process; She did it herself to animals at vets. But the situation was frightening for him, he was not restless, far from it, but it was the official first step of his life here.
NO, THAT WAS NOT HIS LIFE!
His anger resurfaced, causing his heartbeat to quicken again.
"Calm down. The reading won't be right." Robert spoke with an angry expression on his face as he tried to get an accurate report of his heart rate.
Sighing, he focused on the poster on the wall explaining why smoking is harmful.
"Wonderful"
Robert grabbed her upper arm and pressed lightly near the bend in her elbow, rubbing lightly the area where a vein appeared; He gently wiped the area and removed his needle.
In the end, Robert received eight vials of blood.
"Enough," Rosalin said sarcastically, but her tone went over Robert's head.
"Yes. I can analyze these later."
After placing a cast on the area, he began placing vials of blood in a refrigerator marked 'trial'.
"So, rosélin. You've seen Frank. He's fine... You look a lot better after the shower and in your new clothes, except for the hoodie. What do you say? You cooperated in a good manner and stay in the master bedroom that I had specially prepared for you. Or she back to the cells." Silas snickered.
"As much as I appreciate the tea and clothes. I prefer to stay my own kind. Thank you."
At Rozelin's words, Silas's face fell, his nostrils flared, and his brows wrinkled.
"I don't think you realize what you're saying, Rozelin Cross." His voice came out hoarse. His knuckles turned white from how tightly he gripped the phone.
"I do," replied Rozelin, just as coolly. He glanced at Chase, who was now watching his father cautiously.
"Well then." A sly smile appeared on his face as he brought the phone to his ear; He watched as Rozelini spoke quietly to someone on the other end of the line.
Silas left the room without another word.
Moments later, Carter entered the room.