leaves to clear the view. What I find there is a small camera, the light on its side blinking in signal.
"Fuck!" Swearing loudly, I tear the device off the branch.
I've been lax in my patrol duties and this is the only confirmation I need. Another point on the list of my offenses.
It was a mistake not killing him on the spot as Cole advised. I know that now. A lot of good it does since the damage is already done.
I make my way down, guilt nagging at my chest with the realization... he's been spying on us. I head into the house feeling guilty and defeated. There's no way out of it now.
"Cole?" I call out as soon as I step in. "You here, Cole?"
"Kitchen," comes in answer.
Dragging myself to the kitchen, my head is hanging low in shame. I find Adam perched on a stool while Cole is busying himself preparing dinner. His cooking is amazing, which is something I never expected from a guy this intimidating when I first came here.
A lot has changed since then. The six months spent here have been the happiest in my entire life despite the intense training, pushing myself to my limits on a daily basis and the knowledge nudging at the back of my mind. They are monsters but they are no monsters toward me. They are family.
"Cole," I say quietly once I am a step away from the counter. "I found something disturbing in the woods."
There's no point to stall. I may as well get it over with and risk him killing me rather than keep guessing when or if he will. I place the camera on the counter and wait for his reaction. Narrowing his midnight eyes, his dark brows furrow in confusion. Adam hops off his seat, coming closer to get a better look.
Picking it up in his palm, studying the device carefully, "What's this?" he questions.
The only reason I've known what it was is the fact that I've seen one of those before. My former pack used similar kind of surveillance equipment in the house as well as in the surrounding forest. I've been there, watching when they installed the equipment.
"A camera," I explain, pointing at the small lens. "It's a wireless camera transmitting a signal within several miles' range. The recording device can't be far from here. I found it installed on a tree branch on my last round." Going on, I'm digging up my own grave, "Nice view of the house and all."
"Fuck, Scarlet!" Cole shouts, getting over his shock... obviously. "I told you we needed to kill him weeks ago, but no, you insisted on taking care of him in your own way."
The wrong way...
Dropping my eyes to the ground, I can't bear the look of accusation I know he's throwing at me. He's right. It's my fault. All of it.
"None of this would have happened if I listened to you, Cole," I admit, letting my guilt - my shame, drip into my voice.
"I know it's my fault. I should have done better. I should have killed him like you told me to but I... I'm stupid. Weak..." I trail off, letting the silence swallow my words. It's pointless to apologize for something that can't be undone, as pointless as it is to give him excuses. There's nothing else I can do but...
"I'm going to clean up my mess. Tonight."
Swinging on a heel, I leave the house with the knowledge that, tonight, I'm going to kill. I'm going to torture it out of him, then kill him.
No second thoughts. No remorse. No regrets.
He's going down and I'm going down with him.
(16) First Blood
|Scarlet's POV|
No time is wasted in preparation. I've had all the preparation I was ever going to need. Months of it... Months of all-consuming hunger, of denial.
It is not I but the Moon who decided instead. She is the one to bestow deliverance upon me and I, for once, find myself accepting of her gift. Whether it's a gift or a curse.
Let me be cursed if I shall.
High up on the tree, laying on the branch, I'm taking cover above ground. Waiting for him to return to the cabin all I can think about is his punishment, the one I must exert over this pathetic wolf, this measly spy who thinks he can
"Fuck!" Swearing loudly, I tear the device off the branch.
I've been lax in my patrol duties and this is the only confirmation I need. Another point on the list of my offenses.
It was a mistake not killing him on the spot as Cole advised. I know that now. A lot of good it does since the damage is already done.
I make my way down, guilt nagging at my chest with the realization... he's been spying on us. I head into the house feeling guilty and defeated. There's no way out of it now.
"Cole?" I call out as soon as I step in. "You here, Cole?"
"Kitchen," comes in answer.
Dragging myself to the kitchen, my head is hanging low in shame. I find Adam perched on a stool while Cole is busying himself preparing dinner. His cooking is amazing, which is something I never expected from a guy this intimidating when I first came here.
A lot has changed since then. The six months spent here have been the happiest in my entire life despite the intense training, pushing myself to my limits on a daily basis and the knowledge nudging at the back of my mind. They are monsters but they are no monsters toward me. They are family.
"Cole," I say quietly once I am a step away from the counter. "I found something disturbing in the woods."
There's no point to stall. I may as well get it over with and risk him killing me rather than keep guessing when or if he will. I place the camera on the counter and wait for his reaction. Narrowing his midnight eyes, his dark brows furrow in confusion. Adam hops off his seat, coming closer to get a better look.
Picking it up in his palm, studying the device carefully, "What's this?" he questions.
The only reason I've known what it was is the fact that I've seen one of those before. My former pack used similar kind of surveillance equipment in the house as well as in the surrounding forest. I've been there, watching when they installed the equipment.
"A camera," I explain, pointing at the small lens. "It's a wireless camera transmitting a signal within several miles' range. The recording device can't be far from here. I found it installed on a tree branch on my last round." Going on, I'm digging up my own grave, "Nice view of the house and all."
"Fuck, Scarlet!" Cole shouts, getting over his shock... obviously. "I told you we needed to kill him weeks ago, but no, you insisted on taking care of him in your own way."
The wrong way...
Dropping my eyes to the ground, I can't bear the look of accusation I know he's throwing at me. He's right. It's my fault. All of it.
"None of this would have happened if I listened to you, Cole," I admit, letting my guilt - my shame, drip into my voice.
"I know it's my fault. I should have done better. I should have killed him like you told me to but I... I'm stupid. Weak..." I trail off, letting the silence swallow my words. It's pointless to apologize for something that can't be undone, as pointless as it is to give him excuses. There's nothing else I can do but...
"I'm going to clean up my mess. Tonight."
Swinging on a heel, I leave the house with the knowledge that, tonight, I'm going to kill. I'm going to torture it out of him, then kill him.
No second thoughts. No remorse. No regrets.
He's going down and I'm going down with him.
(16) First Blood
|Scarlet's POV|
No time is wasted in preparation. I've had all the preparation I was ever going to need. Months of it... Months of all-consuming hunger, of denial.
It is not I but the Moon who decided instead. She is the one to bestow deliverance upon me and I, for once, find myself accepting of her gift. Whether it's a gift or a curse.
Let me be cursed if I shall.
High up on the tree, laying on the branch, I'm taking cover above ground. Waiting for him to return to the cabin all I can think about is his punishment, the one I must exert over this pathetic wolf, this measly spy who thinks he can
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