JC

Drake came back in the room, frantically after I had laid on the bed in satisfaction and exhaustion. He sported a black and purple eye and an busted lip.

"Are you okay?" He asked speed walking to my side, his jaw clenched shut as he looked over for any sign of trauma or scent. The rogue must have knocked Drake out when he was getting ice. It makes me wonder how long I was being watched. How had this rogue known about Drake?

I nodded, and decided to lie again to Drake about how I miraculously was able to defend myself from the lusty rogue.

"I puked on him." I say without thinking to hard. I look at Drake to watch his reaction.

I wish I had puked on him.

"Really? Wow, I guess that turned him off." Drake laughed and visibly relaxed. He set the ice down on the floor and sat on the bed with me.

"Are you okay?" He asked again, looking at me in a different way. He wasn't asking about my physical health, he was asking about my mental health.

Am I okay? The question put me in a tight spot and I felt as if it's going to be harder to lie about it. I am not okay.

I settled for simply nodding and avoiding eye contact with Drake.

"After I cool down I need to leave and go somewhere. That rogue may bring his friends back." I acknowledge. His eyes are still trained on me as I get up from the bed and grab the buckets of ice. I walk in the bathroom and close the door gently behind me, giving him a slight smile before closing it completely.

The pain was creeping back up and the ice helped but using whatever abilities I have- helped so much more. It pretty much made it nonexistent for a short while. I itched to do it again. But this side of me I have, it's evil. It has to be. I mean look at my eyes for instance.

They are dark and the only light that is in them are the silver. They look completely demonic in my opinion and scare the life out of me anytime I look in the mirror after using a little "magic."

Would I even call this magic? What should I call it? Powers? Abilities? Gift? Curse? How is any of this fair to me?

I have wanted to research my condition but I'm too scared for what I will find or who will find me after monitoring my phone. I could go to a local library, but what if there is no research article explaining what has happened to me? What then?

All I knew best was how to ignore it. I kept this side of me hidden for so long, and only use it on emergency occasions. Is that bad of me? Will the Moon Goddess strip me of my wolf because of this darkness I carry in me?

Where did I get this from? I had so many unanswered questions. I want to dig in and find out the answers to them.

I look in the mirror and let my robe fall to the ground. My brunette hair passes my collarbones to the top of my breast. I needed to be brushed but looked decent, as if had the flattering wind blown look. The birthmark is clearly visible and dark. I take time to even admire that. It is a beautiful birthmark, it is in a perfect place. I wanted to show it off and be care free.

My negativity came back in my mind, and I started seeing less beauty and more ugly. I want to hate myself. I am a freak.

We don't understand what's happening but we are good Jacqueline. My wolf pipes in and says. We are good, we trying to be at least. Having these powers doesn't seem like a good idea to be me. There is no telling what this curse will turn me into, a monster no doubt. I would most likely thrive on creating chaos and killing, isn't that what demons do?

You don't know if you are a demon! My wolf angrily says to me. She and I had decided that she and this power, curse, or ability-whatever it is- it is not connected to her.

It's connected to my human body.

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The three of us were in Miami now, surrounded be all kinds of people. Human's apparently don't care to die, they will walk right in front of a vehicle that's driving down the road, and flash a smile.

Makes me want to run them over even more.

I'm very irritated by now, the drive here was awkward and uncomfortable. I had the feeling neither Allen or Jackie liked me very much. I was becoming anxious and protective in each passing moment.

Allen now relied on me to point in which direction we should go. We weren't even sure we were in the right place until I caught a small piece of her scent. I felt like I was in predator mode hunting for his prey.

Don't let her get away this time. My wolf orders. He wanted me to give him control, but we are in a city full of humans, vampires, and witches alike. All of our species aren't every kin of one another. If for example, a vampire decides they want to kill me because I shifted or created problems in their turf, they have a given right to.

Witches however, they are sneaky and will kill you if they think it will benefit them. Werewolf blood was special to them. It is said that our blood has healing and regenerative properties. Some witches apparently practice and thankfully only take rouges. If one of their witches die, they try to preserve or even bring that witch's body back to life using our blood.

That's why they are the most hated supernatural being. They do more harm than good. Their population is decreasing and they should be completely wiped off the map within the next one-hundred years.

"Stop here." I say, the car comes to a screeching halt and I turn my head to a motel.

"She's in there." I conclude and get out the car, running to the front door. I feel like I am in race to get to her before other mutts do. I'm ready to fight anyone who stands in my way from getting to her.

Upon opening the door, I can smell her easily and press the elevator button.

"Oh I am sorry sir, the elevator is out of order." A woman said behind me, at the reception desk. I hadn't even noticed her, but then again, I only have one thing on my mind.

I growl under my breath and look at the stair well entrance door and go up the stairs.

"JC!" I growl, feeling myself getting closer to her. I smelt another wolf, a male. His smell was familiar, but I couldn't pin point a face to the scent. I would had known if something happened between them right?

I near a room that I know she has to be in. "JC." I knock on the door. I would normally break it down but I wanted a good first impression. She and the other wolf couldn't had been together in that way, I would have felt the pain of my mate with another man.

So why is this wolf here? How is resisting her?

The door stays shut and I can't hear anyone inside. I turn the door knob and it opens to an empty room but the scent knocks me off my feet. How could I be so close but so far away from her? There were no heartbeats in this room.

"Damn." I curse and walk in the room, evaluating the surroundings and indulging on my mate's last traces.

Allen and Jackie run into the room and the look on Jackie's face also finding it empty is devastating. I sit on the bed, the sheets were still slept in and the couch had a blanket draped across the back.

"She's not here?" Allen asks and walks around the room, then to the bathroom.

I follow him, "No. They probably left about 2 hours ago."

"They? Who's with her?" Jackie asked, concerned. A pain hits my heard in dread.

"Another wolf, a male." Allen says so I don't have to say it. Jealous is a understatement for me, I should be with her. I should be getting her through this.

I want to kill whoever it is.

Jackie stays silent as we look in the bathroom. Maybe we can find clues to find them.

"There is still ice in the tub." Allen says confused. Ice?

"Ice helps cool a body down in heat, that must have been the only way she could get relief." Jackie inputs and walks out the door.

Allen and I were left in the bathroom. He turns to me sympathetically. "Look man, I'm sorry. Did you know she was with another wolf?"

I growl, "She wasn't with him like that. I would have known."

Allen nodded and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to myself. Why does she keep running away? Like what's the real reason?

I look around the bathroom again, then walk out to the bedroom where I catch a smell of the male again. Anger bubbles up into my chest and I could feel my wolf wanting to scratch out and track her himself.

He couldn't do that however, like I said we could be killed for posing a threat.

"C'Mon. We got to go, they couldn't had gotten far. "