When the wolves come knocking by Becca (android pdf ebook reader txt) 📕

speeking. "Open your eyes" he whispered. I couldn't, I didnt want to. It would hurt to much. "Please, just do it" he pleaded. I slowly opened them, just could only squint, it hurt to much. Demetri was looking pleadingly at me, Aliki standing behind him worry was all over both there faces. "Take these, we're pretty sure it'll make it go away" he said putting 2 small white pills in my hand. I clasped my hand around them and clenched my eyes. I quickly took them with out water and went back to holding my head. Slowly, the pain receded. All that was left was a quite room, and Aliki and Demetri both sighed. All the pain took every ounce of energy out of me, and I praticaly fell back down on the bed and passed out.

I woke up the same place I fell asleep, adn Demetri was on the couch looking at me. "You okay?" he asked warily. I nodded slowly getting up. I was still tired, but couldn't gp back to sleep knowing Demetri was watching me. Then I rembered what happened, the pain shoothing through my head.... I flinched at rembering. Demetri slowly came twords me. "What was that about?" he asked gently. I thought about what I should say, not sure if I could trust him. I came up with somthing. "You should know" I said. Demetri looked at me hard. "I don't know. All Im trying to do is help you. If I was you I wouldnt want that happening again" he sounded angry. I flinched back at the harshness of his words. "I was kicked in the head 3 years ago" I said looking away form him. I heard him sigh and the bed shift. "Im sorry" he said, putting his hand over mine. I tryed to pull it away before he saw, too late. His grip tightened on ym hand and brought it closer so he could see. "Why?" he asked angerly. He traced the scars that were over my wrist with his finger. I didnt answer, he didn't need to know. His grip tightened. "Stop it. Tell me why" he demanded. I shook my head 'no'. I was happy I had changed shirts before dinner, or else he would have seen the rest. Too late for that too, because when I turned away, the sleeve pulled up just enough to see part to it. Demetri took my arm and pulled up my sleeve. I tryed to pull back, but he was gripping it like my arm would break. "Take your shirt off" he demanded. I quickly stared at him wide eyed. "Do it" he said again. I glared at him angerly. "Like hell I will" I hissed. He glared back at me. "Do it or I'll make you do it" he growled. My anger depleated and I resorted to pleading. "Please don't make me" I pleaded. His voice stayed sharp. "Now" he demanded. I slowly and reluctently took my shirt off. I was very happy I was wearing a bra. He stared wide eyed at me. Scars was on my stomach, back and shoulders. He pulled me up to I was standing. I did so as a puppet, with my head hanging, tears forming. He traced over the deepest one, on my side, and I flinched away. He continued tracing the scars lightly. Finall he spoke, "Who?" his voice sounded cracked. I didn't hold back my answer, knowing he would just make me say it. "My father" I whispered.

Demetri didn't ask any more. After I told him, he stormed out of the room, and I could hear yelling outside of my room. I quickly put my shirt back on. I felt violated. I looked for a way to get out of here. No window, as suspected. No way out. I wanted to scream, from all that happened, Demetri, my missing my firends, missing my mother, and Demetri painfully bring back up the memory of my father. Demetri came back in, seeming to have calmed down. "Im sorry. Really. I just got mad at seeing..." he trailed off. He came closer to me. I stepped back. "Im sorry, please just come with me. My father wants to tell you why your here" he said, taking my hand. I flinched back, but fallowed him out. Out of the house thats in a house, down the hall, and to a diffrent house in a house. A young looking man sat at a table. He had blond hair that was smoothed back, and was tall with meadium build. "Charolette" he greeted smiling. He gestured to the other chairs around the table. I reluctently sat next to Demetri.

"Ok heres the long story short, our clan has been fallowing you ever since you were born. At first, we only fallowed you until you were 3, but then you moved and we lost track of you. We recently found where you were 2 years ago. You are the only remaining decendent from the Belka family. The Belka and Arlago family's have been ruling our clan/ colonie from the begining. Now, You are the last of the Belka and your hear to fill your rightfull place as ruler, with Demetri. That meaning you will be married." he stopped and looked at me expectantly. Seeing I didnt have comment, he continued. "Your parents died from a rivail clan only hours after you were born, and you were adopted to who your foster parents are now.By clan, Im meaning we are all shifter, wolf shifters. And so are you. The only thing you are really expected to do is.... carry on the blood line." he said akwardly.

I was staring at him, the bottom jaw hanging open. After a few seconds I recovered. "What? Like hell I will, and I was not adopted" I said angerly, trying to stand up. Someone was pushing my shoulders down so I stayed in the chair. I looked up and saw a man, proubly in his 30's, brown, short cut hair. He was looking down at me warningly. I stayed in my seat. "You must think about this, it is very important to the clan" he said. I looked to Demetri, he was looking down at the table, as if embaressed. I shook my head when I looked back to Demetri's father. "Please do think about it" he sighed, getting up from his seat. He walked over to me, and replaced the guy behind me hands with his own. He looked directly into my eyes. "Think about how important this is" he said. His voice almost sounded enchanted. It did sound important.... I snapped out of the trance and flinced back closing my eyes. "Dont try that on me" I hissed. My mother had taught me about it, its called persuasion. Persding you to do anything. I was pretty good at it myself. I opened my eyes when his hands left my shoulders. He looked a little suprised that I knew what he was doing. He smiled lightly, "just seeing if I could change your mind" he said. He walked out of the room, same with the guy who held me in the chair. Thoughts whirled in my head. Adopted? Shifter? Royal? Marrige? Children?! Demetri sighently stoood up and and touched my arm. I jumpped when he touched me, forgetting where I was. I was standing now. "He just really cares about the clan. Its going throught hard times right now" he said. I shook my head and stubernly looked at a wall. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "Why won't you ever listen to reason? He wants to help, even if it means forcing it out of some people." he said frusterdly. I glared at him. "Yeah, poor me I just happen to stand in all yours way" I hissed. Yup, I was pretty sure I would die first before I ever married him, let alone ever have children. "Its not like that....everyone cares about you, its just you can be really annoying" he cracked a grin at the last statement. I however, did not. "I am not annoying" I said tearing my face from his grasp. He chuckled and grabbed my hand, "Lets go for a walk"

He led me through doors,and halls, aginest my prostests. Finally we made it outside, I was most likly around 4:00 pm, since it was just getting dark. Still the sun was up. I said nouthing as he tooks me down a path that started in a lightly wooded area, then the woods became thick. He still held my hand, and I pryed mine away. He looked questionatly at me, raising one eyebrow. Okay, I was only jelous of one thing, and that was it. "I...I dont wanna go any further" I said looking down. He looked like he was about to question me but stopped and he turned around instantly. Kinda a second too slow, becasue a deamon shot at him as quick as lighting, and sent him flying back. The deamon wasn't what like you would espect to see. He looked human, other that the red eyes and pale skin, and being what looked like 7 feet tall. I stared wide eyed at it and back up into a tree. He grinned evily at me, taking his take walking twards me.

Demetri had flown into a tree, and was not tring to get free of the tree. The deamon launched itsself at me, and I however unlike Demetri wasn't a second too slow. I swiftly moved to the right, snapping out of my daze. The deamon hissed angerly and lundged at me again. I twisted out of the way, mostly. One of hims claws caught me and sent me tumbling. I could hear Demetri trying franticaly to get out of the tree. I quicky stood up. I didnt like being on the defenceve, so I decided to go on the ofenceve. The deamon came at me again, pridicting me to move again. I did, but also kicking in his gut. He grunted, but it didnt faze him that much, and he kicked out back at me, nailing me in the head and sending me flying. My vison blurred and I couldn't standy back up. Oh god, he got me good.

I reached up and touched my head, I was guessing I had a concussion, from all the blood that came back on my hand. The deamon was crouching by me. "Your indeed a fighter, and how your body moves...mmmm, makes me wonder how you'll taste" he licked his lips. I glared back at him and feebly tryed to punch his face. He caught my fist and smirked. "You sure you'r seeing all right, you look pretty bad" he grinned. If only he had the pain I had before, then he would understand how this was nouthing to me. I was getting dizzer now, and couldn't even sit up. I really wished he could feel all that pain... watch him suffer, like the rest of them made my sister suffer.... my anger grew with my haze, and somthing in the deamons face shifted, and he started screaming. I mean screaming, and if I could, I would have put my hands over my eyes. He let go of my fist and began squirrming on the ground.

I stared shocked, had I done that? Nope, no possible way. Demetri and finally been able to get out of the tree now, and ran over to the deamon, his eyes were just as wide as mine. His suprise didnt last long, and he took out a black metal stake and shoved it in to the deamons head. He quickly moved twords me. "Char, are you all right?" he asked comming twords me. Worry coated his words, and it showed on his face. Stupid question, seeing as how obiousily I