CHAPTER 4

　　Elizabeth's Point Of View

　　Taking fast steps, I go back to where I was supposed to meet Alexandra. The parking lot of the supermarket. I look around at the empty parking lot and then see a familiar red hair. My eyebrows furrow at the scene.

　　A man is standing close to her, caging her between himself and the wall. Taking a few steps forward, I catch a glimpse of Alexandra's horrified face, my stomach twists into a tight knot.

　　Half marching, half running I go towards them and catch a throaty voice saying, "Why so afraid of me, baby?" The dog is saying. "All I'm asking is—"

　　I grab his arm and turn him around. Unthinking, uncaring, on pure instinct, my hand raises and... Slap!

　　I pull Alexandra away from him, she clings to my arm, and silent tears are running down her face.

　　"You bloody bitch!" The man hisses, his eyes on Alexandra rather than me.

　　"What are you staring at, you asshole!" I gave him a death glare that makes him angrier than ever.

　　"You!" He turns his face to me. "You just wait until—"

　　"What is going on here?"

　　I freeze as the deep, powerful voice reaches my ears. Unfamiliar, yet oddly known. Out of their own volition, my eyes fly to the source of the sound. My breath hitches.

　　A tall, well-built figures walk up to us. A perfectly angular face, a jaw sharp enough to break rocks on it, a straight nose, and a subtle tan on smooth skin. Dark, stormy blue eyes meet mine and for one single moment, I feel like...

　　"What is this, soldier?" He asked the other man.

　　"This female was attacking me, Sir." He glares at me while pointing.

　　Dark blue eyes turn to me, a hint of irritation evident in them. Alright, maybe I look like I can kill someone right now but there's no way this man would be a big enough jerk to—

　　"Apologize." I stared at him in amazement. Wow, he just broke all the records.

　　"No, I will not apologize," I snap, eyes ablaze with anger. "Your soldier was harassing my friend!" I pointed out.

　　The newcomer's eyes go to the ghastly pale girl trying to hide behind me. "Is that true?" He asked the asshole.

　　"You're asking him?" I blurted out, my voice portraying my anger. "Are you blind or what? Can't you see her face?"

　　A low growl rumbles in his throat, and his jaw tightens. Apparently, no one's ever talked to him like I did.

　　"Do not interrupt me when I'm talking," he throws a glance of supreme disapproval in our direction, and Alexandra whimpers a little.

　　"I don't have time for such ridiculous arguments anyway..."

　　My eyes widened. "Ridiculous arguments?!" I was thinking if I should slap him too. "Your employee just did something completely immoral and you'll walk away like a man with no honor?"

　　Lighting flashes in his eyes and he takes a step forward. I register the power radiating from him, my muscles start itching, and my eyes wanted to blink and looked away but I don't back down.

　　"Do you know who I am?" He asked or rather demanded.

　　"Of course I do," I said, much to his surprise. "You're a textbook jerk!"

　　I turned my face away, grab Alexandra's arm, and walked away, very aware of the piercing blue eyes staring at me until I'm out of sight.

　　"You okay?" I asked Alexandra when we are far enough.

　　She smiled. "I'm fine, just a bit shaken," she mumbles.

　　"Don't sweat it. Let's go back, someone else can get the other things," I put my arms around her, hoping to be of some comfort.

　　"You shouldn't have done what you did, Elizabeth. Maybe those are guests or something, you might get in trouble," she said as we start walking.

　　"Screw trouble," I said. "Men who can't respect women are like dogs and men who can't stand those men are bitches."

　　A smile tugs at her lips. "You are crazy..."

　　I grin and agree, "Crazy awesome."

　　After I leave Alexandra with Martin. I go to my own room. Entering the small perfect square place gives me an air of home.

　　I go to my small dresser and catch a glimpse of my reflection. Pin-straight, honey-brown hair reaches the middle of my back. Doe Hazel eyes, a dainty nose, a heart-shaped face. A smile tugs at my pink lips.

　　At least good looks aren't for the higher ranks. I'd say I'm fairly cute. I go through my drawer and take out a small, brown notebook.

　　My diary, yeah, anyone who knows me won't believe I have one. But I do have this little product of tree death and I like to call it. The little bitch. I open an empty page and start writing.

　　"Elizabeth!"

　　"I'm not doing anything!" I snap the cover shut.

　　"He's here, sweetie!" Mom says, ignoring my statement. "Sebastian is back!"

　　"Oh my god," I said monotonously as I put my diary back. "Woo-Hoo!" forcing a smile.

　　"Don't be so dry, dear." Mom takes my arm. "Come on, at least have a look at him!"

　　He's the most handsome man I've ever seen. I just remember what Daisy had said. Well, let's see what this Mr. Universe looks like.

　　Mom and I enter the great hall built beside the pack house for meetings or celebrations. The scent of at least a hundred Lycans perfumes and fool reaches my nose at once. The place is packed, a lot more people are here than I expected.

　　Probably because they invited guests from neighboring packs too.

　　"Look! There on the stage!" Mom said loudly to me.

　　I look ahead, above the sea of people, at the stage and my eyes widen. Dark, stormy blue eyes stare back at me as if they've been looking for me this entire time. I swallow thickly. I'm screwed.

　　"Isn't he handsome?" Mom asked me.