Chapter 2

Mom is definitely going to pay for this. She tells me, in front of the others, to take Daniel to my room.

The problem here is that I don't want to. I make it clear as I give her a pointed look, and she ignores it as she laughs with the five women.

What's worse is that my books are in my bag on my bed, and nosy Daniel will try to get ahold of them. So, I quickly run upstairs to my room while Daniel follows me, I grasp my bag and put it under the bed before he enters my tidy room.

He whistles as his onyx eyes greedily maneuvers over my humble closet, to my white bedside table and the photos on the navy wall over my bed. He walks to the mirror in confidence as he checks his windswept hair.

"I wish I could stay longer here, but I have a party to go to in an hour," he starts with his stupid, arrogant smirk. As if I would stop him from his silly party full of airheads. He will probably see my brother there since he's our longtime neighbor, not only my bully.

I exhale in relief at the fact that he's going to leave. I don't like how he takes a seat on my favorite brown rocking chair, the same one for reading, and that stresses me out as I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from throwing him over my tall window, or saying anything bad to him.

"Cool, have fun," I warily comment when he gives me a glance to respond to his statement. I can't wait till he's out of here and I can take solace inside the warmth of my books.

"Won't you miss me?" he puts one leg over the other as he leans back on the chair. I throw up internally as I sit frozen on my bed.

"Kidding, I know you hate me," he responds when he sees my clueless face, then he stands up from the chair, finally, and nears me.

I back away tenaciously at his approach, my hands shake behind me as I get up from the other side of the bed.

"What do you want?" I inquire in my fearful voice, and he seems to take pleasure at my uncomfortable state when my back gets stuck to the wall.

He tilts his head and stares at me. His breath fans my cheek and my lips tremble at the invasion of my privacy, but what he says next makes tremor-like tingles all over my body.

"I want you." He states as he places a kiss on my jaw, and my frail hands defensively hits his buffed chest, his mouth gets to my neck, and I fail to scream as his hand slaps my lips.

I don't have any space to bite and my body goes high on adrenaline when I opt out for a kick on his jewels, but his other hand lowers my knee painfully. He seems to radiate power from his body that is too abnormal for a human.

Oh, hell.

I feel something rigid poking on my neck and I lower my head enough to spot his canines. He's going to mark me, and that is enough when my leg bashes into his, making his hold falter enough for me to duck and escape.

My hand reaches for the door and I successfully open it before he pulls my hair, but I have another plan as I scream as loud as I can for mom and the guests. I don't care if they think that I am a lunatic.

"You little bitch," he tugs harder on my hair and the feverish tears go down my cheeks at the harsh stings on my scalp, "you'll pay for that."

He lets go of my hair when mom appears with concern written on her face with a manipulative smile on his face.

"Is everything okay here? I heard a scream," mom asks as she looks all over my appearance to make sure that I am alright.

"Yes, we were just playing chase," I answer breathlessly, "mom, Daniel wants to go to a party now," I inform her as exhaustion takes over once the adrenaline simmers down.

She looks at Daniel dreamily, and I frown at the sudden affection, only to see Daniel's eyes brighten with compulsion.

I grab her by the arm and pull her away from the beast, I drag her away from Daniel and sit down with her and the chattering women.

"-That's the best kitchen I ever saw, it's unfortunate they don't have a discount," the gray-haired woman speaks to the other, Maria's forest eyes averts to me, and I glower at her to let her know about her son's nature.

"We should go now," Maria dusts off her pants as she smiles at everyone with ease, the rest of the women persuades her to stay, but she refuses when she witnesses my raised eyebrow. Daniel joins her, but not without a threatening glimpse my way.

Maria grips her son's arm and he looks down at her scornfully. I grow confused when I learn that Maria scolds her son as they stare at each other, thinking that I don't know about the mindlink.

"See you later." Daniel fakes a sweet smile as he bids everyone farewell, before they walk off to their house.

"He's such a sweet boy," as if this evening isn't torture, mom just has to oblivious enough to drop hints about the werewolf.

"Sure, he is." I disregard her opinion as I flick my hair to see a bunch of strands falling off, it's enough for me to dash back to my room as I see a pale scar on top of my forehead.

My heart falls to my stomach when I touch the scar, and it glows. I lay on the floor to get my bag out from underneath the bed and take out my three books for research as my body shivers due to the traumatic assault.

I have to be stronger than this. I repeat this mantra over and over in my head as my frantic eyes dwell on the picture of the first page under the title 'Wolf Scars' by Dr. Jonathen.

It's a scar that looks exactly like mine, I don't waste a minute as I read more about the scar, and what I see horrifies me.

Scar of Death, a scar that would only be healed by a wolf. If it's not healed by forty-eight hours, I will die.