BEASTLY INFERNO:7

"I'm going to show you how to butcher a body and give you a human anatomy lesson as a bonus".

~ Tristan

"I'm going to show you how to butcher a body and give you a human anatomy lesson as a bonus," Tristan said, his voice cold and detached.

The man fell to his knees, a trembling mess. "Please, sir... I have a wife and children. I did it for the money—please, don't kill me. I beg you."

I felt tears running down my cheeks, dripping off my chin, but I didn't care. Why is this happening? One minute I was with Elle, and the next, I'm in the middle of a massacre.

Tristan's eyes flashed with anger as he yanked the man to his feet. "Touching story... why not add that your grandmother is in a wheelchair or your grandfather has lung cancer!"

I gasped, staring at Tristan in disbelief. How could he be so heartless?

"Tristan..." Heather's voice cut through the tension like a blade. She stood with a smirk, Dimitri by her side. "Bring him to me."

Tristan dragged the man by his collar, throwing him at Heather's feet.

"I forgive you," she said sweetly, her smile never reaching her eyes. "So, I'm going to make this quick and painless."

Her nails extended, gleaming like talons under the moonlight. With Dimitri's help, she plunged her claws into the man's neck. His face twisted in agony as she tore upward, severing his head cleanly from his body. Blood spattered like rain as his lifeless body slumped to the ground.

Heather dropped the head to the floor with a grimace, swiping her hand in disgust. "Baby, I got my hands dirty," she said, pouting at Dimitri.

He laughed, scooping her into his arms. "You'll survive." With that, they disappeared into one of the houses.

Five men. I had just watched the brutal slaughter of five men by the people who called me theirs. The crowd began to disperse, some dragging the bodies away. Within minutes, it was like nothing had happened.

Tristan approached me, his expression unreadable. Before I could protest, he picked me up effortlessly. Too weak to resist, I let him carry me to his house.

The moment my feet touched the floor, I bolted to the bathroom and retched into the toilet. My stomach twisted painfully, my head pounding with the force of a jackhammer. When I finally stopped, I looked in the mirror and barely recognized the hollow-eyed figure staring back. My hands were still stained with blood—his blood.

I scrubbed furiously at the sink, fresh tears streaming down my face. When the blood was gone, I splashed water on my face and took a shaky breath.

Tristan was waiting when I stepped out. "Come. You must be hungry," he said.

I glared at him. "I'm not hungry," I snapped, turning toward the bedroom.

He followed closely, his voice hardening. "I heard you retching. You need food."

I spun around to face him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I shouted. "You just killed five people in front of me! I-I don't want this! I want to go home!"

A cruel laugh escaped his lips, making my blood boil. Without thinking, I slapped him. Hard.

He didn't even flinch. His hand tightened around my arm, and I winced in pain.

"I told you, Neroli..." He trailed off, releasing me abruptly. Without another word, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

I collapsed onto the bed, sobbing into the pillow. I wanted to go home.

I don't know how long I stayed there, but when I finally emerged, the house was silent, the sky outside dark. My stomach growled, but I couldn't bring myself to eat.

I searched for my phone but found nothing. Frustrated, I wandered into the living room and turned on the TV, though I barely paid attention. My gaze fell on a small bookshelf near the television stand.

Curious, I walked over, fingers trailing over the spines of the books. Most were classics, but one title caught my eye—Wolf.

I pulled it out, sat on the couch, and began reading.

The werewolf

The werewolf is a mythological animal and the subject of many stories throughout the world-and more than a few nightmares. Werewolves are, according to some legends, people who morph into vicious, powerful wolves. Others are a mutant combination of human and wolf. But all are bloodthirsty beasts who cannot control their lust for killing people and animals.

I stopped reading and then kept flipped to another page.

The page was filled with a gruesome picture of a massacre going on and i quickly flipped the page.

Packs

Werewolf packs live in groups together, usually in small rural areas. They can be any number from 4 to up to 100 with a hierarchy. The majority of werewolves live and blend in with normal humans, but they do not separate too far from each other. They have jobs, go to school, pay taxes, and live like normal law-abiding citizens (for the most part). But some packs of werewolves live absolutely traditional, meaning they never shift to their human skin. They live in their feral forms all the time, dwelling in the mountains and forests with real wolves. This practice is long but extinct, but there are still werewolves out there who prefer to avoid the costly lifestyle that comes with being a human.

Packs are composed of several status' of leadership. Alpha male, beta male, the mid-rank, and omega. Each part is significant and important in the success of the pack.

I paused at that. Was Tristan even a wolf?. He said he was so much more. But for you to belong in a pack you must be a wolf...right?. I flipped to the next page.

Mating Rituals

Traditionally, sexual intercourse is done for the specific purpose of bringing young ones into the world, and only the alpha male and female have the children in the pack. But, in the world of humans, that is difficult to do, so sexual intercourse (like human nature) is both recreational and for creating offspring.

When wolves mate, they can do it in any form (anthro, feral or human), though most prefer to do it in human form. And of course, its as normal as anyone would think it is.

Just like regular wolves, werewolves have cycles of heat, in which they have a strong desire to mate. This usually happens only with the females, but with most werewolves, the men have cycles of heat too, which occur once a year, usually in the winter time. This heat cycle normally lasts five to ten days.

I felt heat run up my cheeks at the thought of sleeping with Tristan, brushing the thought off i flip the page.Wolf myths, are werewolves real?, wolf curse, Rejection. I paused at that chapter and quickly started to read on it;

Rejection

Though this rarely happens, sometimes. A wolf gets tired of waiting for his/her mate and decides to pick another or if their mate has been disloyal. If they find their true mate. They can either decide to stay with him/her or reject them by saying this words

I ...(your name/surname) ... Reject you as my mate. I will neither honor you nor will i stay loyal to you.

My heart started to beat fast. I can reject Tristan!. I don't even know if it will work but it was worth a shot. I memorized the rejection words over and over again.

I heard a car pull over and then stopped up in anticipation at what i was going to do. Footsteps could be heard walk up the front door. Taking a deep breath with my eyes closed. I opened them up firmly

Here goes nothing..........