The Alpha’s Desire 2(27)

 

 

 

With no idea how long I’d been unconscious after my graceful trip backwards over the couch, I now saw that not a single piece of furniture remained standing. Not that any of it had cost a whole lot, but none of it could ever be used again. The coffee table rested as a mound of wood. It could no longer hold as much as a cup, but it could make a good start for a bonfire. In fact, burning down this room seemed the only logical way to hide the evidence. I’d just killed a man, so why not add arson to my list of crimes?

 

 

 

Anger welled up inside me, at myself, for what I’d done as well as for the self-criticism of my actions. Even that didn’t make sense. My life, was so out of control, and I teetered on a thin line between powering through and shutting down. My favorite candle had been sliced in half, I guessed by a reckless claw. This didn’t upset me, though, like the book that had not only lost its bookmark, but some of its pages. A sweet love story, a book had never seemed more like fiction than that one did right now.

 

 

 

“Maybe it deserved its fate,” I spit out.

 

 

 

“It?” Lex questioned. “Is that also how you see me?”

 

 

 

“What?” I asked confused.

 

 

 

“Do you see me as an ‘it’, as you do him?” Lex muttered his question.

 

 

 

“The it was my book. Sorry... I let my mind wonder over the state of the room since you’d said you were healing. You are healing, right?”

 

 

 

“Yes, I am, even as we speak. So no more worries. I’m sorry about your room. It can be fixed.”

 

 

 

I granted him a weak nod, the best I could offer, as I went back to looking around.

 

 

 

The couch and chair, turned over and torn, appeared beyond anything I’d ever seen in a horror movie. Shredded cushions soaked with blood splatters had been tossed about the floor, leaving only shells of furniture. It had been an ugly print anyway... I mean, who could be picky when shopping clearance in a bargain basement furniture store? The pattern could have only been improved by the splattering of some paint, but blood made it a whole other vision.

 

 

 

My television, while not huge, had been an investment into my own entertainment. I’d gotten a mid-sized flat screen not too long ago in an odd sort of celebration for my savings account having reached a certain number amount. The thing now laid beside the broken-up pressboard entertainment stand. From the size of the whole in the middle, I’d guess a paw had kicked through it.

 

 

 

After surveying the damage, how I had not been mauled myself as I’d lain there unconscious, I would never know. I decided not to even dare ask.

 

 

 

“How long was I out?” I quizzed, puzzled at how I hadn’t seen this extent of damage happen, just based on a little bump on the head that hadn’t even produced blood.

 

 

 

“I think you more passed out. You seemed awful pale and dizzy as you tripped over the couch. I didn’t see or hear your head hit. I think the sudden rush of falling just became too much for you,” he explained, his hand squeezing mine. “It didn’t take three wolves long to cause this mess. We are a little oversized in that form to fit comfortably in a living room this size anyway, or any size, for that matter.”

 

 

 

“It’s not that small... In fact, the size of it was the selling point when I first looked at the place,” I muttered, and then my brain caught up with the conversation, at the ridiculousness of it given what had just occurred and what we faced.

 

 

 

What do we face outside of a massive clean up?

 

 

 

“So, is that it? You… I mean we, killed them?” I asked in the mimic of a hopeful tone.

 

 

 

“Right,” Lex huffed in derision. “They send the weakest to do their dirty work. The disposable ones, the ones they turn with bites and train. The true bloodline, ones born as werewolves, they call the shots from wherever it is they live and hide. And, so the wolves like this, they just keep coming because they just make more of them.”

 

 

 

“Great. I’m not sure where to begin on fixing this apartment now, let along having to do it again. I’m definitely going to lose my security deposit. I’m guessing that no one is home below or beside me, as there’ve been no knocks on my door. I can’t believe that the ruckus hasn’t brought up the whole building.”

 

 

 

“They are smart that way. In fact, they often find lures, men to get all humans not involved out of the way before a potential attack. They can’t risk being seen. Humans who do see them, despite their efforts... well, sadly, they die. They have no respect really for your race. They find themselves superior beings no matter what form they take.”