CHAPTER 8
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Evans
I puffed out smoke, leaning back on the chair with my left hand arching my head upwards. I was lost in thoughts.
In my own realm.
My father's intentions towards the marriage was yet unfathomable. Although I was displeased with the wedding, I had no choice....well, at the moment.
I could feel an unusual scent. My awareness heightened, as the hair on my unibrow rose.
There was a mix of the smell of puff together with that of the other werewolves, especially that scent which I was searching for.
"Fuckk!" I cussed, realizing whose scent it was; my father's. In a spur of the moment, I dropped the pipe in the shelf, transporting as swift as possible.
There he was.
He must have teleported. Oh! He did.
He was at the door.
I reached for the door, ran my fingers through my hair and finally turned the keys.
There he was, broad chested, in a wide brown leather cloak with his crown sitting on his head. Our eyes locked for about three seconds. Our gaze deep and fierce towards eachother.
He is my father. And I am his blood.
I felt his shoulder brush past mine. His posture was firm. He walked past me, heading to the table and picked my pipe. His cheeks squeezed as he sapped from the pipe. Afterwhich his round lips released the fumes in circles.
He was a brilliant smoker.
Of course he was.
Now, his gaze was on me. I felt the itch down my throat.
"Carmilla..." He called her name, still observing my expression... obviously .
"Your Luna looks quite frail." I heard him say.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and pulled a chair, sitting opposite.
"She must be having a hard time settling in." My eyes never left his'.
He put down the pipe and stood up abruptly. "Do not be fooled by the girl. She can be quite sneaky." He squeezed my shoulder, exuding a warning aura.
"I don't quite understand, father. She is but a..." I was saying before he cut in.
"Her father was sneaky, Evans. He was." I could sense a mix of sincerity in his voice. But I didn't know what lurked in his insincerity here. Something just felt off.
I exhaled and straightened my back to affirm my confidence before my father.
"I would watch out, father." I reassured him.
"Not that. I want you to watch her closely. You may be to insensitive to interpret some of her actions." He paused and leaned forward. His tone reduced. "I want a report of even the slightest questionable action."
I swallowed hard and nodded.
I felt his hand squeeze my shoulder again, then a slight pat on my back. His finger pattern happened to sink into my skin, not giving comfort, but revealing threats.
His shadow was what I could see leaving the door. He teleported out of the room.
Luckily, Carmilla had missed him.
She was probably in the garden again, tracing her delicate finger tips through the petals of some wildflowers.
The hot afternoon wind hit my face hard, sending my short hair in spikes; some shooting upwards, the others backwards. I squinted in the light. Sunrays were more than violent to us these days.
There she was, underneath a shade, laying on her back like a loner she was. Her hands were behind her head, her eyes wide open, not blinking.
It made me wonder if I should make a report that she was quite not normal to be staring at the sky like that.
Well that was ridiculous.
I found my legs walking towards her.
It was as thought I was magnetized by this woman.
In few seconds, I appeared right beside her head. She jerked a bit, as soon as she observed the presence of an intruder.
She sat up and crisscrossed her legs. Her floral gown spread wide on the grass.
For a moment, I felt a bit of sympathy towards her due to the lack of respect from the pack members. The only possible way to gain her respect back was to lead the female wolves into a successful shift in the forthcoming full moon.
I stretched out my hand. Her grey eyes dampened upon meeting mine. Her lashes fell and rose, giving me a horrible look with disgust. I dropped the hand.
"I do not need your help." She nearly spat. She helped herself up.
She really was a tentative woman.
My height against hers should have felt intimidating, but she was firm, though petite.
"What do you want?" Her small voice squeaked.
I frowned suddenly. "You need a tour round the castle."
"I do not need it." Her voice was firmer now.
"Carmilla!" I used a commanding tone.
She cussed and bit at her lips, looking away.
"There are places you shouldn't be. There are rules you shouldn't break. The Luna would not be exuded from receiving punishments in the pack." I said gazing down at her with a cold stare.
She nodded with a sense of meekness and anger.
I struggled with another urge to calm her and tell her I was just looking out for her, but that is not possible.
I am the Alpha, and I need to be accorded that respect.
"Follow my lead." I headed into the hallway. Heads bowed as we walked past. I now begin to bother if they would bow before my Luna if she walks alone.
I shoved the thought aside and continued the tour, with the short thin figured lady trailing behind.