"Let me pass, Cesar," I told the skinny boy.
"I can't, Noa. Timoteo ordered that we don't allow you to get close to Brais." He was trying to look secure in his words but his sweaty hands and elusive eyes showed he was afraid of me. I approached his ear.
"I want you to imagine the worst thing Tim could do to you," I whispered. "And now I want you to multiply twenty times." I grabbed his forearm and squeezed it.
He knelt. "Noa please, he doesn't wanna see you either."
I let him free and carried on my path. "This isn't true."
Brais was in the high part of the hill. He had spent most of his time as a human form on the hill near one of the circle's cavern entrances. I wasn't sure what he did this time. Asshole Tim didn't let me see him from the incident of the first day and I was tired of waiting. I saw him resting on the grass with his eyes closed and taking deep breaths. He seemed calm.
"Brais, my love." His face changed immediately when he heard my voice. "I'm sorry it took so long to come see you."
He gave a look of hate and started to undress taking off his t-shirt. I couldn't help but admire his toned torso.
"You don't have to say sorry for that." Hearing his voice again almost made me cry with happiness. "I wish not to see you again in what remains of my life, now fuck off!"
His words hurt in a way that I don't know words could hurt. He continued undressing while tears started to flow from my eyes.
"You cannot be serious. You said you loved me."
He was unemotional before my suffering. Never was he able to close his heart in this way. He was one of the most sympathetic people that I had known in my life.
"I said. For this reason, I'm here, being your prisoner, a prisoner of a promise which I should never have made. I'm going." He undresses completely and heads to the forest. I grabbed his wrist.
"This wasn't my plan," I said with tears in my eyes.
He looked into my eyes. "Did Tim force you to chain me?"
"Not, but..." I slurred.
He looked just behind me ignoring my presence. "Cesar, I will be here in an hour. Tell Tim it's not necessary to send another search team." He broke free easily from my grip, changed into an eagle, and flew away.
Cesar approached me "Are you..." He stopped before my murderous look. I wiped my tears and headed to my room in the caverns. The next hour could be summarized as me yelling and breaking furniture and blankets. Not a healthy reaction, but compared to my teenage years, a great step forward. Between the clothes that I was spreading and tearing in my angry attack, I found the miniskirt. The fucking miniskirt that I dressed when I met him. The anger turned into sadness. I sat down on the floor and I started to cry remembering our past.
I had met him at a party, well something similar. I had changed packs two or three weeks before. My childhood had been complicated, my spirit had woken up too aggressive, and for this reason, I had ended up in Juan's pack.
Juan was one of the most experienced alpha in our circle, we had his territory on a secluded mountain and although territory wasn't important among the rest of the packs, it was important for him. Although no one wanted to say it, Juan's pack was a kind of prison, without barracks but its objective was similar. Reeducate problematic elements. And, I was one of them.
But, I was finally ready and I could join a new pack to live a more normal life. I was eighteen and joining a typical pack with an old alpha sounded boring. I was near to joining Tim's pack at the first moment but a conversation with the leader of the circle made it clear to me that it wasn't a good idea. Then, I knew Beatriz Dowling, a red-head twenty-five-years-old alpha. She was spectacular, and most of its members were young girls like me.
However, the beginning wasn't as good as I expected. I was the aggressive rookie and I couldn't stand most of those girls, the feeling was mutual.
Then, the party. There was a dive, A chá do lobo, when serving liquor for druids, the problem is that it was fucking far from everything and we had to use a car to go. This means that someone had not to drink and I was the rookie. Car duty for me. It wasn't a problem at first because I had been texting with a sexy beta of another pack and we were going to meet, and likely fuck at the party.
However, my good mood and my desire for fun disappeared soon. It took a while to find him. He was kissing another girl. My alpha, Beatriz, approached me. I guess it was pretty clear my anger.
"Are you okay?" She asked while I was resisting my desire to break the neck of the guy.
"Yes," I grumbled. "Can I drink something strong?"
"I'm sorry, we have already drunk something."
"Great," I muttered.
"It is a private room without music and calmer than here on the second floor. If you need to, I can send someone with you. I see you are a little tense."
"No, it's okay. I prefer to be alone."
I headed to the private room. I climbed the stairs and arrive in a small room with soft lights and a balcony from which you could see the dance floor and the fucking asshole with his new chick.
My spirit took over me and I kicked a metallic bin which crashed into the ceiling and fell on a sofa.
