CHAPTER 36

Melisca shut the cubicle door a little too loudly and locked it. She blew huge air through her lips soundly like a gas leaked from its container. Her heart had been hammering in her chest all the while she was at the laboratory.

She had returned to the washroom and sprinted on her way. Besides, the hallways are quiet, and no people are walking around. The hospital seemed so eerie despite standing within the city centre. Maybe she got it wrong earlier that this is a semi-private premise instead of an exclusive one for wealthy people.

Without wasting another second in her thoughts, she sat down on the covered seat of the toilet bowl, which looked untouched as there was not even a smudge of dirt or sticky molds, not to mention it was white as marble. But the strong odor of bleach encourages her to get out of there fast.

When she opened her laptop, her fingers flew around the keyboard, and the tap-tap-tap sound of each key she pressed resonated around her. It soothes her nerves like she's in her bedroom back in grade school, and she'll hear her mother calling for her from downstairs to invite her for dinner. She'd feign not hearing her despite the ultrasenses she had until Melicia would come upstairs and knock on her door three times, and when she didn't respond, her mom would let herself in. When she looked up at her, Melicia's eyebrows were raised already, and she'd give her an innocent grin, knowing her mom couldn't resist her charm.

Melicia could only curve her lips from her daughter's stubbornness. She'd just approach her and turn off her computer to stop whatever hacking she was practicing and scoop her up in her arms.

She froze. Melisca's fingers paused at the keyboard. Closing her eyes as she took a deep breath to soothe her aching chest from the nostalgia attack. Before her eyes could well up, she shook her head to focus on the present. The weird feelings in her chest gradually subsided as tiny soldiers were drilling her empty stomach for something to consume. They were assaulting her intestines.

Without further delay, she pressed the final button and closed her laptop as fast as she could. She's done with the hacking and unhacking.

She went out of the building as fast as she could. Securing the tube of blood in her pockets. Careful not to encounter Lorna and anyone who knew her. As she reached her big bike, she throttled instantly.

Relief fills her lungs when she's on the highway. She doesn't know where to go, but any restaurant will do. Just to appease her hunger. She finally took a stop in a shop that was a bit far from the hospital. Still got some things to do. She hurried up taking her abundant meal and went to a gadget store to buy herself a phone.

When she's done with the purchase, she roams around the city to become familiar with it again. Her mind went numb from all the memories it brought back. She's on a bay road now. Her nose caught the salty breeze. She decided to stop at the side and sat at one of the vacant benches facing the sea. Her helmet and backpack were beside her. Feeling a bump from her jeans pockets, she fished for the tube.

She held it up close to her face, scowling. "You almost expose me back there." Talking to it with disgust. Then she opened the cap and emptied it to the ground. Not minding people looking at her with some horrified expressions. Probably thinking how insane she is staining the ground with real blood. No one would be interested in getting a sample from dirty ground. It's contaminated already. And she wouldn't let anyone take even just a drop of her blood again.

Bending to place the tube on the ground, then she stomped on it with force. The thin glass shattered to pieces. She stared at the spilled blood under her feet. How nice would it be if it's from her enemies? Soon. Patience, Melisca. The rage in her heart awakened just by the thought of it—the excitement. The satisfaction when she succeeded in killing a wolf, she wanted to feel it again. Her fist clenching and unclenching of the idea.

She pushed her body back and leaned on the bench. Both arms lay sideways at the leaner. Her legs crossed. She raised her head to the skies and closed her eyes. The heat of the sun, the cold air from the sea, and the colliding sensations hit her skin. She moaned as a smile crept up to her lips. This is home, where her life had started, and where it also killed her.

They should have physically ended her long ago. Underestimating that she's just a half-blood, how wrong of them. Or was it punishment for her that she was born?

She had barely begun. Biting her lower lips to restrain a laugh at the thought of how messed up both sides were. The wolves had a traitor, for the hunters knew where they were. And she bet the hunters had a hole in their organization too. That's how the world is.

Both sides are searching to kill her. And yet, she was right under their noses. How ridiculous is it that they can't sense her? Humans, how are they called humans when they don't have the heart of humanity? Having rid a child of her parents—how inhumane it is.

One certain wolf came up to her mind. Can he kill her? Can he kill his own mate knowing that she's an abomination? Would he kill me too? He had a lot of chances, but he didn't. Does he plan to keep her? Will he keep me safe? She had never felt absolutely safe ever since she could think on her own. How would it feel?

Fuck! She stood up abruptly and gathered her things. Her chest started to get constricted from having such ideas. She shouldn't thought of those things. She would never feel it when her enemies were still breathing. She doesn't care if she's becoming bloodthirsty, she's willing to embrace that insanity.

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Ezekiel sat in a brown wing chair. A wine glass at hand, sipping his red drink. Rullo is sitting on a sofa to his left. They are in the lounge area inside his room.

He's giving him a scrutinizing eye. How can he kill his own son? Does he also know of a possible granddaughter?

"What happened to Cabril and his mate?" He inquired directly.

Rullo's eyes looked everywhere. He can feel him weighing his words about to say. Hearing his heartbeat also, he knows this is an uncomfortable subject, talking about his dead son.

"They were both dead, alpha king." He can hear the grief in his voice. It doesn't sound like a man who killed his own family.

"Did you kill him by your own hands?"

Their gazes met. Rullo finally dared to look back at him. His stare got boldened. "No matter how much it hurts me to abandon him, I exiled him from the pack rather than killing my son. And then just one day, after how many years, I received the news of his murder. I somehow blame myself because I left him without any protection from the human side. The hunter's clan could have done it." His tone started to change into rage. "They must have been the ones who killed my son. Same as killing their own kind, Cabril's mate."

Ezekiel heaved a huge breath, now staring at the blood-red liquid in his wine glass at hand, twirling slowly. Though he already guessed the answer, a confirmation wouldn't hurt. "Do they have a child?"

As soon as he finished his question, Rullo went off the seat and dropped to his knees on the floor in front of him. His body bent down, head mostly touching the ground. "Alpha king, it was all my fault. I beg for your forgiveness." His voice was frantic and a slight tremble could be heard. "T-they had conceived a child. We haven't thought i-it was possible because she was human."

A supernatural can't procreate life with human beings. And it was unheard of having a human mate as a wolf. Zek gulped his drink down and poured another cup from the bottle in the wine bucket filled with ice that was on the small table in front of him. "Where's the child now?" He had to be careful with words.

"We've been searching for her. We can't let her live. She's an abomination. She—"

"—Stop!"

The man flinched from his sharp tone. His inside stiffened upon hearing those words. Heartbeat raced as he ran for miles endlessly. Not sure anymore if it's his heartbeat he's hearing or from the man in a kowtow before him. He's thankful though that he can't see his face's reaction. How lost he is for the moment.

"Do you know her name?"

"Calicia. H-her name is Calicia Wymers."

Ezekiel blinked.