5

Alpha Vincent’s voice is dripping in disbelief, as if the thought of me staying was nothing else than ridiculous. I moved my eyes to him, vary of what he would say next and hoping sincerely that it would not be to hard for Molly to take.

“I shouldn’t have punched the girl, and to compensate I won’t kill you,” relief floods both me and Cecilia, I can audibly hear her shoulder sag and the air previously trapped in both of us escapes our lips. However, as I look at the Alpha once more, rocks settle in the bottom of my stomach. He has a nauseous smirk across his face and his eyes held some form of hunger. I’m sure my eyes shows something close to the opposite.

“But you will pay. For now, pack some necessities and be ready in an hour,” he says while giving me a short once over, before heading out the door. Everyone is frozen, confused at what just happened. It takes a few seconds before I look over to Cecilia. She looks relieved, but wrecked with nerves. Her eyes hold unshed tears.

She gives me a nod, and I make my way back up to my room to pack some things. I can feel Molly’s eyes on me, but she does not say anything. I guess her young mind is trying to catch up to the last 24 hours.

I stop in the doorway of my room, not sure when I will set foot here again. The walls have never looked so dull before. The cracks in the paint seems endless and like a cob web stretching across the walls, playing connect the dots with the holes left behind from old picture frames. The more I stare, the more imperfections and signs of aging appear. Even behind blurry eyes, the discoloring and emptiness are vibrant. I glance down at my sketchbook, the opened page just as empty and cold as before. I want to draw something, anything at all.

I need to pack, so I discard the thought even though my fingers ache to wrap around a pencil. I tried to keep any thoughts out of my head as I stuffed stuff into a bag. As I zip up the bag and places it on end of my bed, I hear thumping feet rush up the stairs. Before I get to turn completely around, the door bursts open and a frantic Molly enters my room. We make eye contact before we both rush towards each other, and while the distance between us could not be more than a couple feet, it feels like forever until I have her wrapped in my arms. She sobs as I lift her up, moving towards the bed with her arms and legs tight around me.

“Don’t leave me! I won’t let you eave me!” She cries out between sobs and I couldn’t stop the tears from leaving my eyes. I don’t want to leave her and while we might not have known each other long, she has become a sister to me. She’s so pure and kindhearted despite what she has been trough.

The doorbell rings and Molly goes quiet. I’m not even sure she’s breathing so I softly move my hands up and down her back. “Breathe, you’ll be ok,” I whisper in her ear, carefully standing and unwrapping her reluctant limbs from around me. I kiss her head before looking towards the door. I don’t want to meet the future, I don’t want to leave Molly, but I have to.

Before I even get to take half a step towards the door before something, or rater someone, tugs on my arm. “I don’t want you to leave,” Molly says pleadingly with a raspy voice as a result of our crying session.

“I know, and I don’t want to leave either, but I have to,” I say with the softest voice I can manage. I hate the thought of not being there for her, but her safety is top priority.

“Then I will come with you,” she says with determination in her eyes and crossed arms. I will truly miss her.

I told her that she couldn't come with me and that she has to stay.

I was currently in the living room, sitting on the couch with an ice pack on my face. As soon as I was down the stairs the Alpha had thrown a punch in my jaw and it was now throbbing in pain. The alpha had walked out to try and calm down so he wouldn't hurt any of the kids by accident. Cecilia was sitting on the couch beside me, nervously tapping her foot on the floor.

I just stared into the air. This may be my last hours alive. I am almost 100% sure that he, mostly his wolf, is going to kill me. I do think some part of him knows I am not to blame for what happened, but his wolf must be going insane.

When someone loses their mate they have lost half of their soul. In some cases the remaining part kills themselves because they can't handle the grief, sometimes they lose themselves in their wolves, sometimes they just go crazy, and sometimes they just want someone to blame. I think in my case it is the latter.

I am brought back to reality when I hear the door slam. I quickly turn my head towards the source of the sound and is met with a glare from the Alpha. He slowly walks towards Cecilia and I and sits down on the couch opposite us.

My heart is beating rapidly as I wait for my future to be announced. I think I am going to die and that he asked me to pack my stuff so no one else had to do it. It wouldn't be bad if I died. I wouldn't have to put on a fake smile every day.

"So, I guess you want to know if you are going to die." He paused and smirked at me. The smirk sent unpleasant chills down my spine "or live," he continued.

"You are going t-" he was cut off by a high pitch screaming from the stairs and it became louder and louder as the person screaming ran down the stairs. If it was a normal day I would yell 'don't run in the stairs' but today wasn't the day.

Down came a screaming Molly. She looked so angry. She ran towards the alpha and started throwing small punches at him. "Molly! Stop!" I screamed in horror. I know she is just a kid, but you never hit an Alpha. Their wolf doesn't tolerate disrespect. Alpha Vincent fisted his hand and has his jaw clenched. I know he won't want to hurt her, but his wolf wants to punish her.

I ran over to them and dragged Molly away. She was screaming and crying. "He can't take you! You promised to never leave!" She sounded so broken and it shook me to the core.

"Shut up!" The Alphas angry voice boomed out over the noise, the command clear in his voice. Everyone was silent. "Since this little kid won't leave you alone, she will come with you t-" this time I cut him of. "What! That is unfair! She is just a child!" I screamed waving my arms in the air.

"Can everyone stop interfering with me when I talk!" He used his alpha voice this time, leaving no space for discussion.

"Both you," he said looking at me. "And you," this time he looked at Molly. "Are going to get sold to the highest bidder. They will own you and you have to do as they say. The money will go to...." he stopped, a painted expression crossed his face once he said the next words. "The Luna's funeral"

"You killed her and for that, you have to pay." He said before he nodded towards the guards. One guest picked up Molly and the two others grabbed my arms harshly and started dragging me to the door.

"Stop! Where are you taking us?!" I protested. All that was in my mind was Molly.

"The Auction is scheduled to be in 3 days, so until then you are going to stay in the dungeon." He answered.

What! Is he going to put a little girl in the dungeons! That is just wicked. All she did was protect me. A feeling of guilt washed over me. It is all my fault. I am the reason we are getting auctioned away. I should have died. If I was dead none of this would have happened.

Why did the moon goddess bring me to this world if I was going to live a life in misery, never have my wolf, and never have a mate? The one thing all werewolves want I can't have because I am a human. I don't have a wolf and I don't belong in this world. I shouldn't be alive.

"You can sell me, kill me or do whatever you want with me, but don't hurt Molly because of me," I said in a pleading voice. I have never sounded so desperate in my life.

"Too late for that, it has already been decided." At those words, my heart sinks to my feet. How is this possible? Everything changed in the time span of two days. I don't know what to do. My life was bad enough as it was before, and now, I don't know if I will survive this.

I have to survive this, for Molly. It is so interesting how in just one week she has become my whole world. She is like my sister. I don't know what I would do if something bad happened to her because of me. I have to protect her, even if it would cost me my life.

I was brought out of my thoughts when the grip on my arms disappeared and I was pushed into a dark cell. Right after me, Molly was pushed in and I ran to her and held her in my arms. The guards locked the cell door and left us there.

The cell was disgusting. The air was thick with the smell of mold and blood. I wanted to throw up.

"What are we going to do?" I looked down at Molly. She had confusion in her eyes, but no fear.

"I don't know. Are you scared?" I asked. It is completely normal for a little girl to be scared in a situation like this. I am scared and I am almost a grown-up woman!

"No," she answered. How could she not be scared?

"How? Why?" I asked confusion clear in my voice.

"Because you are with me." She answered. She is the most adorable little girl I have ever met. Her words warm my heart. Her mate is a damn lucky guy and if he ever hurts her I will kill him.

That is, if she survives to meet her mate. Only the thought of losing her brings tears to my eyes. She is just a little girl and it wouldn't surprise me if the persons we are sold to kill us or starve us.

I look down at Molly to see that she has fallen asleep. She was so cute. I will never let anything happen to her.