Chapter 48--NOT THAT I LET HIM 2

His werewolf's claws were extremely sharp and tough, and it enabled him to rend through a variety of substances in the office including the fabric, his wooden table, a cinder block, and even the metal decorations. He also rent his claws through the wooden cubicle in which I was hiding, and at that moment, I screamed. I screamed because his claws bore through the hole and almost punctured my face. I covered my face and screamed so much my head hurt. During those moments, I started to imagine how my funeral would be like. If mom would wear black like we did during Joe's, if Cameron would be there, how mom and Cameron and Mike and the kids in our neighborhood would react to my death, if my body would ever be found, if I would even have a body left after his claws dealt with me. I was already dead inside of me, as I waited for the real death. I shut my eyes and awaited the blow that'd finally knock me out but then when I opened my eyes, i realized that everything had died down. I looked through the hole he had enlarged now and saw that he was there staring directly at me. He didn't look like he wanted to harm me, and I wondered what would happen. He looked at me like I was the most familiar person ever. It made me feel more afraid and I started to shiver. Honestly, I was this close to passing out.

His claws bit into the table and built holes in it, and his eyes were bloodshot but he looked like he was calm now. But I wasn't. I felt like he was preparing himself to attack me more fiercely and that was a very scary thought. The claws that could destroy the table, metals, the cubicle and another stronger stuff in his office, how easy would it be to tear my flesh apart in split seconds? You can imagine. It'd be so easy. So I started to mutter some words with so much fear in my voice.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't mean any harm. Please don't hurt me. I just want to help my sister. I'm sorry" i whispered. It was not louder than a whisper but I think he heard me because at that moment, I immediately felt a very strange calm in me.. my heart was no longer beating fast, and I was no longer sweating. I no longer felt like passing out. I had so much strength all of a sudden. I was so calm that it shocked me. I don't know what he did, but it looked like he transfered my emotion to himself.

I raised my head which had been bent on my thighs ever since his first attempt at attack. I raised my head because I felt a rough hand smoothen my hair from the top to the bottom, down to my back where the length of my hair stopped. It was so soothing. I stood up and behold, he was standing before me in all his giganticness, looking so sullen but peaceful. He placed his claws on the handle of the cubicle and it immediately dropped down to the floor and shattered into pieces. He was so much bigger and different from me but I was not afraid of him. He held my hands with his claws and pulled me out of the cubicle carefully.

I breathed fresh air in the room, and looked at his face. The face of a werewolf. His eyes glared directly into mine. His blue-red bloodshot eyes. That was not my first time seeing how they looked like, but that was my first time coming so close to one, looking closely at one. It seemed that he was attracted to me, because he took my hair in his hands and fumbled it. This must have been the way he lured Anita too. It was so attractive and hypnotizing. He sniffed my flesh and caressed my shoulder. I couldn't take my face off his face.

"What do you want?" He asked. His voice was raspy but reassuring.

"I want to help my sister" i suddenly found my voice. "She's going to be abducted in 2009, by a man I don't know. I want to find him and prevent him from doing that to her"

He looked at me and nodded. "That's true. You also wanted to use the pouch again"

He obviously had read my mind. "You also wonder if I killed your supposed mate"

I stared at him in utter disbelief. What did he mean by my "supposed mate" . Before I could ruminate on that, he said:

"You wonder why I killed my supposed mate and tore her in pieces"

I was dumbfounded

"Anita. Anita is her name. My supposed mate's name"

I nodded, unable to believe my ears. So, he actually knew that I caught him on the day he killed Anita, whom I now knew to be his mate. He knew all these all along and pretended not to. He pretended to not know that I saw them. He could have punished me long ago but he didn't. Why was that? I thought. And what did he mean by 'my supposed mate', I was not even a werewolf.

"He died. Because he transgressed, but even that could have let him live a while longer, but he still died. He was exposed to a large fire, and as he's an Omega, he couldn't heal" he stopped to stare at me, then continued.

"That happened right after you kicked him severally in your class room. Remember that afternoon?" I nodded. He had known. He was not there when it happened but he knew.

" He sustained internal injuries from the kicks, coupled with the burns he suffered from the fire, they were first degree burns but he was too old and weak to withstand them all, and he was too overwhelmed with guilt to accept you as a mate. So he died" he muttered.

The floor shook as he spoke.

"Many things killed him. You couldn't have stopped him from dying"

He was so calm, he looked nothing like the furious animal that was ready to attack its prey, some minutes ago. But wait, what did he mean by 'he was too old'? Joe was only nine. Maybe ten but not more.

"What do you mean?"

"He hurt you, and he ended up becoming insane with guilt. You were supposed to be mated to him but he couldn't have you. Even then, he was too old. So he died" He was referring to Joe.

"He was a Omega, didn't have much strength. He was 100 years old at the time of his death. Don't feel too bad. I miss him sometimes too"

I was totally confused but I listened to him. Joe was 100 years old? What more did I not know?

"Anita deserved her punishment. Don't feel bad for her. Besides, she died in a ripe age even though she could have lived a thousand years more" he said. " I do not like it when you feel bad. Don't feel bad" he said it and it sounded interesting yet strange.

"She didn't want me." He grumbled. I nodded, Then he looked into my face, and then, slowly inserted his claws into the nape of my neck, it went so deeply into my neck, and that was all I remembered about my familiar surroundings.