Chapter 39 Meeting a wolf
ANGELICA'S POV
“Hey, how are you holding up?”
This was the first question my stepdad asked me when I called him.
I licked my bottom lip, unsure.
I didn't know if I should tell him the truth or lie like always.
After leaving that restaurant with the Martino brothers, I returned to this guest house, my temporary residence, while I was here.
The Martino brothers weren't living too far from this house, only a few houses away.
This place was like a mini village. We traveled for one hour from the airport to reach this civilization. At first, I thought it was just a tiny city, but I soon realized it was more like a town where everyone knew everyone.
They were living in a confined yet well-reformed and developed area.
“Angelica,” My stepdad's voice caught my attention, and I sighed.
“He still haunts me. I feel him watching me wherever I go,” I whispered.
My stepdad didn't say anything for some time.
“We will catch him soon,” he said.
I shook my head as tears of helplessness brimmed my eyes.
“When Ronaldo? It's been years since you told me this, but he is still out there. Every time, you tell me to calm down and that you will catch him, but when?” I asked.
He sighed.
“I know it's been tough on you, sweetheart, but the matters at the pack here… the gang things are not as simple as you feel,” Ronaldo said.
I looked into the distance.
“Would you have ignored my situation similarly if I were your biological daughter?” I asked.
I knew I was harsh, but I was fed up. Why would they give me false hope if they couldn't handle it? I knew they weren't looking into him.
Or how was it possible that he could find me just so quickly, but they couldn't locate even a single man of his?
This matter was minuscule for them, or I don't know what.
I ended the call, not wanting to talk to anyone anymore.
It was suffocating. This feeling was suffocating.
Without thinking twice, I put on my sneakers and walked out of the guest house towards the forests.
It wasn't dark yet; walking in the forest would ease my nerves.
I played with the bracelet beads on my hand that my mom gave me.
She told me always to wear it whenever I felt anxious and that it would calm my hormones.
Yes. She said hormones. I don't even know what that was supposed to mean.
What started as a bit of walking turned into a full-blown sprinting.
I wanted to feel my heartbeat rising and that pain in my limbs that would suppress the pain in my heart.
I don't know what was going on with me. The more I felt like I was moving forward, the more it felt like something was pulling me back.
I was trying to find happiness, but this daunting past was like shackles around my toes, which weren't ready to let go of me.
And the key to these shackles lies in the death of that one person…
Jarvin Morocco. I will forever hate you.
After running for some time, I stopped at some distance when I spotted a lake.
It was beautiful.
Seeing that it was still some time before it got dark, I sat by the lakeside, removed my sneakers, and submerged my feet in the chilling water.
“Somebody I could trust if I could only own this life, would it mean death was under control?” I whispered to myself as I looked at the stale water.
The large trees, swaying with the wind, looked as if they were motivating me, and I suddenly felt stupid for worrying about things that weren't under my control.
Things were making sense.
Wasn't I giving that jrk Morocco control over me by constantly thinking and worrying about his presence? This was exactly what he was trying to do, trying to get into my brain.
While I needed to be careful, I didn't have to neglect everything around me for him.
Yes…that should–
My thoughts were brutally interrupted when I felt some leaves shuffling behind me.
I turned around to see if anyone was there but did not find anyone. After wiping my feet,
I sighed and put on my shoes.
Rrrrrr…
I froze as I turned around to leave.
What the hell?! There is no way…
I looked to my left side, and just like I had guessed, two golden eyes looked back at me from the bushes.
My heart skipped a beat.
I stepped back cautiously, not wanting to alert the creature.
Talk about not having luck on your side.
I always thought I was God's favorite child; that was how I used to calm myself. But these days, God has signed me up for his battlefield package.
What were the chances of encountering a wolf on a typical sprint?
I gulped my saliva when the wolf also stepped forward.
His snout was in view now, and the drool was dropping from his teeth, collecting on the ground. I knew this wolf wasn't just here to see who came to visit the forest.
He was here to feast on me.
“Rrrrr!” The wolf snarled, baring its teeth towards me.
Think Angelica. Think fast, or you won't have the chance to see anything, and you will probably end up as a wolf’s poop the following day.
I looked around hastily, hoping to see if there was anyone stupid enough like me to come here and have a walk.
However, the glaring wolf and the lack of a human or silhouette in the distance made it clear that I was pretty much alone.
“Look, you don't have to do this. There are plenty of healthy people in the world, in fact, in this neighborhood. I haven't even been eating properly these days. Do you understand what I am trying to say? I can lead you and your group to a place full of healthy people,” I blinked at the wolf.
I know I was acting stupid, but this seemed the only way for me.
It wasn't like I would start running and let the wolf chase me, knowing all too well how much these monsters love a chasing game.
I had an experience when I saved Victoria from some wolves, and recently, didn't I save my bosses from some wolves?
Now that I think about it, I feel like I have some kind of destiny with these wolves. I keep finding them everywhere I go.
As the wolf stepped forward, getting ready to leap forward and take a chance at me, I gulped before resorting to my last attempt at survival.