It's not like I wanted to be a Were in the first place. I will admit my life wasn't all that great. I mean my parents were murdered when I was just a teenager. Their death and my age not being that magical number, eighteen, made me unable to live on my own. I had to live with another and I must admit living with them was absolutely dreadful. Yet there was nothing I could do. It's not like I could tell them to shove off and runaway. I have a trust in my name, a rather large trust, and well I just couldn't leave. If I did then the people that claimed me would say I was dead and they would get all that money. See I may have hated my life, but I was going to make damn sure they were just as miserable as me, unable to get the money they really wanted. I wonder if anyone that was forced to change into something completely different feels like me. I didn't know about the supernatural world until my Uncle came and then I met my Alpha. He is the reason why I am unable to eat meat and I am not angry with him about that. I'm angry with him for many other things.

As I silently eat my vegetables, attempting to not take a whiff of the delicious aroma of meat, I lift my head upwards to listen to his first inquiry. I find it a bit confusing at first as he begins to list two animals, but it is when his tone turns impenitent questioning if I was a deer that caused my eyebrows to furrow. Well, if he was guessing what sort of animal I was that meant he was someone within the supernatural world or he was a human that knew too much. I don't think he is a vampire, because when he talks his canines are not so big nor is he pale. I don't think he is a Were, I think I would have known being part animal and all. I guess he is a Warlock, because if he was a Dark Hunter I am fairly certain I would have been killed. I mean not everyone is like my Great Uncle - he didn't kill me. Perhaps it is because I am the only family he has, but still he didn't kill me. I guess since he is guessing I ought to relieve him from guessing the thousand other herbivore animals in this world. With a shrug I sigh and give him the answer he will certainly not be impressed with or the least interested.

"My Alpha says it was an accident, but he was trying to save me from the other Were. I got bit by him and turned into a horse. I'm starting to wonder if he meant to do it on purpose."

I know I shouldn't think such bad things, but I have to admit I have been wondering about it. I mean how am I supposed to trust him enough to think that it was all truly an accident. For all I know the other horse that came and attacked me was one of his own friends that came to do him a favor. I trusted him at first, I believed what he said, but now I do not know anymore. He say's we're a pack and yet he goes off to leave the pack for days, never letting us know where he is off to. I didn't know he left to go to Serbia, but I remember he was gone for weeks. It isn't good having a leader that is aloof, especially when he is spending time with a member of another pack. I'm not an idiot. I don't stay home all the time locked away in there as if it is my own prison. I go out, I converse. There are eyes and ears within this own and the Were population talks...and talks...and talks. I'm not pleased with him expressing to bring this one into the pack, I think it would be his downfall, and so I do not think he has the pack's best interest at heart anymore. How can I trust him when he is putting us at risk? I may not know much, but I know enough to see when I am being used and it all leads back to the night I was bitten.


With barely anything left on my plate I place the fork down looking back at the owner of the cafe. As I list out the different leaders that my book has I can't help, but notice how silent he has become. I have to admit I do not approve of his current attitude. Now I am not expecting him to be so welcoming and friendly and opening his arm for conversation. I know I overstayed my welcome and I am eating his food. I enjoyed myself here in this cafe, having clear thoughts now, and not being locked down in a place that does not feel like a home. When he shakes his head and speaks aloud that Alexander the Great could have turned into a Dark Hunter, I consider his remark as a challenge. My shoulders sling back for a moment as I proudly confront him head on - if he thinks he turned into a Dark Hunter perhaps he can be so kind and answer my questions. My voice rings with a high air of confidence.

"If he got turned into a Dark Hunter, then why would he have disappeared at such a young age and not continue to conquer nations? Why give up when he had practically almost obtained immortality? He could have accomplished more, done more, and yet he had done nothing."

With a simple shrug I lean back into the couch, shifting the plate a little bit on my lap. His mention of 'Dark Hunter' I start to think that perhaps I was wrong. Maybe he was not a Warlock and instead was a Dark Hunter. He could have killed me a long time ago. He could have poisoned me, but that wouldn't do his business any good if a patron died. Well, I guess I lived an okay life. I mean yea, nothing went perfect, but life is never perfect. I should have been more mindful of my whereabouts and time. Well, should have, could have, would have - there is no excuse. I gently pull some of the blonde strands of hair out of my eyes as I look back to him. I'm not afraid. Is this what I'm supposed to feel like when I'm waiting death to come? I guess, I don't know, maybe? With an easy shrug I speak up again, softly this time, there is no anger in my voice, rather it sounds quite accepting - of what was about to come.

"My Great Uncle is a Dark Hunter, he wasn't too pleased about me being a Were. So...do I get any last words with my last meal? Do I need to like go to some sort of special room so you don't have bloodstains here in your café? Could I have a bit of chocolate before you do your task as a Dark Hunter?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable