Eira’s POV
That bastard Rafe infuriated again, this ti by daring to claim my cat as his own.
Just like in the past, when he used to tease until I wanted to smash his face, I felt the sa rage burning through now. But I knew I was powerless.
I wished that bastard Vampire would starve for blood and die.
And why did he always say I stank? No one else had ever said that to . I knew I didn’t. But that asshole... he must have a rotten nose to keep spitting such insults.
While I was trying to calm myself, Roman ca to . Obviously with his pretentious care, which I hated but had to bear with. He must have forgotten the tis he bullied , to now dare and act like he cared.
And the other three were no better. I wished they could vanish into thin air and stop forcing to breathe the sa air as them.
Each one of these five felt like a thorn in my foot that I couldn’t pluck out, forcing to walk while bearing the pain. The more I thought about them, the more my hate and bitterness grew in my heart.
All I knew was that I hated everything, and I wanted to get angry at everyone, spouting all the bitterness I carried inside. And they were just giving a chance to do it.
"Eira, we have to go to the side house," Roman told . "Doctor Isla is here to see you."
Damn! That doctor again. What does she want now?
Last ti she reminded of my son, scratched at my old wounds as if she had no other work to do. Why couldn’t they just leave alone?
He took Ham from my hands.
Ham, yes. That’s my hamster’s na now, after I declared it to everyone. Better than them naming him Rascal or Jerk.
"Let’s go," he told .
I frowned at my empty hands. Just because he gifted that pet, he acted like he owned him. I glared at him. For god’s sake, that’s my pet now.
"I’ll give him back once you are done with your session with Isla," he told . "And Vixen is with Rafe."
I gritted my teeth. They were blackmailing with my pets. I frowned and walked out of the house to go to the side house while the bastard followed .
Liam was outside, seemingly waiting for . What was this old bastard doing here now?
"Eira, I want to talk to you," he said. "Please listen to ."
I stopped, my gaze indifferent, as if he didn’t matter to .
"Look! I didn’t tell them about your child," he said, sounding apologetic. "They found it out on their own when they investigated your life after prison. I swear, I didn’t."
"He is telling the truth," Roman said from behind .
I didn’t respond and walked inside the house. I didn’t care what they thought or did. Let just get done with this witch doctor who ca to get on my nerves again.
Entering the ho, I saw her standing by the sofa and looking around the drawing room. Sensing my presence, she turned to , a light smile on her lips.
Fake!
"Good morning, Eira," she said with a pleased tone. "Have a seat."
I sat on the sofa while she sat in the chair opposite . "Nice and cozy ho, isn’t it?" she said.
"What do you want from ?" I asked her.
Her smile widened lightly as she said, "Not bad!"
It took by surprise. What did she an?
"Well, I just want to have a little chat with you, and yeah, I brought you a cake. My daughter won first prize in the dance competition, and we celebrated it yesterday." She pulled out a small box and put it in front of . "This is for you."
I didn’t touch it. Then she pulled out a picture from the file she was holding. "You didn’t see my daughter, right? I brought a picture of her with ."
She placed it on the center table in front of . I glanced at it, and sothing caught my attention. There were two familiar figures with a little girl.
Alice and Jennifer.
I picked up the picture. Jennifer—I felt like I had almost forgotten how she looked, but I recognized her at first glance.
"That’s Jennifer, my friend, and her daughter Alice," Isla said. "She worked in the administration departnt of the hospital I worked in, and we beca good friends. It was my daughter’s tenth birthday they attended, and the last one we ever had together."
I didn’t react to what she said, but continued to stare at the picture.
"Jennifer was such a lovely woman, and so was her daughter," Isla said. "If I tell you what Alice did that day, and how she turned the celebration so hilarious with her antics, you will laugh as well."
I finally looked at her. "What did she do?"
She had the sa smile on her face even now. "That we will talk about once we finish our session. That would be so relaxing after a boring session, isn’t it?"
I could only agree. I wanted to know about Alice, and especially about Jennifer. I only knew she had died—but how? And this witch doctor wouldn’t tell unless I obeyed her demand. Just like every other person I faced. They always had so conditions before . Whatever.
"Alright! Shall we start?" she asked as she looked at .
I humd lightly.
"It’s about the day when Alice died," she said. "I want to know your side, what you were going through."
"There’s nothing to it. I shot her, and she died," I replied plainly.
"And why did you shoot her?" she asked. "I know there’s a valid reason. I wish to hear the truth. Give and take. You tell sothing, and I tell you sothing."
"I was going to shoot sothing else, but ended up hurting her."
"Sothing else?" she humd, as if giving it a thought. "Alright. Let’s just jump straight to the point, as you are smart enough to know where it’s going."
I waited to hear what she ant.
"I want to know why you fear the Black Wolf so much," she said. "You were trying to protect Alice from the Black Wolf, I know. Let’s keep aside the fact that the Black Wolf wasn’t captured in the video. We will believe it was truly there. I wish to believe in you."
The things I wanted to counter her with—that there was no Black Wolf and she should just check the video—she had already left no space to say.
"Now, tell why you are so scared of the Black Wolf?" she asked again. "I know there’s a reason."
"Since I was a child, my grandparents told that Black Wolves are bad and scary. They are no less than monsters, and I should always stay away from them. If I saw them around, I should run from them," I told her honestly.
She raised a brow. "They said that, and you started believing blindly?"
I shook my head. "No. First, I used to have nightmares of a Black Wolf when I was a kid. In my dream, it would kill people, blood everywhere, and then co after , as if chasing desperately.
"When I told this to my grandparents, they said it wasn’t a dream, that it had indeed happened with when I was a baby. That scary black wolf was chasing us when my grandparents were running away with ."
She listened to with utter seriousness.
"Grandma said we were on the run all the ti because of that Black Wolf. It killed my parents, and it wanted to kill us as well. She told how cruel Black Wolves were and how brutally my parents were killed. Since then, I started having a fear of them."
"Can you still rember the exact dream you had?" Isla asked. "Was that Black Wolf really scary before you told anything to your grandparents?"
I felt a little confused at her question. "I think it was... It killed people and chased after us... It was indeed scary... maybe..."
"So your fear of the Black Wolf was instilled by your grandparents?" she concluded.
I shook my head. "I had a nightmare... and they just explained..."
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