Chapter 65

The first time Lori ever felt powerful, she was four years old.

Four years old and she had been playing with a Barbie doll. Local charity organizations were always donating toys to her orphanage and she had her eyes set on the Barbie doll. The long golden hair, the pretty white dress and heels, Lori wanted it so bad it hurt.

She grabbed it first. Playing with it, enthralled with it. She ran around the yard with it. Then a big bully called Billy had come over and dragged it from her. Naturally she cried for him to give it back but he just laughed and tore the head of the Barbie from its body.

The rage Lori had felt, she had never felt it before... She stood up and walked up to him and slapped him.

She was only four, he was seven and weighed at least twenty five pounds more than her, but her slap had sent him flying across the yard and hitting the wall. He had to get eight stitches. One of the workers showed her Billy before he left for the hospital.

The woman practically shoved Billy in front of her face, he was all bloodied and bruised, tears streaming down his face with his nose runny.

"You did this! Remember that you did this to him!"

The woman screamed in her ear and Lori cried and cried while begging her to stop, but she didn't.

Lori never ever felt that powerful again.


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Her eyes fluttered open and she flew out of the sofa. Startled, she looked at her hands and found no cuts, the blood had dried and there wasn't even a single scar. Almost as if nothing had happened.

Then she heard footsteps and she turned to the door and saw two men walk in. One of them was holding a paper bag.

More sedatives? Lori asked herself as she quickly stood up, moving away from them.

They looked shocked to see her standing.

"Get her!"

One of them tells the other and he approaches her.

Where was Elliot? She thought vaguely.

The man grabbed her arm and she pulled away. With effortless ease.

He glanced at his other partner.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?! Get her!"

The other screamed and the man lunged for her. Together, they tumbled over the hardwood floor. Lori kicked and screamed.

She kicked the man's leg so hard she could hear a crack. He doubled over on the floor, one hand on his knee groaning in pain.

The other came running towards her and Lori stretched her hand out to shield herself from him. A blast of air sent him flying across the room and into the hardwood door.

What was going on?!

She asked herself in shock as she looked at the shattered door and the man lying on the floor groaning.

As far as she could tell... she was not a wolf. She had not grown limbs or fur. But what was this power?! Where did this strength come from?!

And where the fuck was Elliot?! She thought as she stood up on her feet. Should she find him?

Did he escape somehow?

Well, this was her chance. She might as well run.

She thought as she ran out of the little cottage.

Three werewolves were lined up waiting for her. Their snarls loud enough to send her into a panic.

The man she had sent flying out of the house was now back up, a hand on his back and his glare directed towards her.

How? How would she get past all of them?!

She thought as her eyes darted around.

She took a step back but then instinctively turned.

The other man was back on his feet. He healed fast. He was a werewolf too then...

"This is your last chance. Get back inside. We don't want to hurt you."

The man outside warned as he approached her cautiously.

Lori sneered at him.

"I don't want to hurt you!"

She retorted as she ran towards him.

She slammed into him. Even though Lori m weighed a mere hundred pounds, the force of her impact was hundred times more than her weight.

The man landed permanently on the ground with a sick thud. He didn't move.

She turned, noticing she could see much better than she had ever seen in the night. It was like she had been looking at the world through blurry glasses because everything now looked like it was in higher definition.

She didn't know where the strength had come from, but it was strong and she could feel herself getting drunk on it. The more she used, the more she fell into the allure…

She had never, ever felt so powerful in her entire life! This power, this newfound power, she liked it.

She liked it very much! She thought as she grinned.

She turned to the wolves snarling at her. They would never let her pass. And besides, she needed to leave.

They were snarling like rabid dogs, barely able to contain themselves.

One of them lunged for her and she instinctively raised her hand up and it's neck snapped in the air. It fell to the ground with another disgusting thud.

The other two stepped back a bit, whimpering slightly but it was a little too late.

She kind of wanted to kill them. All of them.



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Sabine had rushed to the cottage. Faster than anyone else. Faster than Lyle who was somewhere in the city gathering intel of Gabriel. She had first gotten a call from one of her men that Lori had tried to kill herself. And while she felt had extremely concerned she was too busy with Jack. Finding an appropriate place to keep him, away from Lyle and away from his mother or anyone else that might suspect he was with her.

She was in the middle of all that and she didn't take as much heed or caution when her men told her Lori had tried to kill herself and was bleeding. She didn’t even think of how wrong it sounded, how Lori didn’t look like she was the kind to take suicide as a way out.

She would heal herself, Sabine thought. Sabine knew she would. She was nephilim. That was why the sleeping drugs kept wearing off faster than normal. She just chose to hide it from Lyle.

She couldn’t trust him with such information, not yet.

So she had dismissed it.

And then that was when the Super Moon happened and she started hearing howls. Howls of her own wolves in pain... her own wolves dying.

She thought she was dreaming. It might as well have been a dream, because it wasn't possible. But it wasn't. It was a clear distress signal. And even when she got there as fast as she could when the moon was high and her own wolf was rebelling against her strong will.

And when she got there. It was a freaking bloodbath.

Thirty wolves. She had placed thirty of her own wolves from her own pack in those wolves and the scent of their blood was thick in the air.

Their bodies littered the woods. Some mangled, some destroyed to the point of recognition and some, some simply in their human form, mid transition, they had not made the turn quick enough to save themselves.

Not that it would have saved them though.

Sabine fell to her knees in the middle of the forest.

Gods.

How? How would she account for their death?!

How would she explain to the elders and the pack?

This was no ordinary wrath. This was the wrath of a nephilim who had been wronged.

But how?!

What triggered the switch?!

As far as she could tell, Lori’s powers have been dormant for years.



"Alpha.."

Vara silently called. There were tears in her eyes. Tears in her beta's eyes. Sabine had never seen Vara shed a single tear. But she understood, the pain, it was unbearable. Vara had trained the wolves. They were right under her wing. She should have been there... fighting with them, dying with them.

"Did she do this?!"

Sabine nodded.

Vara's jaw clenched.

"We should kill her for this..."

Sabine shook her head.

"We wouldn't even be able to..."

She said hopelessly as she looked at the soaked ground. She was literally kneeling in the pool of one of her wolves blood.

The soil was soaked with blood. She pressed a hand to the soil and raised it up, her palm, crimson red, with dirt and leaves stuck to it.

She turned her palm into her fist and sighed.

"Call for back up. Have them clear the woods tomorrow. Check the cottage for survivors."

"But... shouldn't we go after her?!"

Vara protested and Sabine nodded.

"I'll deal with her myself."

With those final words, Sabine shooed Vara away.

She waited until Vara was out of earshot before closing her eyes.

Concentrate. She told herself as she tuned her hearing into the woods. It was quiet. Deathly quiet. There may be no survivors left… But then she heard a voice. Tiny... about a few yards from her but she knew it was Lori.

Sabine opened her eyes and stood up. Wiping the blood on her jeans, then she headed towards the nephilim's way.


Blood. So much blood. Her clothes were soaked in it. She could taste it in her mouth. The coppery taste. Lori tried to spit out as much as she could but she could still smell and taste it! Like it was engraved in her brain.

She didn't know exactly what happened. She couldn't explain it. The blood, the gore, the dead wolves laying on the floor.

Why?!

How did she kill so many?

What the fuck happened?

She kept asking herself but no answer came to mind.

She had gone out of control. She felt horrified by the bodies she found lying around and she had fell to her knees and started sobbing.

She killed wolves. Werewolves just like Gabriel.

She was a wolf killer.

She killed men!

Actual people!

Her hands started to shake violently.

She was interrupted by the sudden footsteps making way towards her. At that point she was already tired.

No fight left in her. No will to kill any more people.

But that smell... whoever was coming was someone she knew. Someone familiar. And the person was angry, at her.

Lori stood to her feet and watched Sabine approach from the shadows.

"Stay back."

She warned and Sabine halted.

"You killed my wolves."

She simply said. Her expression was blank. Unreadable.

"You had me locked up in a basement."

Lori retorted.

"I think we're even."

She added shakily.

"Did you have to kill all of them?! Some of them were just doing their jobs..."

Lori's stance faltered.

"They.. they came for me first.."

Sabine shook her head.

"They would have never hurt you..."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

Lori fired back.

"Listen... I don't want to hurt you... you should step back."

"You won't."

"Because I have something of yours."

The woman said. Lori raised her eyebrow.

"Gabriel?!"

She whispered, her heart skipping a beat and Sabine shrugged.

"Not him. Someone else... someone you don't even know..."

"Who?"

Lori asked.

Sabine smiled slyly.

She didn't reply.

"Who?!"

Lori asked again, frustration building up in her mind. Sabine ignored her.

"I asked you a question! Answer me!"

She demanded and Sabine froze. Her mouth moved against her own will.

"Your son. I have your son."

She said and Lori furrowed her eyebrows. Sabine gasped for breath, one hand on her neck. She had grossly underestimated Lori's grasp of her powers.

How was she already able to use mind control already?

She wasn't even aware that she could use it!

How was she already so powerful?

"My son?"

Lori asked.

Son? She had no son. Her son died. Why would Sabine joke with that?!

"My son is dead!"

She screamed and Sabine shook her head.

"He's not."

"Your son is not dead."