One Day, I Woke Up A Werewolf

Chapter 37

Hailey's POV

I love being on time. I want to be on time for everything and back when I was still human, or thought I

was, school was something I would always be on time for.

As I sit on my shower floor, contemplating my life and what has become of it, I start to cry. The thought

of someone dying in front of me, just their head chopped off and their blood splattering all over me, I

just want to curl in to a ball until the puke rises up and finds its way out. I know for a fact, that I will not

hold it together when I see a dead body and with everyone expecting me to just go with it?

I want to fit in. I want to make my father proud, he has been there for me way more than the man I

called dad for the longest time but to sit there with him, to watch and then walk away proudly as their

blood coats the places I would rather stay dry, I just don't know if anyone is taking in to consideration

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A knock on my bathroom door, more like a bang has me standing up abruptly and covering myself,

barely with just my hands.

"Come on kiddo. It's time, we all can't wait for you." I hear my dad speak. Groaning, I switch off the

water, wondering why I had the shower anyway if all I am going to be is a crimson mess.

I dry up, putting on a simple black dress and sandals before opening the door for dearest dad.

"Ready?" He asks me and I nod my head yes. I can't say it in words because then he would know I am

a liar and I honestly can't have someone else think of me as coward. Werewolves hate a coward and in

the human world, I would get teased but at least I can just comfort myself by saying I am human, what

do I have now? Forced to quickly rise up to being an alphas daughter and accepting everything they

have known all their lives as bible.

We walk out of the house, people waiting in line for us and we lead the way to where the prisoners

were held. As soon as we get to the front, I see a few dead bodies already on the floor, headless and I

did not want to look around for their heads. They had saved Stacey for me, her body battered and blue

right in front of me as she kneels on the ground.

I pick up Jaxon's scent, to my left and I barely fight myself to not look his way, this was something I

needed to focus on, the beheading of my stepmother. I don't know what looking at Jaxon will do to me,

I have a few ideas on how I will react but those feelings will stay underground for now, keeping me

steady on my feet is of the utmost importance right now...

"As we reach the final beheading of the day, we ask that our alpha do the honors." Cayden's father

says out loud, the crowd cheering him on and I stay still. trying to keep a straight face and with all the

blood oozing out of the neck and painting the grass green, the smell of it, I was dying inside and I was

not about to add on to the torture by being a good sport.

"I will hand this great honor to our guests, as it was their pack that took a harder hit." Dad says and I

sense movement from my left, until I see Jaxon standing behind Stacey.

Jaxon looked fresh, freshly cut hair and he looked great, more than how I was doing if I look anything

than how I feel. I mean, I did not even bother to dry my hair and all I did was put on a simple dress, with

matching color sandals. No earrings or painted nails. I was just a mess and before I walking out here

and seeing Jaxon look so good, it didn't really occur to me that I should have made an effort.

"Future alpha Jaxon, may this action bring peace to your pack and further close the alliance between

our packs." My dad says, Jaxon nodding his head as his eyes remain focused on my father. I watch

him raise both his arms before he barbarically mauls over Stacey, who takes the animal attack like a

boss by not releasing even a whimper. The crowd erupts as her blood lands on me and my dad, Jaxon

completely drenched. Completely jumping over the fact that we just had to chop her head off, no. He

went on to give her a painful death by his hands.

Death by claw.

Cayden comes to stand next to me, softly taking my hand and I feel my body find the ease it has been

searching long and hard for, his warmth radiating off of him and giving me the comfort that helps to

keep my vomit at bay.

Jaxon takes his time, enjoying the moment way too much and I am taken back to the days where

Stacey was just another one of my father's girlfriends, way before she was ever the wife. How she

pretended to care for my father or the man I thought was my dad. She would make him happy and

even though she was so evil to me, seeing her be so good to a man that seemed to carry so much

anger on a daily basis, that warmed my heart.

Her crazy notion that by killing me she would have my dad, the alpha all to herself all because she

loved him. She was just on the wrong side of love, probably strung along for the ride but that is all she

was, just a ride and that drove her crazy. Just so she won't end up alone, the same kind of crazy that

should be knocking on every Shera's door but some are stronger than others. Can I actually survive a

life without love? Growing up wanting to create a better life for me, I can't lie to myself and say that I

don't want to be someone's forever, even before Jaxon... we all want love. We are incomplete without it

and just growing up to watch the men find such a blessing and to end up alone, unloved, used...

"Stop!" I shout out and that seems to work because everyone stops cheering to look at me and Jaxon

stops his mutilation to look at me. I walk up to him, pushing him away from Stacey's body. She was still

alive, that much we could all tell with our wonderful hearing but I was not about to allow this to go on

anymore.

"I know what you are all thinking. Why would I stop what is clearly deserved? Well, it is not deserved." I

say and the crowd starts to talk among each other, Jaxon walking up to me to finish what he started but

I stand in his way.

"I want to reach out to the core of every woman here. You tell me you are not on the verge on losing it...

are you completely sane up here? Does watching all these men play with every one of you? Maybe

some of you have stayed pure and never falling for the men that surround you but I can feel Stacey's

pain. She was in love, which is forbidden because well, that is only for the Mera's, right? You allow

them to touch you, whisper false promises in to your ear all just to escape the reality that awaits you...

loneliness." I say, looking straight in to Jaxon's eyes.

I take the big blade that had killed the others and find the strength to stomach what I was about to do,

chopping off her head and giving her a quick one out. She was punished enough.

"I don't even know the pain you all go through; I will never know it because I can carry life. I can love

and be in love. I have a mate but none of you do... so, to stand here and cheer on for the killing of the

woman who was not strong enough to fight off the crazy that scratches at you all so constantly... I

mean, gosh! I have a mate and he drives me insane... you all do! I was a human all of five minutes and

you want me to quickly pick up wolf tradition and to forget all that I have known, all my life. My own

mate left me to save his people but still expected his once human mate to protect her own life and

because I could not, he decided to not talk to me or love me. That is the reality of our lives. The men

are spoilt, always getting their way but I am here to change all of that and now, I realize that I am more

than just the girl that will carry Jaxon's little pups, no. I am here to offer peace to every Shera, in this

pack and the next. So, the next time one of us goes a little crazy, have a little compassion. Yes,

imprison them but this, the crazy barbaric killing was undeserved and if anyone deserves to be

mutilated like that, are the Mera's that have taken the purity of a Shera, knowing full well that they have

someone out there. We need to do better!" I say, throwing the blade on the ground and stomping off to

my room to wash off the blood that was now all over me.