Blood Bond

I scamper down the drainpipe and drop to the ground when I’m only a meter up. I shift the duffel bag’s weight and set off down the alleyway, keeping my senses on high alert. Almost there, I thought, sniffing. When I hear the sounds of a dance club I head right for it. It would be a good way to lose my tail (means someone’s following me). I flash my fake ID at the buff dude out front and he waves me inside. The scent of sweat and alcohol assaults my nose. I almost left then and there, but then I remembered my tail. I doubt that he (I doubled back at one point to figure out if he was male or not) would be able to track me through this mob. Especially if I changed a few things about myself. I went to the restroom, entered a large stall with a window, and began to change my clothes.

I took my hair down from its ponytail before searching through my bag. I switched my long sleeved dark purple shirt for a dull black tank top, and instead of keeping my lavender baseball cap I went for a black beanie. I then pulled on a pair of worn black jeans with hidden slits and pockets, and stuffed my blue jeans in my bag. I swapped my purple tennis shoes for black combat boots, and my white ankle socks for dark grey ones. Next I pulled on a pair of black leather fingerless gloves that ended just below the elbow. And lastly, I slipped on a black leather jacket with many pockets. I double checked all my piercings to make sure I didn’t lose any on the way here. I have two silver huggie hoop earrings near the tip of each ear, and my twin nightglass armbands that go around my biceps are still there.

I also checked the silver post back earrings that begin half an inch from where my neck meets my head. They go down in a straight line down the front of my body in the center, and end just above my pants line. I also have one right in the hollow of my throat. A similar line follows my spine, but goes in the spaces between the nobbly bits that a person can sometimes see (that’s the points of the spine). I had a professional put them in and I haven’t taken them out since I got them. They haven’t shown any signs of rusting or disrepair, and the one in the hollow of my throat is actually made of a metal called vibranium. I then went to the window, pulled out a few items from my bag, and set to work on getting it open. A few minutes later the window was gone and I was running towards the train.

I barely made it before it took off. It was an old styled train and had red cushions, tan wood, and many windows. The outside was mostly black with a bit of red to it. I managed to get my own room that even had a bed thanks to the money I robbed from a bank a week back (that was when my big sister contacted me). I had been dressed head to toe in black clothes at the time. A high turtleneck shirt, a pair of men’s pants, a leather jacket with a hood, and black and white tennis shoes. I had threatened with a gun and managed to steal a few million dollars. I put most of it in a card that I keep in my black bra. My natural snow white hair reaches to my mid-back, and I have iridescent purple eyes. I have fair, porcelain white skin, and a lean body with well defined muscles. I actually have a six pack - now who said women couldn’t get ‘em? - and small, arrow shaped ears.

I also have a small, straight nose, thin eyebrows, pupils that can become slitted like a cat’s, downward-turned lips, high cheekbones, and a narrow face. When I smile my big sister would tell me I looked exactly like a cat. She disappeared about a year back, but I heard from her about a week ago. She has an angelic voice, an hourglass figure, the same fair, porcelain white skin as me, and deep, rich purple eyes. She also has a pair of small arrow ears, and she possesses our mother’s ‘short’ stature, oval face, and thin lips. I gained our father’s long limbs, his height, his mouth, and his narrow face. We inherited both of our parent’s small, arrow shaped ears, their hair, and our mother’s long, elegant fingers.

My sister’s name is Zjarri and she is talkative and sassy, and often picks fights. Unlike her I’m quiet, but I also pick fights. We were still joined at the hip when she left, and I doubt that that has changed though I do know it’s possible. Zjarri’s name means fire while my name, Nekare, means wolf. Dad always liked to play with words and he taught both my sister and I a few languages. “Po vij, moter (I’m coming, sister),” I whispered into the empty room in Albanian. “What language was that?” I snapped my head around to see a woman in her early twenties staring at me from a meter away. She had hints of red in her emerald green eyes, which means she’s an alpha werewolf or lycan. “How could you hear me?” I asked warily. I slowly edged towards my duffel bag.

She rolled her eyes at me. “I have sensitive hearing, duh.” I knew my pupils slitted the moment she stiffened. “What’s with your eyes?” It was my turn to roll my eyes. “I was born with them, duh.” I could have sworn her lip twitched. Just as she opened her mouth she was knocked down by a buff dude with sun-kissed skin. “Jax! Get off right now, or I’ll rip your freaking head off!” she roared. The dude - Jax - squealed like a little girl and immediately jumped up. “I’m so sorry, Zambak,” he whined. I raised a brow. “So your name’s Lily, aye?” I asked her. Her eyes widened in surprise. “How’d you know?” I shrugged. “Just a word I learned, that’s all.” Jax grinned like a fool, a sly look on his face. “Maybe you two should get to know each other,” he said slowly. I suddenly had a bad feeling.