The alley part 1
The bitter cold stung my eyes as I walked down the long, dark alleyway. It was just past midnight and the moon was almost full and glowing, not that one could tell from here. The tall buildings made the passage pitch black, except for the dim light at the end, faintly glowing like a guiding beacon.
Maybe I should have called a cab, but I couldn’t really spare the funds for it, and I didn’t live too far from here anyway. But walking home alone at night was still nerve-wracking, no matter how short the distance.
Being a werewolf didn’t help at all. I was a low-ranked weakling, an Omega. It was almost more of a burden than a blessing. The heightened senses and accelerated healing were beneficial, of course, but the constant bullying from other wolves having the urge to make it abundantly clear that they were above me, didn’t make up for it.
A gush of wind blew snow up my legs and under the skirt of my dress.
Shit! that’s cold!
The thigh-high, wool stockings did nothing to shield me from bite of icy air.
I picked up my pace.
What kind of a stupid person goes out in this weather, wearing a knee-long dress and pumps, with only a wool coat as protection from the cruel weather.
I knew I was going to walk home even before I left my house, but I wanted to look nice for once. This was not a typical Saturday night for me and I absolutely didn’t expect this much snow, or for the wind to pick up.
My best friend, Galina, had taken me out to dinner. I didn’t have a lot of friends, but no matter what happened, Galina was always there for me. The first time I met the little, but loud mouthed girl 5 years ago, we instantly clicked. We understood and respected each other, even though we were very different.
She had fierce confidence, coming from a high-ranking family with a lot of money, she was not afraid to be the center of attention. I, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. I came from a small, low-income family of Omegas, I was quiet, timid and preferred to be invisible. I had about a gram of Galina’s 5 ton confidence. I saw myself as less than average, in every way possible.
But with her, at least I mattered.
Money was still tight after leaving my parents house three years ago, so I had to be careful with every penny I had. Galina never said anything about my financial situation, nor did she push me to accept help. She knew and respected that I wanted to make my own way.
When she said that she wanted to go out tonight, I'd hesitated, but she quickly put her foot down, saying it was her treat as it was she that wanted to go out, and she wanted me to come with her. So, I caved. I loved spending time with her.
Galina was the only werewolf I knew who had shown absolutely no desire to flaunt her superiority over me. She treated me as an equal from the very start of our friendship.
Tonight we had enjoyed a three course meal, wine and then a few drinks. I hadn’t been out to eat in.. Well, I can’t even remember the last time.
The wind howled around the corners of the buildings as I walked down the alley, thinking about how lucky I was to have a friend like Galina.
Suddenly I was startled by a sound behind me.
I turned around to look, but it was too dark. I felt my heart quickly start to hammer in my chest and my body was shaking in terror. I turned back and started walking again. My pulse was thundering in my neck, making it hard to swallow.
Nothing to be afraid of, just keep going. Probably just a cat. I thought, trying to sooth myself.
My gut twisted and panic started to consume me as a gust of wind hit me again. All my shitty history had made me a nervous wreck. My mind would always go to the worst case scenario, trying to prepare me, just in case shit hit the fan.
I could still hear the faint laughter and chatter from the street with bars and restaurants behind me. But i doubt they would hear me if I screamed. The end of the alley was much closer than bars anyway.
A clang echoed through dark walls, followed by the sound of a deep voice, too muffled understand. My eyes widened, and the color drained from my face. I quickly rushed towards the light at the end of the alley. My breathes were short and shallow, making me feel lightheaded.
I turned my head, ever so slightly, focusing my hearing behind me. I didn’t want whoever, or whatever was back there, to know I was afraid and trying to get away, so I kept the same pace, but lengthened my steps considerably.
As I was speed walking, my heel hit a patch of snow-covered ice. I skidded and I fell straight on my ass. Stunned, with my bare ass on the snowy ice, trying to comprehend what just happened, I heard glass shatter behind me. I whipped my head around towards the sound. Keeping perfectly still and focusing my senses, I glared in to the darkness.
I made out two small, faint specs of light.
A few seconds passed as I squinted, trying to make out what was down there. My heart rate skyrocketed and I started sweating. I heard sniffing and a low growl, resulting in me gasping as I stumbled to my feet.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
I quickly kicked the shoes off of my feet, bolted down the alley, and skidded left at the end. I had to get to get away, fast! Tears were flowing freely now, making the freezing wind feel like slaps to my face.
Who or what the hell was that??
No, I don't want to know!
I kept running, my mind racing at the same speed as my legs pushed me forward. It was a male, no doubt. The deep voice gave that away. His voice was authoritarian, incredibly hard, callous and merciless, and that scared the living hell out of me. He was obviously high-ranked, I could tell just by the tone of his voice.
If he caught me, there would be no telling what the consequences might be. Best case scenario, it would be a verbal thrashing. Worst case scenario, it would be physical. I knew I wanted neither.
In my experience, the higher rank a wolf had, the stronger the need to assert dominance. If my guess was right, I did not want to meet this person.
For some reason I was always the target. It was like I had a bullseye marked on my face.
Finally, I could see my house. I stole a glance behind me to check if he was following. Fortunately, the street was empty. I pulled my keys out while sprinting down the street, ready to unlock my door as soon I reached it.
My house was just one kilometer from the human town, but the street was curved, and the entrance to the alleyway was now out of my line of sight. He could still be after me, so I didn't want to take the risk by slowing down.
I could no longer feel my feet, but I kept pushing at the same pace. The taste of blood was filling my mouth, my ears were ringing, and the freezing air was burning my throat and lungs.
As I stumbled up the two steps to my front door, I heard a loud, animalistic roar from the alley. A shiver ran down my spine, and almost made my knees buckle in fear.
More tears filled my eyes and ran down my freezing red cheeks as my shaking hands tried to insert the key in the lock.