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Chapter 1
AMALA
“After her!”
On cue, running sounds reverberate the cracked pavement of the Red Light District.
My breathing becomes erratic, my heart could almost burst out of my chest any moment and my feet are getting numb from this endless cat and mouse chase.
Yet, I continue running as fast as I can, ignoring my consciousness slowly slipping away.
I couldn't care less about my condition if it meant I could avoid getting caught by these loan sharks.
Loan sharks whom my mother borrowed before she killed herself. And as her living descendant, I’m forced to hide myself until I pay every penny she borrowed from them.
And right now, I still haven’t reached that amount yet. If they catch me, what will happen next?
Who knows if they will sell me off to the wolves?
Or worse…
These pessimistic thoughts only motivate me to stay focused.
But the gap hasn't decreased since the start of this run and if I falter, they will definitely capture me.
I just need a diversion, like a sea of crowds or anything to be free from this. But as my eyes dart from every direction, every nook and cranny, none fits the bill of any form of escape.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Oh God, my mind is racing and I am getting more desperate.
"You bitch! Stop running already!" One of the thugs yells and I silently pray they can finally give up on me. I can hear their breathing wheezing from a short distance.
Whether they are incredibly fast runners or I am the one slowing down, I am screwed either way. So, think fast, Amala! What should I do?
Just then, a familiar road catches my attention and as if everything is in slow motion, my eyes wander to that sign that I often see every time I pass by.
A sign of a reminder to all humans of this filthy vicinity.
WARNING: HUMANS SHALL NOT TRESPASSED FROM THIS POINT OR ELSE BE EXECUTED ON SIGHT
That sign is molded to each and every one of us in the deeper parts of Twilight Hound City.
Because across that sign leads to the high-rise luxurious parts of the city filled with wolves.
And it so happens the large gate is conveniently tilted open—the right space for my body to get in.
I gulp.
Without a second thought, my feet swiftly turn as I jolt straight to that direction.
"Th-that bitch!" I feel their feet stop in place as they are most likely startled with my desperate attempt.
"S-stop! (pant) Y-you c-can't die until I (pant) get my fuckin' m-money back!"
His attempted threats are the last words I hear before I slide myself inside the gap between the heavy gated doors and dash inside.
Until I am now farther from the border.
Once I don't feel them running after me anymore, my numbing feet finally give in and my body drops on the spot.
I pant as I thrust my fist on my throbbing heart. Drops of sweat drip on the ground as I try to regain myself.
H-how long have I been running? Not too long ago, I just received my salary from my boss at the bar I worked at and as soon I went out, three of those loan shark thugs saw me and without a second thought, dashed out and started this lil' chase.
I am now on my knees, slowly lifting my body as I lean against the wall.
Now that they are out of my tail, I have one more problem to deal with.
How should I get back to the border without getting caught? I got so lucky to enter without being seen by the guards—
—Wolves in the form of their human flesh roaming around the area here.
I was lucky enough that I haven’t encountered one but who knows I might not get lucky the next time? I need to head back now.
Raising my legs up, I take a deep breath before I walk back to the large gated doors. However as soon as I reach there, my eyes widen as I slip out a gasp.
“No w-way…”
The door is closed and there is a huge padlock connecting the chains around the door.
"The humans said a woman got here. She might be back here now." It is faint yet I can hear voices not far from here.
"Shit," I mutter. I can't believe that man snitched on me after he wanted me alive to pay his debt.
Should I run? No, they can easily catch me. Hide? I look around and see a barrel along with crates of different berries and wine.
This will definitely hide my scent. I grin at the idea.
Perfect!
Their shadows reflecting the light against the buildings loom closer and I immediately remove its lid before slowly—but steadily—enter inside before putting the lid back above me. I am now engulfed with darkness minus the dim light on the hole which is conveniently placed in front of my view.
A perfect peephole, I would say.
“I couldn’t find the woman or her scent lurking around here, boss. Maybe the humans distracted us so they could get in on their own.”
The other man scoffs. “Good thing we locked the gates. We wouldn’t want mere humans to ruin our Alpha’s Red Moon Party.”
The first man turns to my direction. “Are these requested by Beta Finrel, sir?”
“Yes, we are going to bring them to the party, it seems.”
Oh crap. My eyes grow wide as they take the barrel where I am inside. My heart beats fast as they continue with their talk.
“This one is heavy,” the “boss” groans as both lift the barrel from both sides. I tumble a bit from the sudden shift of movement. “I bet these are alcohol!”
“Can we have a taste, boss? No one could find out as long as we keep mum!”
“No way, kid. Beta Finrel is a conscientious man, I wouldn’t want to get on his bad side. Come on, let’s go. Diamond Hotel, right?"
"Yeap. The humans better have a good venue then."
"I don't get why the Alpha wanted our party to be associated with humans."
“No clue, kid. Let’s just go.”
Diamond Hotel? That's the fanciest hotel in Twilight Hound and it is the only hotel that connects with humans and wolves.
I have a higher chance of leaving scot-free.
'I can just get out once they put this barrel in the storage room.'
With that in mind, relief eases my already tense body and my heavy eyelids slowly close down.
As I slowly drift to sleep, thinking about my seven-year-old baby sister waiting for me to return.
Chapter 2
AMALA
I suddenly have flashbacks in my dream. Like a motion picture revealing scenes of my life going backwards until it reaches my childhood.
Memories I keep hidden as it only brings me a reminder of my miserable life now.
When I was young, my father passed away, leaving the three-year-old me with my grief-stricken mother.
Not long after, she started selling herself and brought different men to our house. She called them her "clients". One of them got interested in me when I started growing a pair of boobs and he started fondling them.
But I got so pissed and repulsed with his actions that I stabbed his hand with a fork. My mother beat me with a belt afterwards.
Honestly, I didn't have any fond memories of my mother as she always spent her time either with her clients or drinking away with her misery. I tolerated her whims as she was the only blood family that I ever had.
Until I turned sixteen, she got pregnant with one of her clients.
"Why wouldn't you just abort it, mom?" I said when she announced of keeping it.
"Why should I when Richard Bates promised to marry me after giving him his pup, Amala?"
"H-his pup? Wait, you slept with a wolf? You know that wolves looked at us like pigs in a pen! Abort it, mom! That hound only made a fool out of you! He wouldn't marry you!"
My words only made my mother’s face give an ugly, old scowl.
"You're the one who is making a fool out of me, Amala! You've never agreed to any of my choices!”
“That’s because every single damn choice you made was a mistake! Like wasting money on alcohol and drugs! Selling yourself even though you could have found other proper jobs out there!”
“So, you are embarrassed to have me as your mother, is that what you’re saying, Amala?!”
I gritted my teeth before I snapped. “YES! Because you didn’t give a damn about me at all!”
SLAP!
My left cheek stung, yet I am used to her physical abuse. I only gave her a cold stare as she returned it with her piercing glare.
“How dare you speak to your mother like that! IF YOU WEREN’T JACK’S DAUGHTER, I COULD HAVE KICKED YOU OUT ALREADY!”
Then she gives a sinister grin. “That’s right….you have to get out, Amala.
My heart throbbed. “M-Mom…”
“GET OUT NOW!”
That was our last conversation as mother and daughter as I packed my things and left just as she wanted.
Years of being homeless made me tick. I started sleeping under the gymnasium bleachers for the rest of my highschool life. My peers later found out that I had gone from the whore’s daughter to a homeless student that they enjoyed pestering me in my “home”. So, I kept finding sleeping places and a place to bathe.
But that changed when I started getting a job: street performance.
After working hard honing my acting skills, I started getting more roles and more recognition around the streets. My acting troupe were the kindest people I had ever met and they offered me to live with them so we could practice and rehearse together.
After that, I had a dream. I wanted to become an actress and be as convincing as that Marlon Brando guy or to become as charming as Vivien Leigh.
I wanted to be like them. I wanted to wow the audience with my skills.
However, my happiness was cut short when my "younger sister" came on that rainy day.
That was the day I later found out that my mother killed herself, leaving her four-year-old daughter, crying on the porch and a letter placed on her bunny backpack.
When I read the letter, I was mortified not because of the revelation of her planned suicide but also to warn me to get away from a certain loan shark agency.
And left me in debt of 1.4 million dollars.
My hands trembled after reading her suicide note and I crumpled it out of anger. I carried the child with me to the pub, which I heard rumors Richard Bates would often go there to splurge money on.
It was luck that I caught sight of him exiting the bar and I screamed, “Mr. Bates! Please wait!”
A tall, regal man in his late 40s turned to me with eyes screeching with prejudice. “What do you want, human?” He was accompanied by two men in black suits and they were alarmed to see me.
It gave me cold feet yet I remained resilient. “My mother, Amanda Gaines died recently and her child—your child—needed you!” I gave a light nudge for the four-year-old girl to look at her father and she tried not to cry, yet her feeble little hand grasped on my finger and was trembling at the sight of him.
He stared at the child for a moment before bursting out in laughter. I scorned yet I remained silent.
“That whore? Serves her right for being deceived!” He roared another fit of laughter as he turned against us.
“W-Wait! What about your daughter?!”
“No daughter of mine has the blood of a human.”
Surprised, my mouth dropped as he continued while they retreated away slowly from my view. “Sell her to the black market, I don’t care. It will make you earn a lot, human.” He continued laughing as they slowly disappeared from my sight.
I felt my blood rising as I gritted my teeth. HOW DARE THAT DAMN WOLF—?!
“I wanna go home! Where’s momma?!” The child sobbed.
I turned to her in disbelief.
If I keep this child…the loan sharks would recognize my relation to my mother. It would ruin my chance of achieving my dream.
I c-could…
I could just ditch the child and move on with my life. My fury was impeccable and I hated my mother for leaving a child like this alone in this cruel world!
But my baby sister didn’t do anything wrong.
I knelt down as I smiled at her. “Hey, my name is Amala. What’s yours?”
“A-Amy,” she said as she eyed me, carefully. “I’m Amy. A-are you my big sis?”
I hesitated for a moment before I nodded. “Yes.”
Then she gave me the most adorable smile I’ve ever seen and I couldn’t help but feel warmth in my heart. “I like you, Amala!”
My decision had been made during that brief interaction.
So, I left the troupe. I didn’t want them to get involved in my family problems and raised my half-younger sister alone while we ran away from the loan sharks. I started working different odd jobs—jobs that could bring more money so I could slowly pay these loan sharks back.
And we had been running and hiding for three LONG years.
But I didn’t care.
It was all for her sake.
For my younger sister, Amy—I would do anything so she could have a better life than mine.
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CRASH!
My body jolts and collides against the bottom of the barrel and my eyes shoot open from the impact.
"Well, that's the first one. Let's get the rest of them back in the truck."
"We need more backup, boss!" The other whines. "There are too many of them!"
"Quit complainin' and let's go!" The voices become distant as their footsteps move farther away.
But I can't believe that I dozed off into a deep sleep! The dream I have isn't exactly great either, but it reminded me of my resolve to return to Amy.
After all, Amy is alone at home, waiting for me.
I open the barrel lid and slowly peek to see if the coast is clear. The room is dark and I am surrounded by crates and barrels of berries.
Seriously, what's with the wolves' obsession with berries tonight?
"This must be the storage room of Diamond Hotel," I mutter to myself, seeing that no one is around.
I jump out of the barrel and slowly sneak out of the storage room. I see another room across the hallway.
A laundry room filled with machines that are still working and some clothes are hanging on the clotheslines.
My eyes flicker as a thought comes to my mind.
Chapter 3
AMALA
I have no other choice. If I want a higher chance of escape, I should blend in with the crowd.
So I stole some clothes and threw my old, worn ones to the incinerator.
The dress doesn't even look exactly expensive either. The bodice dark blue dress that hugs the curves of my body is a bit short as its skirt reaches at the tip of my knees. I kicked off my old combat navy boots and replaced them with black leather shoes which were conveniently situated next to the dress.
I do hope I won't attract attention, seeing that I just sneakily come out from the lower ground floor.
Fortunately, they are too distracted with the music, the loud chatters and the food they consume that once again, I am lucky enough to roam casually around.
The place I am in now is the function room of the Diamond Hotel. I recognize the familiar faces of affluent families from the human side. These are those who benefit the wolves and remain wealthy as long as they provide what the wolves want.
Yet, this is the first time I'm seeing the two races blend together in one place, enjoying without a sound of prejudice.
No, I don't have time to dawdle, I need to leave quietly.
However, when I pass by the buffet table, my stomach grumbles as my eyes glue at the sight of fancy food I will never get in a lifetime.
And next to it, as I can't help my lips curved into a smile, is filled with more berries. Is today a berry festival for these wolves?
"Excuse me," one of the staff of the hotel approaches me with a clear skeptical look in his eyes. "Do you mind showing us your ID as your proof of identification?"
Oh, crap. I spoke too soon that I would be safe from their suspicions.
I turn to them as I give my most dazzling smile.
"Do you ask this to every human in the vicinity, young gents?"
The two exchange looks. "Err…we are asking because we haven't seen you before."
"Oh my," I say with exaggeration as I give a dramatic gasp. Then give them a glare. "How could you not know that I, Audrey Hepburn, a world renowned thespian of stage plays, huh?"
"Ma'am, your name isn't in the list."
"Then, shall I ask the Alpha, Richard Bates, to come here for confirmation, hm?" I smirk. "I happen to know him personally and I’m well acquainted with the Alpha. I am sure he wouldn't mind meeting you, gents and having a "private" talk."
They both flinch at the mention of Amy's biological dad. He's notoriously known around the human district for being too cruel to humans like us.
"I'm s-sorry, ma'am. W-we thought—'' his face turns red with embarrassment. "If you excuse us."
And the staff members scurry away, leaving me alone as I continue acting haughty and entitled and give a loud harumph.
Not going to lie, it was a whim that I pulled through this act and I am proud of my performance.
Now, I can't go out until I am completely off the radar of the guests here. I sigh as my eyes wander back to the buffet table and I feel like I am salivating.
M-maybe I will stay here a bit and I can sneak some food down to my bag. I’m sure they won’t notice a thing. Amy will be delighted to have these luxurious food for dinner.
As I slowly gather my food and give those who are staring at me with my smile, I am thinking everything will be fine.
I will be back home safe before I know it.
"Welcome to the Red Moon Celebration," a young beautiful woman catches our attention at the stage. "As it is nearly midnight, I would like to thank all of you for attending this event."
The guests applaud afterwards and while their attention is on that emcee, I immediately grab some turkey meat and put them inside my bag.
"We will also thank our Alpha and Luna of the Greymound Pack for sponsoring this event."
More applause and cheers.
Good, good. I can't help but hum to my content to get more food. All of these will be all in my bag and if only I have a container, I can bring that pasta.
"To the fortunate humans who are chosen to be here, witness your first Red Moon celebration with us." She chuckles. "Of course, you humans can't see it but oh well, be thankful that you are all here with us tonight.”
I roll my eyes. Like I give a damn.
"Now that it is only a minute before the Red Moon, let the celebration begin!"
Well, go ahead and enjoy your time, wolves. Don't mind me gathering more food but as I give a sideways glance to look at the female emcee, my hand nearly drops the chicken meat as I am taken aback from what I’ve just seen.
The female emcee strips herself naked in front of the audience as her red, glittery night dress drops on the floor. Her breasts and her bare womanhood are exposed for everyone to see.
"W-what the–?" I gasp.
Not long after, the wolves all strip themselves naked while the remaining people are at awe at their beauty.
Hot bodies glisten with sweat and I blush at the sight of multiple hardened dicks from male wolves as they look like they’re ready to pounce.
When the dark misty clouds slowly dissipate and reveal a huge full moon, the wolves' eyes turn red before tackling each other with a searing kiss.
Next to me the male wolf slams his female mate against the buffet table as platters of food shatter on the floor. I flinch as two hottest people I've seen in my life are making out next to the pasta chafing dish as his dick positions on her hole before giving one powerful thrust.
"AAAAAAAAH!”
The woman gives a euphoric scream that I give a frightful shriek. But my own scream is being muffled by the moans and grunts of the whole function room.
The aroma of sex is filled in the air as I am beyond shocked and repulsed by the sight of public indecency.
I was expecting them to dance or drink some kind of fancy wine, not some damn orgy!
So, this is what the Red Moon is about? To fuck at midnight until dawn? Wolves are indeed disgusting creatures!
'I need to get outta here!' I take my bag and am ready to leave but a large hand grabs my wrist.
I shiver, fear strikes me as I slowly turn around.
One of the wolves with red eyes staring lustfully at me.
"Where do you think you're going, human?"
"Let go of me!"
What should I do? He won’t budge even if I use all of my strength to pull myself away. Yet, the wolf only laughs at my futile attempt.
“Get off of her.”
Like a strong force, a hand pushes the wolf away from me with one hand and I clumsily fall against a strong body, pressing my back against his firm one. As cliche as it sounds, it makes me feel protected by the touch of my back on his.
When I turn to face him, my eyes widen as I regret calling him my protector.
Eyes glimmer crimson red similar to the wolves lusting for a mate.
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