Part Three- Chapter 18

“Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.”

― Banana Yoshimoto, NP

DARYA P.O.V

After lunch, the next day, Quillon said he had to go patrolling around the territory with his pack members. I believed he was patrolling to make sure none of Konrad’s aids were close to the territory.

When I was sure both the brothers were out of the door, I called the unit.

The unit is actually, a small voice transmitter device that I had dropped in Rick’s prison cell yesterday. The unit already knows I am the master and hence, whenever I call it, I will be able to hear any minute sounds in the surrounding through my cellphone.

Once the unit was activated, I could hear sounds of Rick’s ragged breathing in the prison. Smirking, I cut the call. He is still in the prison. Until he is in the prison, he is safe… from me!

I had it all planned.

Thanks to the character trait written by Quillon, in Rick’s picture, I came to know that Rick’s weakness was Greed. At that precise moment, I made a plan along with the five Alphas’. My photo was placed on a website with a prize for anyone who would kill me. I knew that Rick would definitely come after me for the money. Everything was going according to the plan, until somehow Quillon came to know about that website.

I don’t know how he learned about the existence of website. I had made sure he was kept out of this, but somehow he still got to know about it. For now, I suspect Konrad sent the website address to Quillon. I have already asked Tyson to find it out for me.

Once Quillon came to know about the website, there was no stopping him. My wolf cherished his protectiveness, but I felt guilty because I was lying to him. He cared but I did not deserve it, especially when I was the one who had asked Tyson to create that website.

However, it was too late for me to backtrack from my plan. I knew Rick would choose to attack me in my college, because that is where I am mostly present without my guards around, and so I planned to go to college yesterday. However, Quillon had dominated me and ordered me not to go to the college. When he did that, my wolf seriously got threatened and she immediately surrendered to him. I desperately want to know how Quillon does that, how even other pack wolves submit to him. How is his wolf so dominant? It is definitely not because his parents are Alpha’s because Sel, whose parents too are Alpha’s, cannot dominate other pack wolves.

Quillon is something else. I have to find out how his wolf is so powerful!

I knew I couldn’t stay in the room, even though Quillon commanded me to and hence, I ran away. In college, my guards had already spotted Rick and so I deliberately went towards the court, so that he could follow me. I was waiting for him to attack me. Unfortunately for me, Quillon also saw Rick at the same time. I had seen through the window, how with just one punch Quillon was able to knock Rick out.

He informed Duncan and brought Rick to Serene. I was just waiting for the moment Rick would escape from that prison.

Every werewolf is gifted. Only through sheer dedication can someone find one’s true self. My gift was mastering all the elements. I didn’t know what Quillon’s gift is, but I knew Rick’s gift- nothing is ever locked for him. He can open any doors. Escaping a prison, even with tight security, is a left hand job for Rick Carlson.

But escaping from me- that would be difficult for him! Now that Rick knows I am here, he will surely try to escape, but he didn’t know about the voice transmitter that I had dropped outside his cell yesterday. Once, I come to know he is not there, I will make my move.

Today was a Saturday and usually I go to my farm. However today, I had to be at home because of Rick. Since I knew Rick would definitely escape prison today, I finally decided to tell Quillon that the website idea was mine.

I switched on his laptop and began my work.

It was already one in the afternoon and I had just finished lunch. I didn’t want to go to room, so I decided to watch a movie. Someone knocked the door. When I realized it was Bee, I quickly opened the door for her to come in.

“Am I disturbing you?” she asked nervously.

“No. I was about to watch a movie. Want to join?” I asked and she nodded.

“Whom do you keep calling?” Bee asked after I hung up on unit. Rick was still in his prison cell. I guess Quillon and his friends had hit him a lot. I didn’t want them giving electric shock to him because that would be a very easy death for that coward and hence I had purposely stepped over the wire and absorbed electricity. But I couldn’t stop this from happening.

“A friend. But I guess he is busy” I said dropping my phone to the couch and looking at the end credits rolling on the screen. After pressing the stop button on the screen, I looked at the other folders to search for some good movie.

I had already seen most of the movies in the pendrive and so had Bee, so we decided to check the music library. There was a folder named REMIX SONGS and I opened it.

“I love the fourth song, the fifth, the eighth… OMG! I love all the songs” Bee said grinning as I scrolled down the list. “Play the fourth one” she said and I did.

It was Everybody from The Backstreet Boys. The song was more than a decade old but I still loved it.

“Raise the volume” Bee said, before we began singing along.

Ten minutes later, we were not just singing, but we were also standing on the couch and dancing. Currently, the remix of begging you by Madcon was playing.

“Beggin, beggin you” Bee sang.

“Put your loving hand out darling” I shrieked.

“I need you, to understand” Bee continued her line.

“Tried so hard, to be your man” my voice was rough from all the shouting I have been doing in the past ten minutes. It’s a good thing no one was in the house.

“What are you doing?” a familiar voice asked from behind and my eyes widened. Yeah right! No one was in the house.

Slowly, both Bee and I turned to face the intruder- Quinn, who was staring at us with narrowed eyes. Dimly, I was aware of Tshawe Baqwa singing his part. I turned to look at Bee, whose cheeks were the color of tomato. I knew she would be of no help in answering and so, I decided to answer.

I had just opened my mouth, when Quinn raised his hand indicating I stop. I stared at him in confusion. However, my jaws dropped the next second as Quinn began to sing.

“A broken man, But I don't know. Won't even stand the devils chance to win my soul” he sang, skidding forward and doing some really good locking and popping moves. I looked at Bee and soon we began whistling and cheering Quinn.

“What we doin'? What we chasin'? What about 'em, why da basement?” Quinn continued and jumping, he stood on the couch in between us. Soon, we too joined him and the three of us, continued singing and dancing like robots.

“I'm fighting hard, To hold my own. I just can't make it, All alone” Quinn sang and then it was my turn.

“I'm holdin' on, I can't fall back. I'm just a con, 'Bout to fade to black” I crooned, with a frowning realization that the lyrics were taunting me in some weird way. However, I didn’t ponder much over it. Instead, flipped my loose hair and continued dancing, while Bee sang her part.

“Beggin, beggin you, Put your love in hand out baby. Beggin, beggin you, Put your love in hand out darling.” The three of us continued singing the chorus together and when the song came to an end, after the third time, Quinn extended his hands for me and Bee. We both caught one of his hands and twirling; we moved closer and hugged him on either side, before popping our right leg up and planting a kiss on his cheeks.

Quinn, whose eyes lit up like a kid’s on a Christmas morning, laughed loudly, while we giggled, still hugging him on either side. However, our laughter faded, when we heard applause sounds from behind us. As I breathed in, I realized that there was more than one person behind us.

Slowly, Quinn loosened the hold he had on our waist and the three of us turned to look at our audience, who were still clapping at us.

Oh Fuck!

Our audiences were Quillon and his friends. However, I barely noticed the friends, because my eyes were focused on Quillon, who expectedly, was not clapping. His eyes were running over my body and I felt self-conscious because all I was wearing was a striped tunic tank top and jeans shorts. My cheeks were the color of beetroot and I shot him a guilty smile, which obviously wasn’t returned because he was frowning at me.

“Nice performance” Harvey, the third-in-command of Serene Pack said grinning at us, after the clapping stopped.