The Runaway Huntress
Chapter 91 - 90

Chapter 91: Chapter 90

Chapter 90

"I’m fine." Melisca growled again. She bit her lips and exhaled loudly. She was trying to lessen the rage inside her, the burning in her chest. "Stay there." She warned.

She pulled herself up, and she was breathing through her mouth. There was just too much fire inside her. She can’t tame it just by standing there. She was itching to do something. Then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The golden glow of her eyes stared back at her. And she can’t change it back.

You better not open that door.

Whether she was saying it to herself or to Lorna, only one thing matters—no one should see her. She was out of control in her inner wolf. Her body was trembling in contained wrath in her system. The ripping cold and scorching heat were striking inside. Her head throbbed. Each heartbeat was hammering her brain. She had to do something. Anything.

She proceeded inside the shower and turned the water on. She put on a full burst. The cold water rained on her head. But her body didn’t feel the freezing water. Instead, she felt hotter. She squeezed her eyes close as her hands clenched. She gently touched her head by the tiled wall.

It was like smoke could come out of her skin as the cold water was poured on her overheating body. The throbbing in her head worsens. She was gritting her teeth so hard. Then, out of control, she pulled her head from the wall and slammed it back. The tile cracked, and blood oozed out from her forehead. It wasn’t enough. She had to feel physical pain to divert the destructive rage in her emotions. The blood was flushed by the water and was drained quickly.

She did another headbang to the wall. Crumbled bits from the tiles fell on her feet. She grunted and winced from the pain. She felt like her skull might have cracked. It could have been from the numbing pain. And her body instantly cooled down. Water seemed to enter her brain as she braced herself against the wall. She doesn’t care how bloody and messy she looked.

Her breaths came in gasps. The fire inside her has been tamed. Replaced by the throbbing, vibrating pain from the self-harm she did. It worked, though. That’s all that matters. Then, there was a chilling sensation to the damaged skin on her forehead. She was healing. The tissues closed on their own as her skin stretched and met halfway to fully cover and close the flesh inside.

After a minute, there was only a dull ache, and her mind felt numb from the cold water that was still pouring on her head in full force. She turned off the shower and stood back. She picked up some broken pieces of tile.

"Tsk!" She clicked her tongue. She went to the toilet bowl and broke the pieces into tinier bits by her fingers and flushed them down.

She was entirely soaked.

"Liz? That’s it. I’m going in right now." Lorna’s impatient but worried voice startled her.

How should she handle this girl with the new discovery? She can’t look at her the same way before. They were related and her parents’ betrayal.

No. She had to refrain from thinking about it again. She had just regained control over her emotions by cracking her head to deviate the destructive rage in her. Though it was helpful, she doesn’t want to get used to such deviation.

She shook her head and looked herself in the mirror. Her obsidian black eyes looked cloudy from the moist in the reflection. She exhaled a resigned breath and went to the door.

Just as she was about to open it, Lorna pushed the door with a jolt, and her reflexes kicked in as she halted it by her hand before it hit her face.

"Oh." Lorna looked up at her. "Sorry for that." Then her eyes widen from seeing her appearance. "What happened to you? Did you just shower?" Her forehead knotted in worry and confusion.

Melisca retreated a step to open the door wider, and Lorna entered. "I puked on myself. I wanted to clean it up in the shower, but just got myself wet all over." She knew it was a stupid explanation. But whatever worked was fine.

Lorna stared at her.

"I think it’s better for me to get back underground. I need to get more rest." She said, and the girl nodded. She stepped aside and walked past Lorna, back to the bedroom. She had to distance herself from her.

"But wait, you can change into dry clothes first. You might catch a cold or get sick if you stay in wet clothes." Lorna followed Liz.

I don’t get sick. Not physically. She wanted to blurt that out so Lorna would stop. "It’s fine." She doesn’t want to sound angry, but her tone gave away the stress she felt. "I’m fine." Actually, she wanted to get out and run to the wilderness. To be one with nature somehow. But that would be impossible not to get any suspicion from anyone, even Lorna.

She heaved a deep breath to change her annoyed tone. "Please. I just need to rest." She emphasized each word, meaning that’s what she only wanted.

Lorna bit her lower lip, contemplating. But she nodded her head at last. She doesn’t know what happened to Liz, but the woman sure needed it. She noticed that she was restless and agitated. It was clear that she wasn’t as fine as she claimed to be. And that’s how Liz was. Saying something against what she was truly feeling. And there’s nothing she can do with that.

"Okay. I’ll bring you back. But wipe your self with a towel first." She doesn’t want to hear any protest but she caught her grunt. She quickly took a fresh towel from the bathroom and returned to caught Liz staring at her aunt’s picture frame.

Melisca turned around when Lorna came closer. She reached the towel from her grip and rubbed it on her hair. She was soaking wet. And it seemed like Lorna didn’t mind that she was dripping water on the floor.

After a minute. The two girls stepped out of the room and a maid was coming their way with a stray on hand.

Lorna ordered for it to be brought back to the kitchen or the maids can have it.

Melisca couldn’t stop looking around again. She was thinking if her mother lived there before, if it were the same place she grew up with. There was no hanging family portrait that she saw so far. And if there was, her mother couldn’t be part of it anymore. They could have ripped or clawed at her face.

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Ezekiel was in his office. He was crouching on his drafting table. A mechanical pencil on his hand as he was stroking a line. Then he stood back up, his back aching a bit from staying in that position. He looked the details in his draft. He knew there was something wrong in it. So he erased some lines again. He sucked an air, getting frustrated for he couldn’t even get a draft right.

"Rest for a bit." Argon stated. He was sitting at the chair in front of his working table.

"Why are you here again?" He asked. He was trying to concentrate but his mind was elsewhere.

Argon stood up and placed the folders he brought on the table. "I’m submitting some documents and I found something about Calicia Wymers." He stood behind Zek and scanned the unfinished draft in front of them. He shook his head with a disappointed sigh. "You’re becoming obsolete. It’s been a week and you haven’t even halfway on your draft." He was clicking his tongue.

Zek wanted to stab his beta with the pencil in his hand. But he put it down before he can do it for real. "I’m not." He growled and ran a hand through his face. He sauntered to his working table to grab the information he asked from him.

"I’m kidding. I know you’re just distracted." Argon said and walked to Zek. "It’s more than a week since you’ve last seen her."

Ezekiel was leaning on the table, a document opened on his hand. He raised his eyes to give Argon a glare. He doesn’t want to be reminded of it. He can count the days himself and worry was nipping to his bones.

Argon understood that look and he knew he better shut up. But he was silently enjoying it, annoying Zek sometimes.

Zek was reading the document. And he stared at the picture at the upper right corner. It was a pretty kid with black obsidian eyes like Melisca. Then bellow was her information from where she studied and live before she turned 18. "Is this unfinished research?"

"No. That’s all there is. After she turned 18, there was nothing." Argon sat back down again on the leather chair. "I’m not even sure that’s the accurate information. It was the most promising one. As I see a bit of resemblance in that 7-year-old picture. That’s the only picture I found also. And they were not the same as Melisca’s information."

"But they have the same eyes." Zek stared at the stunning child. He just felt it. That the two were exactly the same person.

"Why not just asked her and make her spill the truth so we can move on in this confusion?" Argon was getting frustrated too because aside from doing his job in tracking the hunter’s possible location, this Calicia seemed like harder to figure out. "Do you even have any idea where your mate is?"

Zek looked at him again. "Of course, I know where she is. But I don’t want to get in her way for now." Not when she was trying to do her thing.

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