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“Stop!” The cop behind me was relentless. All this for a fucking sandwich I couldn’t even eat. I ditched it three blocks back, and I never expected the cops around here to have the endurance to keep this up.
Shadows ran beside me, urging me on and casting a creepy glow to the alley I turned into. Each slap of my sneakers against the pavement echoed in the quiet, giving me away with every inch I put between me and my pursuer.
“This way, little human,” Monty called out. His rasping voice echoed in my head, sending that familiar icy tingle down my spine and a blast of his stormy alpha scent. The voice slithered inside my veins, through every part of my body, consuming me completely.
I’d likely conjured him in the dark, twisted parts of my mind, but he was my alpha and I trusted him implicitly. Despite the constant mindfuck that Monty was, I regained my composure and turned the corner, biting back a scream as a new black mass formed.
It resembled a person in stature, but had no defining features to make sense of. Glowing, white eyes contrasted the darkness of the shadows he was made of. They spilled off him like rushing water, filling the ground and creeping closer to me, warding me away.
“Okay, not that fucking way,” I bit out, turning and heading in the opposite direction again.
“In here.” This time Monty’s voice came from a basement, the broken window just wide enough that I could slip through. The sirens getting closer were all the encouragement I needed.
The broken glass cut through my favorite hoodie, and I let out a soft whimper as I dropped down. I didn’t even have time to pick myself up off the floor before a group of cops came running down the alley.
There was nothing to hide behind in here so I rolled closer to the wall, squeezing myself against it and out of sight.
My heart pounded in my chest as the flashlight beams spilled through the open window. The shop owner had to have told them I stole money or something for this sort of response. This was too much manpower for a fucking sandwhich.
“She’s not here. Probably halfway across the city by now,” the cop told his partner as the beam of light fell away. I let out a relieved sigh as their footsteps receded.
“I bet you’re proud of yourself.”
The sound of Gran’s voice had me freezing. I hadn’t seen that monster of a woman in three years.
In fact, I no longer even lived in the same state.
Unfortunately, living in shelters and hostels to survive meant I didn’t get access to proper medication. Hence the frequent and terrifying hallucinations. At least, despite her voice, she wasn’t actually here. There was no overwhelming floral scent.
“Go away, you’re not real,” I ground out through clenched teeth, pushing away from the wall and heading across the room. “Monty, is it safe to leave?”
No response.
Again, I was alone with the shadows that plagued me. Why was Monty always leaving when I needed him the most? Some alpha…
“Fuck this,” I growled as an overwhelming anger took hold. With the stress, it didn’t even shock me.
High amounts of anxiety or stress always sent me into one of these waves. Uncontrollable anger or sadness, or whatever emotion felt like tormenting me at the time. They were all-consuming, pulsing stronger with each breath I took until I had to get it out.
One way or another.
My hand shook as I fought to dispel it before I gave myself away. The officers may have left, but I doubted they’d made it far.
All of that was forgotten at the sight of the crowbar resting on a table nearby. My hands wrapped around the cold metal before I even realized what I was doing.
A grin slid over my face as I smashed it into the brick pillar near me. The impact was so strong my teeth chattered, but I was already cocking my arm back and slamming it down again.
The chunks of brick and dust falling sounded like rain, and it had a cathartic effect. Soon, all thoughts were gone and all I was and all I knew was destruction. Tables, chairs, walls, crates, boxes, anything left here in this abandoned building was subject to my unwavering anger.
Each swing of my arm had the shadows in here with me moving further away until I stopped noticing them altogether.
“Feel better?” Monty’s voice cut through the silence as I stood amidst the wreckage. His voice was teasing as usual, but he always spoke gentler after these outbursts. At least my mind can be kind to me once in a while. My chest was heaving and my muscles ached, but all I felt was free and giddy.
“Yes, I do,” I answered as I threw down the crowbar. As I glanced around the dark warehouse, lit only by emergency lights and moonlight, I realized the shadows were gone.
A temporary reprieve from my personal plague.
“Is it safe now?”
