Without looking back, he fumbled with the key and finally twisted it, then shoved the door open. He slammed the door shut, his breathing erratic.
He knew calling Jane would only make her worried. He was already in enough trouble; he couldn't risk pulling his mom into it too. He needed help, but from where…
His eyes widened, then he ran straight to his room. He opened his backpack and rummaged through it, then finally withdrew the piece of paper the mysterious girl had given him. He took out his phone from his pocket with shaky hands and punched in the numbers.
He tapped the number immediately, and the line began to ring.
"Pick up…pick up, please." The call connected. "Hey…I am sorry for calling you so late, but I need your help."
"Who is this?" Her voice came from the other end.
"Evans…I…"
A strong hand clamped around his throat, and his phone fell from his grasp. The phone fell on the floor, and Evans struggled as his body was lifted off the ground, but it was futile.
"You thought a silly door could stop me?"
Evans clawed against the man's arms, but it didn't help. He did not even shake.
"Let…me go!" Evans said as his feet dangled helplessly in the air.
The man's eyes glowed dangerously in the dark, and his grip got stronger around Evans' neck. "No one is coming to save you. You are on your own, and I'm going to have a good time killing you."
Evans choked as his vision began to blur. His attacks began to get weaker, and his chest began to burn. He recalled that he was on a call before he was grasped around the neck.
His hands shook, and he wasn't even sure if the call was still active.
Evans' lungs screamed for air, and memories of his mother pleading with him to avoid trouble and stay alive displayed in his mind.
He had to stay alive and take care of his mother.
That single resolve made him gather courage, and with the last bit of strength in him, he drove his knee forward…hard enough into the man's groin.
The man's grip loosened slightly, making Evans drop to the ground. Air rushed to his lungs, and he crawled very quickly to his phone. He coughed violently as the painful and sharp air returned to his lungs, but he didn't care.
He needed to call for help..
He dialed the mysterious girl's contact again with trembling hands, but she did not answer. The man, on the other hand, had straightened, a look of amusement on his face.
"I know you are weak, but I never expected the Alpha son to be a coward calling people for help." He said, then heaved a sigh. "Your mother had calmly ruined you and your sister's lives."
Hatred burned in Evans' heart as he stood up, holding his phone firmly.
"I don't know what you are saying about Alpha or cowardly bullshit, but do not involve my mother in this," he replied firmly.
The man clicked his tongue, then crossed his arms. "You think your father really died by coincidence? The bitch of a mother you're trying to protect has been ruining your life, but you're here to support…"
"Shut up!" Evans cut in as he ran towards the man. He calculated how he'd attack him. The man was standing a few steps away from the window, and if Evans could push him out through there, he'd get an opportunity to escape.
He ran with all his might, but as his hands landed on the man's chest to push him, he did not move an inch. Evans widened his eyes, and his heart raced as he saw the deadly smile on his face.
"What do we have here? You wanted to kill me? You?" A guttural laughter escaped his throat. Evans kept pushing, but it was futile until a sharp pain shot through his scalp.
The man grabbed his hair very hard, making Evans withdraw his hands from the man to his own head.
He let out a loud groan as his hair was yanked firmly.
"You thought you could kill me? It's time I show you where you belong," the man let out coldly, and before Evans could react, he was lifted from the ground.
"Please…what do you want? I'd give you anything," Evans declared, his voice shaking.
"Your death."
Before he could reply, he was thrown out. The world spun, and glass shattered around him. Some pierced his face, while pieces almost blinded him, but they couldn't because of the glasses he had on.
A loud smash echoed in the night as he crashed through the window.
It was too fast.
He could not hang on to something, and the ground rushed up to meet him so quickly.
A mix of emotions hit him as he closed his eyes.
Pain.
Fear.
Acceptance.
If he were to die like this, so be it.
Suddenly, a force caught him.
It was as if he landed in someone's arms. He didn't hit the floor.
He snapped his eyes open, and realization hit him. He was wrong.
It was dark and strong claws that caught him. A towering werewolf that was female-like. Her eyes were terrifying and fierce. He did not know what to do as she absorbed the impact and then set him down gently.
He knew she was the mysterious girl, but it seems this is her real form. Her aura was even stranger than before, and a threatening growl escaped her throat.
Evans staggered back, unsure of what to say or do.
A shadow moved from the window, and before they knew it, the man dropped before them from the window. He seemed unfazed, unlike Evans. His eyes scanned her form, and a low grin spread across his lips.
"Well…I never knew you had…friends. Especially not our kind," he said, his tone laced with amusement.
She didn't reply; instead, she moved. She sped towards him, and a very loud impact echoed through the ground as they clashed. The man staggered back and then laughed.