Chapter two

My job is what many people would call…undesirable. I didn't know what to think of my job. But as I returned, I knew one thing for certain: David Smith was dead.

I quietly pushed the door open to find Lacia asleep on the couch where I had left her, and Bryce sitting on the chair across from her, watching her sleep. The look on his face was almost…envious. Once he saw me he got up and came over to me.

"Did you do it?"he asked quietly, his eyes serious.

I gave a small nod in response.

Bryce and I had been pretty close ever since we were little. Seth, Bryce's twin, was the only person closer to him than I was. In our family, we all looked similar, so when we were kids, people often got the three of us mixed up. I was often known as the third twin. All of us (except Brent and Jayden) had silvery blue eyes with a thick green ring around the pupil. But as I got older, my dark brown hair turned coal black, while theirs stayed brown. Jayden and Brent, who were also twins, instead had deep ash colored hair and silvery white eyes with a thick grey band in the center.

Suddenly, the unconscious girl stirred on the sofa and looked at us.

"Did you find him?" she asked hopefully. I hated it.

I gave a simple nod, avoiding her eyes, but that wasn't enough.

"Well, where is he?" she demanded, the slightest hint of fear in her voice.

I felt Bryce give me a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, and then he left my small house, leaving the two of us alone.

"Well?" she asked again.

I cleared my throat. "Wolf got him," I muttered brokenly, forcing myself to look at her. I did my best to keep my voice level.

For an instance, the fear in her eyes turned to unbelievable sadness, but it was gone before I could blink, and was quickly replaced with rage.

"How could you let this happen?" she shouted. "You're supposed to protect us!"

"Hey," I said defensively, "I'm doing my job, and that's keeping you safe. It's not my fault you guys decided to walk here!" I felt the anger boiling inside me, but I couldn't help it. i was too tired to deal with her. And I hated it when I was accused of something I didn't do. The only reason this was worse was because it was something I did do.

"Well you could've gone with him!"

"And what good would that have done? What could anyone have done, had they gone with him? What good is a man against a beast, Lacia?" I said angrily, taking a step forward, the words leaving my mouth before I could stop them. Before I could realize they were true.

She flinched backwards, as if she was afraid I would hit her.

My eyes widened as I felt the anger slowly melt away. She was afraid of me… I turned away.

"Besides," I whispered over my shoulder, "its better this way."

And honestly, it was. I usually did what I had to to…eliminate those who knew too much. But in this case, I had saved someone from a fate worse than death.

I felt her eyes on my back as I made my way to the door to my room, letting it slam behind me. I dropped myself back onto my bed, ready to sleep for another four or five hours. It was still early in the morning, and I was still dead tired. And yet, as I lay on my bed, I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep. My own words were left ringing in my ears.

"What good is a man against a beast, Lacia?"

But I was no man. I was the beast. I was a beast. Not fully man, and yet not totally wolf. My head began to pound, and I felt a familiar pang in my chest… the familiar pang of guilt. No, I told myself, I had helped him. The vampires would've been far crueler… I did a good thing.

But, no matter what I told myself, I couldn't get the feeling to go away. Because I knew what I had done. I had killed an innocent life.

Now, I know what you're thinking. I'm soft, I'm wimpy, I'm weak. I can't kill a stupid human without feeling guilty. But if you did it on a regular basis and didn't feel guilty, then no part of you would be human.

My thoughts flashed back to the many human lives I had crushed before. It's a terrifying feeling, having the choice of life and death in your hands. The power of having the choice to decide whether an innocent person lives or dies…is a horrible feeling. Especially when your choice is death. It's even more tormenting when you actually have a soul and the guilt is as crushing and painful as it is.

I rolled so I was lying on my back. I felt as if there was an anchor on my chest, making my breathing labored and painful. My head was still pounding and I felt my vision narrowing as I began to black out, and sleep began to take over my ragged body. I fell asleep with one thought running through my head.

I am a monster.