CHAPTER 6 He's a freaking Werewolf.

She felt her life flash before her eyes. Memories of her Father and Victoria flashed through her eyes. At that moment, excruciating pain exploded in her head. She screeched as her hair was held in a tight hold by a large hairy arm stopping her fall to death midway. The figure dragged her by her hair back into the room. Elodia dropped to the carpeted ground, holding her pounding head. She looked up at the man who dragged her in but what she saw shocked her down to the bone marrow. Her spine chilled with the creature standing before her. It had a wolf head and a human body. Black fur complimented evilly with his bright red eyes. It stood at about 8 feet tall with bulging muscles. It was as if the creature was half-transformed. She was filled with a mix of fear and fascination. This man, this creature, was unlike anything she had ever encountered before. But despite her apprehension, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him weirdly. She widened her eyes in utter terror, blundering and wriggling, trying to flee from this creature's hold. All the terrifying scenes she had watched in movies and read in stories flashed through her mind, she was sure she was going to be torn apart, devoured alive! Elodia cursed! It was better a death if she fell from this building to her death than be tortured and devoured by a crazed beast. Her body trembled painfully, she struggled to get up, but fear kept her intact. Out of desperation, She cried out in despair: "Let go of me" Elodia began to tremble as the creature lowered its head towards her, its teeth bared and its tongue stuck out of its mouth. The smell of his breath was overwhelming, Pine and earthy and something rotten and foul. She tried to shrink away from it, but she was trapped by its huge hairy arms. Its eyes held intelligence and something ancient, fear didn't allow her to decipher. She held his eyes like she was looking into the eyes of a predator, something that had hunted her for millennia. The creature's cold breath blew across her whole face, and she shivered as she felt the warmth of its saliva dripping down her cheek. She shut her eyes, turning her head away, but she couldn't escape the creature's grip. Suddenly, the weight of the creature dissipated and she felt the warm body over her. Her eyes opened and she came face to face with the handsome face of the model man. He smiled at her before standing and opening her legs, his naked body positioned between her legs and his upper limb held tightly at her shoulder, keeping her tight to the bed. Knowing what was about to come, Since there was no retreat, and the other side didn't intend to let her go, she had to fight back against this bulky handsome demon! She swung her hands wildly, trying to grab something to give this werewolf a taste of its own medicine! Her hand held onto something sharp and she directly stabbed it into the neck of the man He howled loudly in pain holding on to the burning part of his Neck. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room. She looked at what she held, it was the silver Knife Xavier, her ex-boyfriend gave to her. A token of their love, to protect her in case he never was around during a time of danger. The werewolf lying on top of her quickly retreated from her. According to legend, creatures like werewolves were afraid of silver objects. And this just justified what she read. Finally, she skimmed provocatively at the howling werewolf as he touched the bleeding wound on his neck, and the desire for revenge made her unwilling to just leave like this. "You were scary then but with just this little item," she twisted the knife menacingly, "Goodbye Mr. Handsome model man. I hope never to see you again" Elodia wanted to leave through the door but what if his guards stands close by? As a precaution, she decided to leave through the window. She glanced back with lingering fear. The figure was still toiling in pain. Seeing her chance for freedom, Elodia didn't dare waste any time further. Elodia ran, picking a pillow and jumping directly out of the window. She landed hard on the floor but the pillow softened her impact. The streets of London which are usually bustling with people are now devoid of any living being except one sweating, shaky beautiful girl with long raven black hair and torn clothes - Elodia Cavendish. The faster she ran away from the club, the faster her heartbeat decreased as Adrenaline began to settle in. Immediately she reached a far enough distance from the Model man, she felt a burning sensation from the large bite mark on her hand. Her eyes narrowed and she stumbled falling to the pavement. But something soft stopped her descent. With hazy eyes, she stared into the eyes of Xavier before falling unconscious. Looking at the disheveled Elodia, Xavier's heart squeezed in pain. "My sweetheart,….. who could have done this to you" He looked at the small silver knife he had gifted her a long time ago and saw it stained with crimson blood. He took a sniff of it. His face scrunched up in disgust, "It stinks of black wolf's blood. It's that bastard king Wulvric". "When I get my chance, I'll tear him from limb to limb". "Damn it, it's the night of the full moon today, and she's bleeding from her wound! It'll attract more wolves to her". His eyes flashed a color of light gold, controlling his wolf. "Damn it! I have to hold back!" He took her into his car and forced himself to look in the direction of the driver and suppressed his emotions, saying: "Go to 38 Queen's Road! Fast!" The driver respectfully replied, "Yes," then rolled down the window and quickly sped out. During this time, Elodia twisted uneasily, burying her head completely in Xavier's arms, deeply inhaling his scent, murmuring in her mouth: "Beast…. Someone help me!" His heart squeezed as she called the werewolf's beast. He loved her dearly but couldn't show his true self to her. "Let go of me!" Her voice gradually turned into sobs, choking with tears. Through her scent, Xavier knew she hadn't lost her virginity, but to retain that purity from the hands of that bastard king and escape, she must have suffered a lot. Xavier suppressed his urge to kill and anger, placing his hand on her head, a pale halo enveloping her: "Have a good sleep. When you wake up, all these nightmares and memories will disappear." "My love, my dear shining Ell!" ********^******** About 20 minutes after Elodia left, King Wulvric, who had been stiff and motionless, was able to move slightly. However, he's not just an average werewolf. With great power comes great weakness. So the effect of the silver knife greatly affected him. His subordinates quickly burst into the room: "My king, what happened?" "Sire, are you okay?" Several black werewolves, smaller than him, helped him onto the bed and knelt before him respectfully. Despite his episodic paralysis, King Wulvric's mind was sharp and clear. The girl's provocative actions before she left had aroused his burning and deepest desire. "Just who is this girl?" he whispered. So human and small, yet could cause him so much pain and desire.