As soon as they got to their car, John hopped in behind the steering wheel and drove off despite all of Layla's protest and cries. She didn't want to leave her sister but she had to follow suit. She had to survive first if she were to find her sister.
"We will find her Layla. You don't have to worry." Harry tried to bring her a little comfort.
"We will come back for her tomorrow." He further said giving John a cold stare. "You and me."
She nodded her head between muffled cries. She held John's hand tightly throughout the whole journey. She realized, at the that moment, how your judgement can go wrong about the people you think you know so well. While infact, they only show their true colors during a crisis.
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She was half conscious, when she felt the earth moving. Or may be the earth was still and she was moving. She gathered all her strength to pull herself back into consciousness. She could see with a blurry vision. Her cheek was resting on something soft, it felt like the fur of an animal. It took her a millisecond to become fully alert.
She was on the back of a wolf. It was running in the dark dense woods growling furiously. Her body hair begin to stand up. But she didn't budge an inch. She had heard some animals don't prey on dead subjects. So she laid still pretending to be dead.
The wolf stopped suddenly. It violently tossed her on the ground. The act was so sudden that she couldn't keep up the false show and she screamed in fright.
She was surrounded by a pack of husky wolves. They howled and closed in on her slowly. Saliva dripping down their jaws, ready to feast on their arch enemy.
She gathered all her strength to stand up, but the enormous wolf that had brought her here took a massive plunge and pinned her down to the ground. Before she could do anything, she felt it's sharp canines penetrate into her throat. The intensity of excruciating pain made her scream in agony. She tried to reach for the beast's face. She wrestled to push him back, to kick him, but all in vain.
It dug it's canines deep and even deeper into her flesh, squeezing her trachea. She squirmed and struggled for oxygen. The other wolves started attacking her too. One of them bit into her right leg, other tore her t-shirt apart.
Her lips were slowly turning blue. She bagan to feel lightheaded. Her brain was giving up the struggle due to the lack of oxygen. She slowly sank into darkness. She realized this was the end for her.
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Harry offered to stay with Layla that night. She refused the offer and told him to go back and take some sleep. They decided they will go to the woods again in the morning to look up for Stella.
She went into Stella's room.
Her bed was wrinkled as if she had gone somewhere moments ago.
Everything was same yet nothing was same.
She picked up her pillow dug her face deep inside it to feel her dear sister's scent. A few tears escaped her eyes and were absorbed in the pillow. It was cold.
"I'm going to find you my dear. And I won't rest till I get you back here." She pledged.
She didn't sleep at all. Pistol, ammo, knives, taser she stuffed her bag with anything she could find to fight those loathsome creatures. She anxiously paced back and forth in her room and waited for the sun to rise.
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Stella woke up with a jerk from a horrible nightmare. She sat down and found herself gasping for air.
She touched her neck, there was nothing there.
She took long breathes to calm herself down. It was just a nightmare. She let out a sigh of relief.
But then she felt the bump on the back of her head.
'Ouch' It was still sore and hurted upon touching.
All the memories of previous night came crashing down. Not all of it was a dream. She really did encounter a wolf but she fell unconscious when it's canines were mere inches apart from her face. The second clash was just a horrible nightmare.
She was alive. How was that possible. What happened after she fell unconscious? She had many questions in her mind.
She looked around. The room was foreign to her. She couldn't recall how she ended up here despite thinking hard.
She got out of the bed covers and slipped into the sleepers laying on the side of the bed and slowly made her way to the bedroom door.
The corridor was quiet and empty. She felt like she was the only human being there. It led to a stairway.
She was on the third stair when she saw a handsome hunk in the kitchen. He was having his breakfast. He must be the owner, she thought.
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And when I was sure that I was the only one in this beautiful mansion, I saw the most handsome man I had ever seen, nibbling on his toast. His hand stopped midway and he looked up sensing me. Our eyes met for a brief moment and I could see a glint in his ocean blue eyes.
I took a step downward but I felt dizzy and couldn't keep up my balance. I missed the stair and the gravity pulled me towards the ground.
I shut my eyes tightly and waited for the impact. It never came.
Instead, I felt myself falling into someone's arm.
I opened my eyes in shock. There was no way he could catch me unless he ran with the speed of a wolf. He was some twenty feets away from where I was.
I was in his arms our face so close that I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks. I pulled back awkwardly. May be I was hallucinating.
"Thank you." I murmured a barely audible thanks.
"Anytime." He uttered in a beautiful deep voice with a smirk.
The thing more beautiful than his voice was his smile. He was like one of the those Greek god sculptures you see in a museum.
'Stop drooling over every stranger you meet Stella' I reproved myself.
That's what staying single for too long does to you.
"Breakfast?" His husky voice interrupted my internal monologue.
"Sure." My tummy was growling for food.
He offered me a chair and went behind the counter. His hands moved diligently. I cast another furtive glance at him when he was busy making the omlete for me. He was breathtakingly good-looking.
I averted my gaze to the right and I could see my reflection in the mirror. Disheveled hair, wrinkled muddy clothes and messed up makeup ughhh I was a hot mess. I felt even more awkward.
"Fret not kitten, you look adorable."
What the hell is he able to read my thoughts.
"No I can't. Anyone can tell that by the expressions you made."
What even is this man.
"You can take a shower if you want, I'll arrange for your clothes." He said with a mysterious smile.
I could only give a small nod in response.
"Here you go sweetie." He slid the tray infront of me.
He slowly sipped his coffee while I devoured my food.
I felt his intimidating gaze on me when I was done.
"It was delicious. Thank you."
"Anything for you hun." He said in a gleeful manner.
Okay before you start imagining your life with him just know that this could be his way of talking. My inner self chided me knowing very well how affection deprived I was.
"Where am I and how did I end up here?"
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I was on cloud nine. I had finally found my mate. I discovered she was not a werewolf when I brought her home last night. The faint smell of humans I felt was hers.
But who cares if she is a human. She will transition when I mark her. She will not be a human anymore. She will stand with us against her race. My pack can never go against me. I make rules so can I not amend them?
I was in a very cheerful mood today until she asked this question.
Does she know about werewolves? How does she feel about them? Should I tell her she is my mate? There were so many questions in my mind. But as eager as I was , I decided to not rush things. I would go about it slowly.
And why not.... I had all the time in the world. She wasn't going anywhere.