Prologue
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Ashera shivered as he shot her with a surprisingly cold gaze. She could feel his eyes glaring through her soul, searching and studying each and every inch of her. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? You’re freaking me out.” She tried to shake the numbness off her system to gather her senses as she gets a hold of the situation.
Without a word, Wraven grabbed Ashera’s hand and dragged her into the woods. “You’re coming with me, woman.” Last thing he wanted to get a sense of, is her presence. Waves of emotions were flowing through his veins. However, he is a very proud man that he refused to wear his heart on his sleeve.
“Let me go! Where are you taking me? This is madness, sire.” Ashera struggled between his tight grip. However, he intended not to spare a heed of her quacks.
“Ah! You wretched woman!” He got kicked on. Feeling the pain on his groin, his grip loosened. “Come back. What insolence, such lady you are to be punished.”
Tripping over some dead tree branches on the ground, Aquira found herself running from the man of her dreams. “Oh god, help me. That man scares me to death. To hell what he intend to have done bringing me to this wretched, godforsaken place.” She ran for her life not knowing where she ought to go as the moon attempted to surpass the sun. It indicated Ashera that candlelight’s about to take over the world, has she wished to be dead instead rather than wandering off like an eccentric lady in the woods. She shouldn’t have ran away deeper the area. Yet, should have set off back to the house, where she is safe and sound with her Aunt Tanya’s care.
Wild animals began to scatter in the surrounding, hunting for their next prey. Ashera well knew to herself that any moment now, she would be lying breathless in one part of the woods as though a pack of wolves marched towards her. Their tongues out, their salivas drooling over — dropping in every step they took. They’re famished and Ashera is their fortituous prey. “Help… oh no there’s no running away from this now. Wraven, I swear to my remaining breath, I will haunt you down and tear you off to every last bit of you until you see sense to what danger you have put me into.” Tears were forming in her eyes threatening to break free from her tiny eyes.
The pack has already formed around her, leaving her no space to escape. She will be torn apart as the hungry beasts would feast on her flesh. They would be tearing off her skin, tasting every inch of her, munching to the delight of her flesh, crunching to the crunch of her bones cracking between their bite, and howling in satisfaction to her scattered gut. She’s certain of it. This is her end. Ashera closed her eyes abruptly when the biggest of the wolves’ pack, the leader she assumed, advanced towards her. Eyes glittered in flaming red, howling like nothing soothing to the ear, and paws trudging violently against the grass. She struggled to keep her knees straight, when finally her body betrayed her. She sank down to her feet meeting the ground at her buttom as she could feel the stinking breath of the animal caressing her face. The beast’s breath smelled rotten and hot in her bare face. She shivered like nothing she used to before. She is scared. She does not beseech decay at the moment, not now. Fangs barely touched her skin as though she could feel it inching to her. She will be their tasty supper. “Wraven… help…” She whispered between her tears and trembling system. No matter how much she cuss him out for what he has done, he’s rather her sole hope at the verge of life and death. ‘How ironic,’ she thought.
For the third time and for the first time in reality, Ashera heard the loud thundering sound. Like exactly from what she had heard in her dream, twice. A loud shriek, nonchalantly escaped her mouth as the wolves around her let out a howling cry of pain. She dared not to open her eyes. The loud cry of the wolves continued for a couple more of seconds and eventually came to a violent silence. Her tears were unstoppable. She felt weak to the bones. She wanted to go home. She wanted to scream her lungs out for help but no words would come out. “Help… to hell with all of this.” She barely heard herself, even she doubted it soundly came off with a mere decibel. She remained sank down to the ground, crying, cursing her luck, afraid to take the risk of opening her eyes before her. Although, she hears nothing but silence for a minute or two now.
Cold wind seemed to settle beside Aquira. It made her frozen to her position. To her shock, a pair of strong hands pulled her into a tight embrace without a glimpse of gentleness to it. “Hush, my lady, it is but fine now. You are to be of my hold as to safety. Thus, I beg your pardon.” Gently, Ashera lifted her eyelids and adjusted her vision to the darkness around her until she’s got a sight of who is holding her. She knew it. “Wraven, why, what are you doing here. She could have slapped and cursed herself in other circumstances other than the present for how lame she reacted to his presence, despite the terrible things that had happened between the two of them earlier. She thanked the world’s darkness as if it is a blessing in disguise for she could literally feel her cheeks burning red in embarassment. “Saving you, yet again.
“What? What do you mean yet again?”
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