The spirit of Èowyn

Chapter 4

Lucien

The beautiful blonde woman sighed resignedly. "What are you doing here, Cain?" I screamed out my anger and frustration as I pounded on the shadow that separated us from each other. Mate or not, I would do anything in my power to save her. I can't witness something like this without having the power to change the outcome, not again.

"What am I doing here?! You rude little.. You should know that I curse the day the goddess gave you to me. A dirty half-breed who is a fat, timid, dried-up cun*.” My beautiful angel stood with a proud, expressionless face as he hurled his insults.

I wanted to tell her that she was none of those things. She was perfect. Her hourglass figure could make men fall at her feet. Although I was going to give her a double dessert when I managed to rescue her from this hellhole. That bastard had clearly starved her. The poor girl needed to put on some weight to even be healthy. The fact that I might not succeed in saving her was something I couldn't dwell on.

“Are you done?” “NO! We had important guests down there! I expected you to be ready and by my side when they arrived. I've had warriors looking everywhere for you for hours! But it's too late now. The guests have retired to their rooms, and I had to make up a story about your absence so as not to lose face.” She didn't answer him. She just stood there and looked at him void of all emotion. The man growled and looked at her with eyes so full of evil intent that a bad shiver ran down my spine.

"Run, angel. RUN!” I roared with all my might. She looked in my direction with a gaze that searched into nothingness.

Could she sense my presence? Or was it just a figment of my imagination?

Her gaze fell back on the werewolf who was now beginning to tear off his tux. “Get on the bed. Face downward. It's time for me to mark you. I would have liked to avoid this. I don't want to have to give up other women for you. But thanks to you, everyone now knows we're true mates and I can't have other packs questioning me or my actions.” My angel looked horrified at first before gathering herself and huffing indignantly. My heart contracted so painfully that my legs wanted to give way to what he demanded.

I couldn't bear witnessing this, I couldn't bear being so powerless. But I couldn't leave her either.

"I'd rather die than ever let you touch me." She said with a regal posture. Buttons flew as he tore off his shirt.

"I'd love to accommodate you. Cause` the gods should know I'd never want you this hot if it weren't for the damn matebond. Unfortunately, I`m constantly hard because of you and taking my lust out on other women is getting boring. But now we`re done talking. Get on the goddamn bed!” She walked slowly towards him, swaying her hips sultry, seductively. Cut my heart while she did it. As she approached him and reached out to touch his chest, he gave her a superior, cocky smile. I got ready to close my eyes and pray that I would wake up. When she stroked his chest and he looked like he had won, she charged as fast as a panther.

She grabbed his neck firmly with her claws out, causing the blood to drip along his neck. He snarled at her before headbutting her, causing her to let go of her grip and fall to the floor. He grabbed her hair and tore her head back. She hissed in pain. “You Bit*h!”

I threw myself against the grey wall separating us with renewed vigor. But to no use. She tried to tear his hands away as he lifted her up by her hair. She cried out in pain before he threw her on the bed. I ran after and stood as close as I could get to her before the damn wall stopped me. “Common fight, angel!” With renewed strength, she pulled her leg up as his large frame was about to pounce on her and kicked him hard in the face.That was bloody impressive. He roared in anger, his face red from the impact of her feet as he looked up at her from where he was kneeling on the floor. My angel didn`t stop though. She threw herself at him and they tumbled around on the floor in a series of punches, profanities and hateful words hurled from his vulgar mouth.

“I hate you!” She shrieked as he began to gain the upper hand, pinning her to the floor while tearing at her dress. I could see the panicked fear on her face. I threw myself down on my knees next to her and chanted the pet-name I had given her.

“The poker stick, angel. Stab the bastard with the poker stick!!” Just like before, she sought my voice as if she could feel my presence. So, I kept repeating myself over and over before she started to look desperately around her at the same time as she did her best to fight him off. She caught sight of the poker stick and stretched out her arm as far as she could, but she couldn't quite reach it and time was running out fast. I ran around them and, thank the gods, I made it to the fireplace.

I kicked the fireplace tools, so that the stand fell with a crash. With the same quickness as before, she grabbed the poker stick and stabbed her attacker right between the ribs. He threw himself off her with a roar and she quickly got to her feet and attacked him with it again. “I, Èowyn, reject you, Cain, as my mate and future alpha. May you burn in hell!” She sobbed as she stabbed him again and again while he did his best to fight her off before she swung it with all her might and knocked him out cold on the ground.

She dropped the stick with a thud as she looked around in despair. "Run angel. Run as far away from here as you can!" Her head quickly spun around, before her gaze stopped where it was directed straight at me. Goddess, how I wish I knew the colour of her eyes. As if she had heard my plea, she quickly took a bag from the closet, put it on her back and ran out of the room.

"Damn it! Wake the hell up.” I sat up with a massive inhalation. As if my lungs were completely lacking oxygen. I looked around in confusion, before realizing that I was sitting in the tent me and Zane had set up on the riverbank. I looked at Zane who was still holding my shoulders after shaking me out of sleep. “She is coming.”