Abandoned by Fate

Chapter3

TRISHA's POV

Something was following me, something strange, and something with great hunger, but for what?

I didn't know.

I increased speed, running from one entrance to another, but I couldn't seem to find a way out. It was like I was trapped in a maze and whatever was pursuing me knew I had no way out. I felt a draft of air, like someone passed by me. I turned quickly to see, but no one was there.

Just me and my loud breathing alone in this empty space. Then I heard a quiet chuckle, in an obviously masculine voice.

I wasn't being pursued. I was hunted. This realization increased my fear. I started to run blindly, not caring for where I went, just needed to get out, fast.

I finally stopped. It was a dead end, no way out for me. I gasped, feeling fear choke me.

“Why are you running, little wolf?” A dark, husky voice whispered tauntingly into my ear, lifting the hair of my shoulder.

I jerked awake, panting and looking around frantically in the dark to get my bearing. “Where am I?”

I was in a dark room with mostly black but beautiful decor and in a soft large bed with dark blue bedding. I stood abruptly, looking frantically for a door, found it at the extreme end of the large room and turned the knob.

“Ahhh!” I sighed in relief.

I wasn't trapped like in my dream. I stepped out and tried to find a way outside.

After a few minutes, I came to two conclusions.

Either I was dead and this was my hell and my punishment in this hell was to wander around, or I was still dreaming, and I'd been abducted by a wealthy but dark and mysterious psycho.

The memory of me asking for help while I laid on the ground bleeding, flashed back to my memory suddenly. And the anger and grief which I hadn't felt since I woke up returned with full force as everything that happened that night flashed before my eyes.

Then I realized I wasn't in any pain, just a full throb by my side. I lifted the black t-shirt. I was weary of checking the injury I had by my side. It wasn't there, all that was left was a thin scar. My hand went to my neck to check for any wound but nothing, no bandage, no injury, no pain, just nothing.

Yes, we wolves heal fast, but this recuperation was beyond my understanding.

“Either I've gone mad or I'm currently a wandering ghost,” I murmured to myself, continuing on my exploration.

A question flashed through my mind and I stopped abruptly. “How long since the incident have I been here?”

I looked around at the 'here', darker draping, more old paintings and beautiful carvings embedded in the furniture and on the wall also more expensive and exotic looking decorations scattered randomly.

“Seeing you can walk around stealthily, then you must feel better.”

Hearing the voice from nowhere, I turned back abruptly, scared and self-conscious. I saw a handsome man standing akimbo looking at me like I was a rare specimen of a virus, intelligence and mockery vivid in his eyes.

“I'm not your savior. I'm your savior's assistant,” he said mockingly.

“Savior?” I asked, confused.

“You know the one who saved you when you were dying and brought you here to be taken care of,” he said with a brow, walking closer.

“That was real?”

“…..the shadow man?” I asked, not scared that he was standing directly in front of me now. He didn't give the Lorenger vibe.

He chuckled “Shadow man, it is then.”

“Ooh.” That was all I could say.

He turned abruptly and walked back the way he had come.

I realized he was a little taller than I was but had a strong build though slim in stature.

“If you don't mind, mademoiselle, this shadow man asked to see you immediately you are awake.” He turned back to make sure I was following him.

“.....and I assure you, you don't want to see him mad.”

I followed him obediently down the stairs and, after some twists and turns around the dimly lit corridor, we stopped in front of a mahogany door.

He turned and smiled brightly at me. In fact, too bright for my liking. He opened the door and gestured that I should enter. I looked questioningly at him.

“Just me?” I asked.

“As requested by my Lord,” he replied, that annoying smile still on his face.

I took a step forward and looked into the open door. It was dark, darker than the hallway.

No. I didn't want to go there, not now, not in an hour's time.

I looked at my guide who was watching me patiently. “You never told me your name.”

He raised a brow. “I'm Corman, little lady, and I know what you're doing.”

I gave him an innocent look. “I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Corman.”

He sighed patiently like he was dealing with a naughty toddler. “You are stalling, Trisha, and we both know it. I'm too busy for this, so if you don't want me carrying you inside over my shoulder, which I know you wouldn't like and which isn't my preference either, please.....”

He turned on his really bright smile, which was lost on me, but he didn't care. “....kindly walk in yourself mademoiselle.”

I glared hard at him, and he somehow increased the watts of that really bright smile though his eyes were beginning to turn cold. I walked by him angrily and entered the room. The door closed softly behind me, entrapping me in this unknown room with God knows who?

My wolf eyes adjusted to the darkness and I walked gently and quietly trying to understand where I was and also make the minimum noise possible as I looked around. It was a study, a large study at that, almost as big as a standard library with shelves filled with different books in different languages.

Some languages I could identify and some were just signs and symbols. As I was returning a particular scroll filled with strange drawings which I couldn't seem to understand back to its place, my eye caught a book.

So black and beautiful. It had a black moon drawn on it. I picked it up and traced the full black moon with my finger even as my hand traced the letters written in bold italic on its hard black cover.

“The lord of Blackthorn Valley,” I whispered aloud, enraptured by its title.

It was a popular take used to scare little wolves.

Stories about the terrible Lord who ruled over the whole of Black Thorn, including all the Alphas in Blackthorn valley.

He was old. No one knew his age or origin and it was so cruel that no one wanted to get his attention. Though some stupid young wolves wished he could fall in love with them, and then they had changed him totally.

What a stupid notion. I laughed underneath my breath.

“Are you this curious to know about me little wolf?” A voice whispered directly behind me.