Chapter 3
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My patience was basically running out of hand and my body buzzed with a need to kill. To kill whomever had taken my baby from me. To make them suffer great pain.
"I...I don't know."
I swallowed the thick blob of saliva lodged in my throat, my left fist clenching. "You don't know?"
"No."
"I guess I have no choice but to send you to your ancestors then."
"You...you can't do that."
"You seem pretty sure of that."
"Please…" he muttered. "I really don't. They were in a mask."
My mind zeroed in on either Zander or Lilian. Or they could be a team. I slowly let go of the servant and jerked him around to face me.
He looked very young. Couldn't be more than 17. His lean and lanky frame spoke of years of hardship and malnourishment. I sighed. This wasn't who I was. "What's your name?"
"Ryker," he responded, not meeting my eyes.
"Ryker. Look at me." He was a good six inches taller so he had to look down, but then turned away just as quickly. "Look at me," I said again.
"I… I can't. Your eyes…"
I frowned. "What's wrong with my eyes?"
"They're...red."
"What?" I had brown eyes. And it was uncommon to have red eyes. What the hell was he talking about? "Red?"
He nodded numbly. "They're hard to look at."
I shook his observation away. "Go back and tell them you buried me six inches deep. Can you do that?"
He nodded again.
"I need to hear you say it."
"Yes. Yes, I'll tell them you're now six inches deep inside the Earth."
"Go now."
He hastily retreated, as though I was a poisonous gas that shouldn't be inhaled.
"And Ryker?"
He turned back to me reluctantly.
"If you divulge what really happened, I will find you. And I will finish you off."
"Understood."
My plan was to attack the Nightshade clan once the day broke. To kill Zander and Lilian, and anyone else who would stand in my way. I'd have a lesser chance of succeeding if it was at night. As wolves are more alert at that time of the day.
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My body felt... wrong.
It was still the same petite thing but it felt like lead. And what was worse was that I was beginning to adapt to it. It was sinister that the incident that was supposed to break me, make me weak and cause me to die was what was making me stronger.
What was fueling me.
My blood rose with the sun but boiled hotter than it. What was taken from me was more than a child, it was my whole life.
And I was going to avenge it.
I called into my wolf and felt the transformation process. I had always been able to control her. This time around, I suddenly lost all sense of control.
I was galloping through the forest before I knew it and viciously tearing apart wild animals. My body surged with an adrenaline I had never felt before.
I was headed into the village and knew I would be preying on wolves in no time yet I couldn't stop myself.
A figure loomed ahead in the distance, and I charged even faster, eager for their blood.
Suddenly, I felt the sharp sting of an arrow by my side. Then another one in the same spot. My running slowed down. What finally stopped me was the last arrow.
My golden fur was coated in a bit of blood, and I felt drowsy. There were no pains from the attack. I just felt suddenly dizzy and soon, I was dead to the world.
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"I didn't expect you to be so little."
I heard the voice but decided to pretend to still be out cold. It was strong, low, and very deep. It was a voice that commanded respect.
"And...sad."
My breath hitched as he continued assessing me.
"What happened to you little one?" The room was silent for what felt like hours during which it was hard regulating the loud pumps of my heartbeat. "Open your eyes."
The authority in his tone made me respond. And do just as he said.
"A rogue," he mused.
His eyes...they were hard to place. A mix between brown and gray. They didn't give anything away as intense as they looked. He didn't look like he belonged to this world at all. The sharpness of his jawline, his full eyebrows, and thick lashes were undeniably attractive. But it really was his eyes that got me.
"Who are you?" I mumbled. "And where did you take me to?"
"Somewhere safe."
"I don't need protection."
"No. You don't. I'm protecting the rest of the world from you."
Memories of the last hour flashed into my brain and shame made my cheeks turn red. He was right. I could have killed hundreds if he hadn't stopped me. I really had no control of myself then.
Still I argued while sitting up. "I wouldn't have done anything."
"No, you would have exterminated an entire pack."
"That's not…"
He raised a brow, waiting for me to finish.
His calm nature irked me. I scowled and made for the door but it was hard to find since every wall was painted in the same bright shade of white.
This place was the exact opposite of the dungeons I had been thrown in.
"Where is the door?" I asked irritatedly.
"Going out to wreck more havoc?"
I stepped closer to him and jabbed a finger at his face, standing on my tiptoes. "You don't know the first thing about me."
"I know that you're dangerous and shouldn't be roaming about carelessly."
I gritted my teeth together, seething. "That...was a mistake. It's never going to happen again."
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me against him, his breath warping on my skin.. "We shall see about that, won't we?"
I ran my tongue against my fangs, trying to stop them from pushing their way out. I had to prove to this man that I was in control of my body but it was seemingly impossible.
"Let me go."
His hand found my belly and he patted the kimono apart. Soon, he was pressing my injury, making me wi
nce. "A stabbing. Let's see what else."
That moment of distraction was all it took for me. I sank my fangs into the skin just below his
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