The Wolves' Princess

ANakedYounhMan

The wolf halted as it was shot, and one of the French men fired at the wolf's leg, the wolf moved a step forward and he immediately fired three shots at its belly. It howled and began moving towards them, they looked at each other with their eyes and mouths wide open.

The two drew their swords and aimed at the wolf while the one with a bow and arrow continued firing shots at the wolf.

Julietta quickly got down from the horse and ran into the woods. As she was running, she heard the men scream so she paused and looked behind. The screams continued and suddenly stopped.

She knew she had a better chance to get to safety faster with a horse than on foot, she thought of going back for her horse but she sensed the danger.

“I don't want to die,” She thought out aloud.

On second thought, she moved quietly to the scene, where she saw the three French men ripped apart and before them was a naked young man.

Her hands covered her widely opened mouth, she stared at the bodies, unable to utter a word.

She gazed at the young man, “The wolf, did you see it?” she paused, “You're bleeding!! And naked!!,” She turned away, closing her eyes.

He began walking towards her, She sensed someone pass by, she opened her eyes and it widened as she saw him pull down Gonzalo's pants.

“What are you doing?” She mumbled.

“I'm stealing your dead friend's clothes, I need to put on something, I think you've seen enough.” He said, wearing the pants.

Julieta folded her arms, not knowing what to say. She had a lot of questions but she knew she had to ride to safety first. She moved to get hold of the horse's saddle but the young man quickly rushed to her.

“No, no, I'm taking the horse.”

Jullieta's eyes narrowed, her arms still folded across her chest. “The horse is mine!”

The young man ignored her and with a swift motion, he swung onto the horse's back and rode out.

Julietta tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat.

“Wait!!” She struggled out the word.

The young man halted, his back still turned to her. Her eyes were welling up but she tried to show bravery, “I am Princess Julieta Castillo!, daughter of the King!”

He tugged the straps on the horse to continue his journey but Julietta cried out.

“Please!! I'm scared, help me.” her voice cracking as she spoke.

The young man slowly turned to face her, he rode back to her and pulled Julietta up behind him. She landed with a thud.

Julieta wondered how he was able to pull her in that manner, he seemed to be in his early twenties and she was certain she weighed more than him. Nevertheless, there were more pressing questions on her mind.

“Hold me tight if you do not intend to fall.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist as the horse began to move. She gazed at his wounds, she was astonished to see that it wasn't bleeding anymore, she began to doubt what she had seen earlier.

“Perhaps, it was just a stain.”

“Where are you taking me to?” she voiced out.

The young remained silent and increased his speed.

“Can I at least know who you are?”

“Louis Roux!!”

Her heart raced, she quickly released her hands off his waist and her heart began to beat faster. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

“If you don't hold me, you're going to fall!” He said.

“You're.. you're French!!” She stammered, her whole body shaking.

Louis slowed down and maintained the pace to prevent her from falling off the horse.

He got to a hut and stopped, he swayed down from the horse and pulled the princess down. Her body still shaking, her eyes filled with tears as she began backing away from him.

Louis grimed and took a step closer. “Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you... yet.”

Julietta swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “What do you need me for?”

Louis' grin widened. “You came willingly, you begged me to help you out.”

“I didn't know you were French, please just let me go.”

Julietta couldn't shake the feeling that she was in grave danger. Louis seemed to be enjoying her fear, and she wondered what he was capable of.

Louis wiped her tears with his fingers as she shivered, his hands slowly moved from her eye bag down to her cheeks and at that moment, her eyes widened and she stepped backwards.

“Your eyes!!” She said and folded her arms across her chest.

Louis narrowed, not understanding what she was trying to say.

“How did you do it?” Julietta asked.

“Do what?”

“Your brown eyes turned blue.”

Louis looked away immediately, “it can't be, it's not supposed to happen.”

His heart began to beat faster, he knew what it meant for his eyes to turn blue, but he wasn't ready to believe it.

Julieta suddenly felt at ease, that feeling of being endangered disappeared, her curiosity took control and she stepped forward.

“What's not supposed to happen?” She asked, leaning towards him.

He turned to her and his eyes were still sparkling blue. All Jullieta saw at the moment was the beauty of the eyes. It was strange to her, that the man she felt scared of a while ago was suddenly pleasurable in her eyes.

“What's the colour of my eyes?”

Julieta smiled, “they're still sparkling blue.”

Louis grabbed her immediately, he held her neck tightly and she began to cough.

“Who exactly are you?!!” he paused, “and don't you dare say the princess!!”

Julietta struggled to free herself from Louis' grip, but he held tight. “I... I don't know what you want me to say,” she gasped.

Louis released his grip, and Julietta stumbled back, gasping for air. Her mind raced. She had never seen anything like that before, a man's eyes turning blue “Your eyes, what does it mean?”

“It means you're my mate,” he growled, his eyes still sparkling blue.

Julietta's heart skipped a beat. “Mate?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “What does that even mean?”

Julietta's mind reeled with questions, but before she could ask the next one, Louis moved to her.

“It means you are not who you claim to be”