The lycan king's innocent mate

5:devil spawn

Birdie's POV:

I thought I was dead.

I registered the pain in my foot above the entire pain in my body.

I stirred awake, a deep involuntary groan slipped past my lips, my brows scrunched together as the discomfort began to register. It started out as a dull ache, form my head down to my toes but especially under my feet. I was sore all over.

I opened my eyes, meeting an unfamiliar ceiling. The air was laced with the smell of herbs, the air hot and humid. I raised my body up, propping myself on my elbows. A quick look around showed a simple looking bedroom, with a bed which I was on, a dresser, a desk and a nightstand, a window which was open and sunlight streamed through it. A humidifier sat on the nightstand, a cloud of warm steam blowing out of it. I sat up fully, wondering where I was.

The last thing I remember was running from obsidian pack and running and—

I gasped, my eyes widening. A lycan. I met a lycan!

I had heard numerous stories of lycans. It was a hot topic to scare stubborn children into submission.

"We'll take you to the lycans. The eat stubborn kids for snacks." Mothers would say.

Lycans were rumoured to be brutal, untamable and evil creatures. The possess speed and strength far beyond us, and some of them have strange mystical gifts. No one knows where they came from, perhaps they were the first of the moon goddess's children.

But legend has it that we normal wolves evolved from them.

A lesser evil, we were told.

"If you ever meet a lycan, say your last prayers and prepare to die." I can remember my father saying those words to us, his eyes blazing with seriousness as he spoke. He would then proceed to tell us stories of how their best warriors were often undone by lycans.

My heart began hammering in my chest. Surely I'll be killed! Lycans don't show mercy! That's why they have their own land, far from the rest of the world, a different kind of place that bended all the rules of nature. And everyone knows not to cross their borders unless seeking death.

How...how the f**k did I end up in lycan land?!

Running from Odin straight into hell. I would have a better fate if I had stayed in Obsidian pack for sure. He was my mate still.

I threw the covers off my body and swung my legs off the bed. The instant my feet touched the ground, pain shot up my body in rapid shockwaves. I let out a loud scream and pulled my feet up.

It felt like my feet had been scrubbed off the top layer of my skin. I peered down, and yes. The bandages wrapped around my feet were spotted with blood.

The door burst open and rushing footsteps ran inside. "Are you okay?!" A man asked. He grabbed my shoulder And pulled me up.

"Stay away from me!" I screamed, fear lacing my voice. The man pulled back and looked at me, a slight frown on his brows.

A lycan. I'm looking at a real lycan. It was very clear that he was different. Tall and lean, with eyes that glowed subtly. His ears were pointier too, I noticed.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" His eyes tracked down to my feet and he sighed. "You shouldn't move, you're severely hurt. It will take a while for you to heal, werewolves typically have slower healing—"

"I'm leaving!" I snapped, my fear evident. "I cannot stay here!" My body trembled, hot tears pricking my eyes. I told myself that I won't cry. No. I'm already showing enough weakness in front of this creature. I cannot start crying now.

"You're not leaving. You need to heal."

"I can't." I pushed myself to my feet again, biting my lip hard when the pain stung. "I must leave now and—" the pain felt too much, shooting right to my head. I lost my balance, my arms flaring around for anything to break my fall with.

"Just sit down for heavens sake!" The man crossed the space between us and grabbed my arm before I could hit the ground.

I shoved him off me, and that only resulted in me falling on the ground.

He stared at me, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. "You're a handful." He sighed heavily and shook his head, like I was the saddest thing ever. "And I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

Before I could ask what it was, he reached out with speed and struck a spot on my neck. The last thought on my mind before I passed out was that Vance and Josephine will never know that I died and how I died.

*****

The next time I regained consciousness, it was dark outside the window, and I was alone.

The pain in my body was still there, but reduced slightly. I sat up, listening for any sounds beyond the door.

What was I thinking? And now I'm in a dangerous place and will soon meet my death. Wasn't it better to stay at Obsidian where at least I knew I....

I ran my fingers through my hair and groaned. What am I even thinking? It wasn't like Odin was any better. At that rate, he was going to kill me too. Just a Slower death. I'm sure the lycan will make it fast.

I don't even have anything on me. The dagger is gone, and I'm all alone.

I forced myself to get on my feet again. The pain nearly made me fall back on the bed, but I forced myself to stand.

I have to leave. Run as far from here as I can. Keep running till I get to another place, anywhere else at all. Far from here.

I walked to the door, debating if to go slowly or faster to just feel the pain out completely. I made it to the door slower than normal. Sweat dotted on my brows and I exhaled deeply. The pain was so intense. And my muscles ached, sorely too. I grabbed the door knob and pulled.

Locked. Bolted shut. It didn't budge at all.

I exhaled shakily. "Okay, calm down. Calm down..." My words barely made me calm down at all.

I looked around for anything that will help me get out of this situation. Should I break the door down? Do I even have the strength for that?

Standing was making my feet hurt so damn much. I needed to think fast. And now.

I spotted the window. The curtains billowed softly in the night breeze. It was open.

I nearly squealed for joy. He locks the door but leaves the window open?! How dumb.

I hobbled over to the door, my lower lip drawn between my teeth to stifle my moans of pain. I told myself that it was nothing. I had suffered far worse pain at Odin's hands. By his hands and by his...

I shook my head. No. I shouldn't be thinking about that. It's done. I left that place. And he won't find me here. Surely he won't search for me.

I got to the window and grabbed the still. I stuck my head out of it and looked down, thankfully it wasn't a long drop. Turns out that this house was merely a cottage.

I grabbed the still tightly, thinking of how best to jump over. When I do jump over, how would I run? With my feet all beat up and bleeding?

"Screw it." I hissed to myself. Either way, I'm leaving this place tonight.

I prepared to hoist myself over the edge.

A hand clamped down hard on my shoulder, pressing me down and preventing me from jumping over. "Where do you think you're going?"