The Alpha's bloodcurse

CHAPTER 4

My lungs were freezing as I flipped up and down in the portal. I could barely see anything meaningful, just blue color all around. It was like a tornado made of blue. I couldn’t talk; my whole body was just going through the portal like an arrow. The force pushing me was unknown. I just knew I was heading somewhere. After a few minutes, the blue color whirling around me seemed to vanish, and I was floating, albeit toward something bright in a dark void. I could hear faint and distant voices. I closed my eyes as I approached the bright light, my head heavy as I slowly began to lose consciousness.

Distant sounds echoed in my head as I tried to open my heavy eyelids. My head was banging like the tribal drums back in my world. Gosh, I hated those drums, waking me up from my morning sleep. I rose from the floor and tried to make sense of where I was. My head was spinning. I looked around; I was in some kind of forest, but I could hear voices nearby. I suddenly realized I hadn’t checked for the dagger in my belt. I searched my belt to find nothing. My stomach ached as I felt a sharp feeling of worry. I looked around me as I bent down to search the ground. I couldn’t lose it. It was my only chance of saving Collin. Without it, I was hopeless, and all this would be in vain.

While still rifling through dried leaves, my eyes caught the dagger lying at a tree root. I leaped forward and quickly picked it up with a sigh of relief, putting it back in my belt. Still hearing distant chatter, I decided to follow the voices, walking to the edge of the forest. The air smelled funny; the mundane world was strange. Their birds did not speak, and their water didn’t sparkle, evident from the spring I had just crossed. I walked for a while until finally reaching the edge of the forest. It was a little high, and I could see what looked like a settlement far below.

Although far, I could see them more closely and clearly. Some children were playing in the fields. It looked like a farm. There were other houses visible, though a bit distant from each other. I started walking down the hill to the farm. As I walked down, I heard a loud, deafening sound that hurt my ears, and I turned to see some sort of machine stop suddenly in front of me. A man stepped out and was saying something, but I couldn’t hear. He looked angry, throwing his hands around at my surprised look at his machine. Though I couldn’t hear, his hand movements suggested I move away, so I stepped forward as the machine started moving again. It had gigantic black round discs that made it move, leaving a trail of black smoke behind it. Humans are so strange.

I kept moving, heading towards the farm. There was a fence surrounding it and a small gate. I managed to push it open and enter the open field.

“Hey!” I paused as I heard a voice from behind me. I turned to see a handsome, muscular man in front of me. He was holding a stick with sharp forks on it.

He walked toward me slowly. “Who are you?” he asked, looking at me suspiciously, his eyes scanning me from top to bottom and back. I knew humans were weak, but I didn’t know they were usually this ripped and handsome.

“I asked you a question, lady. Why are you trespassing on our farm?” he asked again, his deep voice pulling me out of my fantasy.

“I... I’m sorry,” I started stuttering. “I need to find a—” I stopped suddenly, realizing they weren’t supposed to know who I was or what I was looking for.

The man stepped forward and grabbed my arm. “I’m taking you to the police. You’re the thieving vagrant who ransacked our last harvest. I’m not going to let that happen again,” he said as he attempted to drag me away. I grabbed his neck and, with my speed, gave him a leg sweep. My eyes glowed blue, and a wolf face showed for the first time since the festival.

“What are you?” he said, his voice now shaky.

“You can’t keep harassing visitors who come to the farm, Logan,” a distant voice said. I turned to look and silently gasped at an even more handsome and charming man approaching us. I got on my feet as the man stood up and ran toward the other man.

“We need to call the police; she’s a witch,” he said, breathing heavily. My heart was racing. I couldn’t let him reveal my identity. I’d heard of rogues who roam the mundane and cause chaos among humans. I slowly reached for the bone dagger in my belt. I needed to get rid of them, I told myself. This mission was hard enough; I didn’t need rogue shifters on my trail.

“Yes, she’s a witch, and I’m Harry Potter,” the other man replied, laughing. He somehow reminded me of Collin, always smiling even when extremely stressed. He jogged towards me as my hand caressed the dagger. I was ready to strike his handsome face. He stopped in front of me, offering a small white piece of cloth.

“You have to forgive my brother,” he said, smiling at me. “Unlike me, he’s spent all his life tending to animals and, unfortunately, becoming one of them,” he added, turning to his brother, who frowned at us.

“Bloody womanizer,” the first man said, turning to leave.

I took the small cloth and wiped my face with it. I tried to return it, but he held my hand, leaving it with me. His touch was soft and intentional, sensitizing my skin.

“I apologize once again. My name is Paul. How can I help you?” he asked me. I stepped backward as I turned to leave. I was running out of time. I could feel something burning my skin. I reached my hand for the dagger, and it was red-hot. I used the cloth to wrap it. I stood for a moment and turned back to see Paul still looking at me. As I turned, the hotness intensified.

“Could it be?” I whispered to myself, shocked. He turned to leave, and I ran up to him, hiding the dagger back in my belt. Although it burned me, I couldn’t care less.

“Well?” he said as I reached him.

“Lost,” I replied. “I am lost.”

The dagger still burned my skin as I spoke to the moonblood.