Lunar Phases: Golden Eyes

Chapter 8: Pain

An abrupt sound from the first floor stunned Hyacinth.

'Possibly it's my mate?'She thought excitedly as her toes curled in the thought of her pain finally ending.

When she tried to sniff the air, she got a strong whiff of a wet wolf. It had the rotten odor of a wolf that hadn't been bathed in a long time. She scrunched up her nose as the stink intensified and the space between them shrank.

'Well, in case it's my mate, I'll, in any case, recognize him.' Ashana said anxiously as she was additionally trusting this was actually their mate.

This was perhaps an addition to fantasizing about the present circumstance of hallucination. Hyacinth badly wanted to meet her deceased parents, which resulted in a frightening hallucination. The same could probably be occurring now with her mate.

The cushioning of paws as it ascended the steps halted briefly on the top of the stairs. There was a brief pause, and then it started running frantically on the hallway towards Hyacinth's room.

'Something isn't right!', Ashana shouted, frightened by the way the wolf was growling.

Hyacinth pulled her upper body off the bed and supported herself with her elbows. She used her unchained right leg to try to break the chains on her right leg. Her heartbeat quickened as she heard the wolf repeatedly beating its body against the door.

She sought to break the chains vulnerable, fearing she would end up like her mother. Despite the reddening and burning of her flesh around her ankles, she tried to pull the chains off; nevertheless, it was insufficient to break.

"No!" shouted Hyacinth as the shackles refused to part. The door shook wildly, and a fracture appeared in the middle of it. She tried to rip her wrist free from the restraints, but they were silver.

She shouted boisterously for help, hoping that someone from the forest could hear her.

The door slammed open, spreading fragments of wood around the room. The wolf shook its head, attempting to recover from the effects of repeatedly hitting the door.

The wolf looked at her and leaped into the bed, shredding the bedsheet with its nails. Its head approached her, displaying his teeth and snarling madly over her face. It drew its head back, preparing to bite her when she booted the wolf in the stomach with her right leg. The wolf took a step back and stepped on the shackles, freeing her left leg. he kicked it again, this time hard, and he landed off the bed. Her hallucination of her parents appeared on the side with them cackling at the sight of her struggling.

It rose up and hissed angrily; it rushed back to the bed, but she kicked it wherever she could to keep it from getting to her neck. The wolf's claws widened and dug into her hip bone, dragging it down to her lower leg. She screamed in agony as its claws dug into her skin.

She was paralyzed. She couldn't move her legs. She screamed once again as it crept back up on the bed, its lower torso squashing her injured legs.

"MATE," she cried furiously, so loudly that her throat ached. This was a final attempt in the hopes of finding her mate. The mate was the sole one seeking for her, coming to her aid, and the only one who could save her.

Her cries were answered as an enraged dark wolf flung the earthy colored wolf's body backward. The wolf went defensively up the bed above her and snarled frighteningly, yet it was a comfort to her. She fixed her sight on the black beast. Its fur is nearly as dark as night.

She raised a hand and rubbed the fur on his underbelly, enthralled by his fur. He trembled slightly but kept his gaze fixed on the earthy-colored wolf.

He continued to snarl at the earthy-colored wolf that was stepping back at the far end of the room. It charged at them, but the dark wolf leaped over the earthy-colored wolf and used its paws to restrain the earthy-colored wolf's neck. The dark wolf showed dominance by slowly increasing the pressure of its paw on the neck of its opponent until it surrenders or dies. The earthy-colored wolf stopped struggling and succumbed to submission by revealing its throat. The earthy-colored wolf went limp from lack of oxygen, and only then did he lift its paw away.

The first rays of the day shone through her window, and the black wolf in front of her transformed into a person. His back was turned to her, and she admired his back muscles and well-sculpted physique. She sniffed the air, and the scent of her mate wrapped her senses. She involuntarily closed her eyes as she continuously deeply inhaled the indescribable aroma.

He turned around and watched her sniff his scent with tears streaming down her face. He dashed up to her and grabbed her face. She cried, even more, when his flesh met hers. She was happy that she would not suffer the same fate as her mother.

"Why are you sobbing, sweetheart?" he said, shushing her and scanning her body for any injuries. He then spotted the blood on the bedsheet from her ripped legs. He cursed loudly and shattered all the chains that bound her. He looked at the handcuffs and snapped them in half like a toothpick.

She flushed as she realized she was nude. She drew the ripped blankets about her, attempting to hide as much of her bare body as possible. He came to a halt and glared disapprovingly.

He just spoke one word huskily, "Dirty."

She looked down at the blankets she had wrapped and comprehended what he meant: the sheet was contained with her blood and dirt from the earthy-colored wolf.

He dashed to her cabinet, grabbed a washcloth, and sped to the bathroom. She couldn't take her eyes off his rear as he sprinted around her room. She averted her gaze as she caught a glimpse of his diddle hanging.

She flushed a little more and looked away and fanned herself with her hands to cool herself down from the blood rushing to her cheeks. She controlled herself and focused on his eyes instead.

He lifted her up gently and raced to the hallway, and kicked the first door to the left, which was a storage room. He ran to the other door, which was the guest room. He slowly lowered her onto the bed and sat next to her.

He was preparing to apply the damp towel to the open wounds that ran from her hip bone to her leg that needed to be cleaned to heal properly.

"I can do it," she said as she asked for the washcloth from his hand.

He gave her a stern look and replied, "No."

She lay there watching as he placed the washcloth on her wounds. Involuntarily, she growled in agony and slid away. To keep her from moving, he put his hand around her waist. She gasped as tingles spread through her body on their first skin-to-skin contact. He looked unfazed by the tingles.

His attention was focused on the wounds, and his face got closer to my hipbone, scrutinizing the cuts that were four inches away from her cooch. She blushed and covered her cooch with her hand. With a wrinkle of his forehead, he concentrated on cleaning her wounds clean. She watched as he tightened his teeth, his jaw muscles twitching. He was furious, yet he was holding her waist softly but forcefully to keep her from wiggling.

It had only been two minutes, but it seemed like hours. He was now wiping down to her leg, where the wound ended.

Each leg has four severe gashes. The wound was mending slowly due to how deep it was. Her pain has subsided, but she still kept squirming because of the foreign tingles she had been feeling. His face is so near to her skin that every exhale he releases warms her flesh. She grasped his forearm and yanked it away from her waist because of the uncomfortable and foreign feeling. He glared at her and snapped his eyes at her.

"You really don't have to do this. I have a salve that will heal this in seconds. It's only in the other room. If you don't mind getting it.", she cleared my throat, unsure whether it was the right decision.

He snarled and flung the soiled washcloth against the white wall, leaving a large stain. Hyacinth is shocked by the abrupt action his mate has done. She glared at him, and they had a staredown.

His piercing gaze made her feel like she was on fire. She averted her gaze as he said aggressively, "I've been looking for you."

"Well, no s**t, you're meant to do that," I remarked sarcastically.

He swung his hand at the bedhead, punching it repeatedly. The wood began to fall above her head. She shielded her head in case a splinter fell on her, but he simply kept punching the bedhead. Following two more hits, he came to a halt and was now attempting to control his breathing.

"Your pain," he hissed.

She uncovered her face, scowled at him, and said, "I told you you didn't have to do anything; I can take care of myself."

"No," he said.

That was all he said as he came back down to her injured leg and pushed her hips down, stopping her from getting up.

What he did next was not what he expected. The last self-control she had that she had been compressing was thrown out of the window as he licked her wounds. Her leg shook as he started licking her hip bone and making his way to her leg. She stared at him and noticed that the injuries had begun to close instantly.

She gulped, her fingers clenched on the bedsheets, and stared up at the ceiling. She fisted his hair and tried to pull him away from her skin, but he wouldn't budge. She clenched her eyes and mouth, but as his tongue touched across the inside portion of her thighs, where the gashes continued, she couldn't stop herself.

She moaned.

An erotic sound that she had no idea could come out of her mouth.

The only moan she has ever made is when she’s in agony from training.

When the sound of her moan echoed across the room, her ears were ready to bleed from embarrassment. That was as though it was the only sound in the room. It was louder than she had anticipated.

To her embarrassment, her wolf snickered.

‘Bitch.”, Hyacinth thought.