Moonlit Love

CHAPTER 2: ILLEGAL LOVE

Out of nowhere, Elizabeth heard a low snarl, trailed by the sound of something moving in the underbrush. She froze, her heart beating in her chest.

"Anthony," she murmured critically. "Something's out there."

Anthony drew his blade, his eyes checking the timberland for any indication of risk. However, the snarling became stronger, and Elizabeth acknowledged with a premonition that they were encircled.

"Anthony," she said once more, her voice shaking. "I don't figure we can battle them generally off."

Anthony's demeanor solidified. "Then we'll run," he said. "We'll run and we won't stop until we're out of this woodland."

However, as they went to escape, they understood that it was past the point of no return. The werewolves had surrounded them from all sides, their eyes shining in the dimness.

Elizabeth and Anthony remained one after the other, their weapons good to go. In any case, the two of them realize that they were dwarfed, and that their possibilities of endurance were thin.

The werewolves surrounded them, their snarls becoming stronger and seriously threatening. Elizabeth could feel her heart beating in her chest, and she realize that this was all there was to it. This was the way things were all going to end.

In any case, similarly as the werewolves were going to assault, there was an unexpected glimmer of light. Elizabeth felt a flood of energy flowing through her, and she understood that somebody had done magic.

The werewolves cried in torment, their bodies squirming on the ground as they attempted to shake off the impacts of the spell. Elizabeth and Anthony exploited the flashing interruption to run, their feet beating on the woodland floor as they hustled towards the wellbeing of the town.

As they ran, Elizabeth looked behind her, and her heart froze in her chest. There was a figure remaining in the shadows, watching them with shining red eyes.

"Anthony," she murmured, her voice scarcely perceptible over their strides. "We need to continue to run. We're undependable yet."

Anthony gestured, his appearance dismal. The two of them knew that.

When they arrived at the town, Anthony and Elizabeth went directly to the police headquarters. They burst through the entryways, gasping and perspiring, and moved toward the front work area.

"We really want your assistance," Anthony panted out. "We're being pursued by somebody in the woods."

The official working took a gander at them warily. "What compels you think somebody is after you?"

"We saw him," Elizabeth said, her voice shaking. "He was pursuing us through the forest."

The official grimaced and got the telephone. "I'll call for reinforcement. Meanwhile, could you at any point portray the individual you saw?"

"He was tall and strong," Anthony said. "Wearing all dark with a ski cover over his face. We were unable to see his highlights."

The official gestured and handed-off the data to the dispatcher. "We'll send a watch vehicle to look at it. Meanwhile, both of you ought to stand by here."

As they sat in the holding up region, Elizabeth couldn't shake the sensation of disquiet. She continued looking behind her, half-hoping to see the man from the forest remaining there.

"We will be OK," Anthony said, putting a consoling hand on her shoulder. "The police will deal with it."

Yet, Elizabeth wasn't completely certain. She was unable to shake the inclination that they were still in harm's way, that the man in the forest was still out there, hanging tight for them.

All at once, the way to the police headquarters burst open and two men dressed in dark strategic stuff raged in. They wielded weapons and yelled for everybody to get all the way down.

Elizabeth's heart hustled as she understood what was going on. They weren't cops by any means. They were the ones who had been pursuing them through the forest.

"Get up," one of the men yapped at them. "We're taking you with us."

Elizabeth and Anthony stood up leisurely, their hands brought up in give up. They were dwarfed and outgunned. It was basically impossible that they could battle right out of this.

As they were driven outside, Elizabeth got a brief look at the watch vehicle left out front. The official inside was stooped over the wheel, blood gushing down his face.

The two men drove them into the rear of a van and forcibly closed the entryway. Elizabeth's brain dashed as the van drove away. Where were they taking them? What's more, why?

As they drove further into the open country, Elizabeth attempted to get a handle on the thing was going on. Had they staggered onto something they shouldn't have? Was this some sort of intricate hijacking plot?

In any case, regardless of how diligently she attempted to defend it, she was unable to shake the inclination that they were in grave peril.

The van at last halted in a disconnected clearing somewhere down in the forest. The two men hauled them out, their firearms prepared on them the entire time.

"What is it that you expect from us?" Anthony requested. "For what reason would you say you are doing this?"

In any case, the men didn't reply. All things considered, they drove them to a little lodge in the forest and pushed them inside.

As they were tossed onto the floor, Elizabeth couldn't resist the opportunity to contemplate whether they could at any point survive the ordeal. Is it true or not that they planned to be held hostage for eternity? Or then again more terrible?

The final thing she recollected before the haziness shut in was the entryway locking behind them.

Elizabeth's head pulsated as she gradually recovered cognizance. She moaned and attempted to sit up, yet observed that her options and feet were limited firmly together.

"Anthony?" she called out, her voice frail.

"He's here," a rough voice answered.

Elizabeth admired see one of their capturers approaching over her. He scoffed down at her prior to directing his concentration toward Anthony, who was bound and choked in the corner.

"Both of you are in a tough situation," the man said. "You shouldn't have come looking around where you don't have a place."

Elizabeth's psyche hustled as she attempted to recall how they had wound up in this present circumstance. The last thing she recalled was being constrained into the van, and presently they were in what resembled a little lodge in the forest.

"What is it that you expect from us?" she asked, her voice shaking.

The man recently snickered. "You'll find out soon enough."

Elizabeth shivered as the man left, abandoning her and Anthony in the faintly lit lodge. She stressed against her restrictions, attempting to free herself, yet it was no utilization.

"We need to leave," she murmured to Anthony.

He gestured, his eyes wide with dread. However, as they checked out the room, they understood that departure would be almost unimaginable. The windows were banned, the entryway was locked, and their detainers were equipped.

They were caught.

Hours passed peacefully as they sat in the lodge, their psyches dashing with dread and vulnerability. Elizabeth's stomach protested, advising her that they hadn't eaten since they had escaped the backwoods.

As the night wore on, their capturers returned, carrying with them a plate of food. They threw it onto the ground before them prior to leaving without a word.

Elizabeth delayed the slightest bit prior to slithering over to the plate. It was a pitiful feast of old bread and water, yet it was not the best, but not terrible either than nothing.

As they ate, they attempted to think of an arrangement to get away. Yet, every thought they concocted was immediately shot somewhere around the truth of their circumstance.

"We need to continue on," Elizabeth said, her voice scarcely over a murmur