06: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
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Bryle hesitated.
Just for a moment, he says "And now… everyone’s going to see you.”
Thunder cracked overhead, the lights flickered.
And for the first time since I came back in this new life. I understood something clearly. I didn’t survive from death. I became something worse.
The wind howled through the broken doorway, rain lashing against the walls like something alive... something trying to get in. Or keep us from getting out.
Bryle Fox didn’t waste time “Get up,” he said.
I blinked at him, still trying to steady my breathing.
“I am up.”
“Then move.” His tone wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was the kind of voice that I didn’t expect to be disobeyed.
I didn’t move, instead I asked him. "Where are we going?”
He was already gathering things, weapons, vials, blades that I didn’t recognize, all carefully placed into a worn leather bag.
“Away from here.”
“That’s not an answer.” I said.
“It’s the only way you’re getting safe right now"
Frustration flared in my chest. “You don’t just get to drag me around without telling me what’s happening!” I said.
He stopped. Then slowly, he turned to face me. And just like that, the air shifted.
“You want answers?” he asked quietly.
Something in his voice made my stomach tighten.
“Yes,” I said, forcing the word out.
“Fine.” He stepped closer, too close that I could almost close my eyes.
This man is tall, has a broad body and pure long black hair, tied in red fibers. Then I remember, way back before.. I'm dreaming about this man-alike I want to met him in person, but that dream comes true. He is really one of my type, and some kind of lustful idea comes to my mind, what if he kisses me or else I kiss him?
We stared at each other for a few seconds, his eyes were speaking. There was a tenderness that didn't blink, there was a worry that said he needed me. Or were my thoughts just an illusion?
Since I woke up, this is the third time, I've felt his longing and warm breath, even though his words to me were cold, limited and controlled, it was the opposite from his actions, because it seemed like he was ready to defend me, whatever comes next.
“You died,” he said. “Now you came back."
I really like his breath, so fresh. My fingers started to move.. they wanted to touch his face..
"Is it because of the silver and your blood?" I asked to clarify.
"No. You were gifted for something. And I don't know your origins. I think, the creator guided me to return and to save you from your death." he tried to explain.
"My creator..." I whispered. " So.. you are my saviour now..."
"Just put this in your head that there's a reason for all this, and you need to find it out." he said. Removing his face and giving himself a little distance from me.
"And how about you. I was being with you... for hours? days? months?" I asked him.
"Year!" he finally said.
Year? I was shock actually. That long...
"Year of saving you while killing the attackers" he admitted.
"Whaaat?!"
"Here is my observation, you can control your wolf’s blood without shifting. You survived silver, my silver mix with my blood” His eyes darkened slightly.
"Humans will get interested in you. Werewolves can smell your power, and some strong witches, they will come after you..." he stopped for a moment.
"And now rogues are showing up at the door instead of running from it.” he continued.
I swallowed hard.
“What am I...” asking myself. Because I can't recall the good memory of mine, when I was a kid.
“It means,” he cut in, his voice sharper now, “that whatever you are… you’re not just rare.”
“You’re a target.”
The word hit harder than I expected.
“By who?”
His jaw tightened. “Everyone.”
A loud crack of thunder shook the cabin. But it wasn’t just thunder. I felt it again...
That pulse. That pull. Stronger now... and closer..
I sucked in a sharp breath.
“They’re here,” I whispered.
Bryle’s eyes snapped to me. “You feel that?”
I nodded, my fingers curling instinctively.
“It’s… different from before,” I said. “Not like the rogue.”
“How many?” he asked immediately.
I hesitated. Trying to focus. Trying to separate the overwhelming sensations flooding my mind.
“More than one,” I said finally. “Three… no..five.”
His expression darkened. "Pack,” he muttered.
My heart started racing again.
“A pack?” I said.
“That wasn’t a rogue attack earlier,” he said, grabbing his coat. “That was a scout.”
My stomach dropped. " And what now?”
“Now they’ve found what they’re looking for.”
A chill ran down my spine. "Me…”
He didn’t deny it.
A low, distant howl cut through the storm. Then another steps closer to the other two feet. It growled like calling the attention of everyone.
My entire body reacted instantly. Not with fear, but with something else, deeper. Something that made my pulse quicken in a way that didn’t feel entirely like panic.
Bryle Fox noticed it.
“Don’t listen to it,” he said sharply.
“I’m not...” I said.
But I was... Not only with my ears. It's because my wolf senses is strong.. I know what kind of blood they are... It was calling to something inside me.
Something that wanted to answer.
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