The Bad Boy Is A Werewolf

Chapter Six

Chapter 6:

There is a world beyond ours. One with mystical creatures and the unknown. There are those who lurk amongst us, beings that aren't meant to exist, people, we aren't meant to see.

A pair of Grey-blue icy eyes stare at me from a mile away. I can't tell what it is, but every time I used to move forward, it's was as if I was not moving at all as if I was stuck to the same place I had been moments before my attempt.

But this time it's real, this time it is not a dream, and this time I see six wolves. This time I can move. This time I'm not still.

I was frozen in shock. It pretty much felt like I stopped breathing. My heart hammered against my chest. There were 6 wolves in front of me. Growling viciously at each other. The difference between Zolton's wolves and that guy's wolves was their eyes. The man who had interrupted us had red Wolf eyes. But Zolton and his people or wolves had ordinary eyes.

Honestly, they looked breathless. Especially his wolf. A midnight wolf with Grey ice blue eyes. They were the fairy-tale I had believed existed and wished to see one day, to meet. Yet, there was so little knowledge about them that I resisted to believing that they were simply myths that never existed in the real world.

And yes no matter how beautiful, how wonderful they are I couldn't help but feel a little fear. What was the purpose of Zolton bringing me out here, or taking me on a date? Was it for him to kill me? Make me a sacrifice? Or was there more?

Soon they began to snarl and lunged for one another’s throat. I looked around the restaurant to see No one with fear of the werewolves. were they too exposed to this that they had become insensitive? Or Could they be werewolves too? Would that explain why they looked like they have so much faith in him? In Zolton. Their Alpha? Was he their alpha?

A fight to the death. This is what it seemed like. The wolves aimed for each other’s necks as though it was either kill or be killed. They were no longer humans, but instead animals following their instinct for survival.

Zolton bit into one of the opposing party’s neck, making them howl in pain. They clawed at each other and were at each other's throat.  There was one man behind the glass door that No one seemed to notice. He smiled a cunning grin, as his red eyes had specs of blue. He watched carefully. Unmoving, just entertained. There was a hint of knowing they stood no chance, but he had allowed the fight to continue instead of retreat with his members. He watched everything. Bit by bit. Movement by movement. every single step.

He looked up to see my eyes meeting his, as his smile faltered. And a smirk took over his face. His dark hair moved to the side as his face twisted into that if a s******c smile. He looked absolutely young whereas the men who had entered looked twice his age. Was he their leader? His lips formed into a snarl as he watched me intently.

I didn't notice I was backing up. Soon a hand touched my shoulder startling me. I stepped back in a panic only to look and see a young man with the most unique set of violet eyes I had ever encountered gazing at me in worry that he might have done something wrong. Looking back at the glass window, my heart thumped faster than ever. He was gone. He simply just... Vanished as though I was hallucinating his entire presence. No trace of him ever being there. I turned yet again to the young man as he spoke.

"Follow me, Luna, I have strict orders to take you to safety," he said.

Luna? Was that a term they used t refer to the female population of their groups? If so he must have been mistaken, I wasn’t a wolf.

"I think you're mistaking me for something I am not. I'm not a Luna, my name is Victoria and I am human, not a werewolf." I corrected him. He seemed to be wanting to laugh as he covered his laugh with a cough.

"Yes, I mean Victoria. Alpha Zolton has given me strict instructions to take you to a safe place before something happens to you. And please don't argue I don't want my head on a stick." he concluded with a shiver of fear.

A. Zolton Smith. Alpha Zolton Smith. How stupid I felt at that moment could not be described in words. No wonder the receptionist gave off vibes as though he was going to die the moment Zolton spoke.

Hesitantly I nodded. He then grabbed my hand and ran out of the restaurant door. He opened a car and led me to the passenger’s seat. Seated he closed the door and headed to the driver’s seat. I kind of felt lightheaded as if I were going to pass out soon.

I looked at the trees passing by as we drive in complete silence and I couldn't wrap my head around Zolton being a werewolf or ever seeing that red-eyed man. Everything seemed too unrealistic. Everything seemed like a dream.

My vision became hazy and blurry. As I felt my forehead starting to form sweat. It felt absolute excruciating. A pounding on my head began as the car ride continued. My eyes began to feel droopy and my tummy churned.

Shaking my head I tried to keep my eyes open. The young man seemed to notice as he stopped the car abruptly. "Please no, no, no, no, no. Don't pass out!" he yelled but it was a little too late, I was already getting engulfed by darkness. The only thing that echoed in my ear was an unfamiliar voice speaking out,

“Victoria…”

And a set of Grey ice blue eyes seemed to comfort me. Was this all just a dream?