A Wolf in the City

4| His little Hidden Treasure.

DANTE.

"Quick, get her, she tried to commit suicide and I was helping her up, but she kept trying to push my hands off!" I yell at the man as he rush over immediately and soon more men appears. I watch as they throw a live boat into the ocean and try to help her into it.

Putting my hands in my pocket, I smile secretly as she is being rescued. She is given a life jacket as she coughs over and over almost as if she is about to die. She wheezes as her burning lungs gasp for air.

In the movies, drowning is loud and splashy, someone yells and waves their arms, they dip below the waves and come up in dramatic fashion while those on shore scramble to rescue them. I've been left alone in the water so many times since I was a child, I've even witnessed a few drownings myself and I can say that, that particular scenario has never happened. Drowning is quiet, movements are subtle, they rarely make any noise at all. One minute, their head is bobbing above the water and then it is gone.

Drowning is a b***h of a way to go. Panic, fear and more panic. At least, it was that way for me. I thought I was dead, or about to become dead. My hair floated upward and the sunlight was getting further away. It was like having a gun to my head and being told not to let my heart beat. Of course, it beats. And just like the heart must go on, my lungs kept inhaling, whether it was air or water. In the moment that the coolness rushed in, it felt like I was already dead, I could already see myself in moments floating like the sea weed, nothing more than flesh and bones ready to decay in the currents. But that's when father's hand found my arm and he pulled me upwards and to safety.

Stuffs like that are not forgettable, ever.

I shift my position, easing the ache in my spine as Raven Martinez finally appears on the ship, few men and girls I had seen her with at the party gathers around her as they pretend to care about her while fawning and sobbing stupidly. She tries to dry herself up and my eye couldn't help but get a glimpse of her bra in the now transparent white dress that she was in and I was shocked at the throb that runs down my c**k at the mere sight of it.

There’s a body begging for corruption under those ugly clothes and it would be so fun to tear her out of them. She’d cover herself with her hands, but that’d only make it hotter, her t**s jiggling as tears ran down her face. I’d feed her Orchard, so she’d be wet and writhing, whatever her prissy little mind told her. I’d pin her to the floor, shove her thighs wide with my knees, and press into her p***y. I’d watch her p***y juice smear up and down my shaft as I f****d her. She’d fight me the whole way, her little fists pounding against my back as I broke her open.

The perfect Johannesburg princess, ruined by a beast like me. But that’s not the plan. Whatever Father decides to do with the girl, she doesn’t really matter, she's just a pawn in the whole game. Ezra is all that matters.

There’s a chance I’ll f**k Raven Martinez, but it’s more likely I’ll kill her. Kill her, cut out her heart, and feed it to Ezra who thinks no one knows of his little hidden treasure. And it won’t be personal. As Ezra himself has shown in the past that sometimes, you can be innocent and still suffer just because you're a part of your family. Even the Bible says so.

Soon, she starts to walk directly towards me and I can't help but snicker, her blonde hair is matted with a crimson liquid, her arms and legs a little bruised and cut while her clothes looked almost like rags, dirty and tattered. She looked like a leaking pipe as everything clings to her form, no different that if she run through a rain-storm.

But then a sound echoes suddenly in the air as soon as she reaches me and it came from my face, she slapped me.

There is absolute stillness. No air stirs the water or clothes. No clouds drifts in the sea of blue above. No water drips or flows. Not a sound can be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance. Even my own breath seems to die as soon as it leaves my mouth. It is an eerie sort of tranquility, so instead of being soothed, my senses becomes heightened. I feel like the prey even though no predator can be detected, I am the predator afterall. It is as if the world is encased in a cocoon, a bubble, and there is no way out.

Everybody goes silent and even if a pin drops, it will be heard clearly. I look up at her and into her eyes and it was way different than before. It is like she drifted into a shell, so tough to reach. Just to move her heavy eyes looks like an effort. My skin tingles where she touched me and my heart beat erratically in my chest so hard that I think it might fly out. There are butterflies - no, lions - in my chest, but whatever it is, it is very clear that I do not like it.

"Are you out of your mind? What was that for?" I finally speak up.

"Whoever let you out of the psychiatric institution had better found a way to get you back in it! People-- no! Scratch that! Animals like you should not be allowed to wander about like this, you're a danger to the society!" She snaps.

I smirk, "there is only one person who's getting the crazy looks, princess and it's not me. Look around you." I say and she does as I say. People were clearly whispering about her, wondering why she would slap someone who tried to help her. Right now, she looks like she is angry that I didn't allow her suicide plan to work out.

"See? All I did was help you, princess. I can't just let you kill yourself for whatever reason, that is what is crazy." I add, loudly this time and this causes more whispers.

Tears seem to well at the corner of her eyes then she gives me one last look just before leaving amidst the sidetalks and looks of craziness directed at her. I stare at her back as she leaves hoping to feel that satisfaction about all I have just done but it does not come. I feel even more empty and confused when my wolf speaks, he says:

"Mate."