RESCUED.

CHAPTER FOUR — Karina Agafonov.

I couldn't help the tears that heavily fell off my eyes as I laid on the floor with the Lycan on top of me. All my buckled up emotions were going haywire. Having been discharged, losing comrades and my family was making me lose control of my emotions so I just had to pour them all out at his front.

He moved away from me and I sat upright on the grass as I continued to cry.

I didn't know how long it took for me to put an end to my cry but I knew the Lycan never left my side as I did. When I stopped crying, I used the end of my hoodie to clean my face before standing up. I began to walk away from the Lycan when he suddenly appeared at my front. That made me groan inwardly. I had forgotten they weren't like Werewolves and they had superpowers.

"What do you want?" I questioned him.

"Where are you heading to?"

I scoffed. "And why do you care?"

He shrugged and moved closer to me. He was huge, compared to me I was a toothpick. However, I was a toothpick that never felt intimidated. I was a toothpick made of titanium. "I just saw you try committing suicide, so let's just say I'm worried."

Another Scoff escaped my lips. "You're a Lycan, right?" I quizzed him and he smiled like he was expecting the question. "I am correct then. I knew it at first glance."

"I am sure my canines gave me away, but I am glad to know that I'm popular then," he said, but all that was in my head was ways to escape him so I would be able to tell relevant authorities about the appearance of Lycans on Earth. "Why are you here?"

"I should be asking that question," I told him, closing the gap between us. "your type was written off as extinction so how do you exist?"

He crossed his arms around his chest. And then, "We never went extinct, we just returned back home to our realm."

"Well you should have stayed there and taken your God forsaken monsters along," by monsters I was referring to the werewolves. He stared at me for a long time and took a step towards me, I immediately took a step back also, using my hand to hold him back. His chest against my hand was hard. "Stay back."

He nodded, "Sorry," he mumbled. "Tell me, there's something wrong with you, what could it be?"

I didn't know what happened but I couldn't control my anger as I hit my left arm against his chest. "It's all because of you guys. If you never created those monsters called werewolves then human existence would have never been threatened, nor would we have to suffer a great loss like now," I hit him repeatedly on his chest and he allowed or maybe it wasn't hurting him. "Your creations are the reasons my comrades and family are all dead now."

I always thought werewolves were the creatures I hated the most on Earth because of the ordeals they made me pass through, but meeting the reason for their existence — Lycans, made me realize that I hated Lycan more than I hated werewolves.

My hand was about to hit the Lycan chest again when he suddenly held me in a tight grip. "I understand your pain," his voice was painfully soothing and calming, like a serotonin. "Which village are you from?"

I ignored his last question and focused more on his first statement. "You understand my pain?" A chortle escaped my lips. "You really think you understand my pain, right? Then do you know the pain of knowing that the entire humanity is at risk of extinction because of your creations? Do you know the pain of knowing seeing your comrades die? Do you know the pain of knowing your family are all dead also? Do you even know the pain of feeling numb? I bet you don't and yet you tell me you understand my pain, you monster?"

He breathed in harshly, closing his eyes, and for a moment I expected him to lash out on me or maybe hit me, but he didn't. Instead he pulled me in for a hug, "I am not a monster," it sounded like he was saying that more for himself than me. "My name is Nikolai and I am not a monster."

I felt stiff in his arm, unable to move and eventually he released me.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all of that because of our creations," he said and I could see the honesty in his one of a kind yellow eyes. "Which village are you from?"

Like I was under a trance or even a spell, I replied, "Khabarovsk," I looked down to his chest. "I'm from Khabarovsk."

"Khabarovsk," he repeated. "Come with me then."

"Why should I?"

He smiled. A reassuring smile. "If you're really from Khabarovsk then your people should be with us."

I didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Hell no."

He nodded, and I could tell from his face that my response hurt him. "Take a gamble and come with me. I wouldn't hurt you. If I wanted to, I would have done so."

I was torn between running away to find the authorities and going with him to confirm if his words were true and if indeed my family were safe. I decided to go with my latter thought. "Fine, I'll go with you," I made it known to him. Then I decided to place a warning. "And look, you might be a Lycan but I was once a Frontline soldier. My battle skill is incomparable so do not try to pull a Judas on me and turn back on your words. I will fight you to the end."

He laughed. "I promise not to betray you. . .and who is Judas?"

"You don't need to know, let's just go."