Opening the box she found some medical supplies like antiseptic solution, sterile gauze pads, gloves, antibiotic ointment, elastic bandages, cotton wool, forceps, scissors. She broke the seal of the antiseptic bottle. Taking hold of the scissors, she stuffed a generous amount of cotton wool in between the blades and dipped it into the antiseptic bottle, soaking it.Sitting beside him on the bed, she began to swab at the wound high on his chest, cleaning the dried blood off it. She noticed that the gashes had since reduced in size, compared to yesterday when it was gaping wide apart, seeping out blood. After she had cleaned it thoroughly, she discarded the already dirty wool, stuffed another wool, and repeated the process on a stab of a wound in his abdomen. This one was more severe compared to the first one, it seemed a sword had perforated through his abdomen and protruded at the back.She sucked in a breath “I-I am so sorry,” she apologized.Rojan who had been closing his eyes thro
21 Wolven Street, 4th Avenue, Nashville Tennessee, USA.Candice took a deep breath, pulling her hair to the side on her left shoulder, she adjusted the helm of her short skirt and smoothed away any wrinkles.Popping a mint-flavored gum into her mouth, she opened the bar door and strolled in. A hefty cloud of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, rushing into her nostrils. She barely kept herself from sneezing. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she scanned the dark room.She scanned the place looking for….“Trust me, Candice, when you see him, you will know. He always stands out in a crowd,” Bernice had said.Shrugging away her thoughts, she squinted through all the smoke, peering at the tables, looking for anyone who might stand out….There!!!At the far end of the wall, there was a huge man, immaculately dressed in an expensive suit that looked to be customized, and perfectly fitted to his body. His looks screamed wealth, taste and class.Even though he was seated, she guessed he wo
Drip drop, drip drop.A persistent sound echoed in her ears.Candice hissed and turned over in her sleep. Who or what was making that sound?She turned on her side, reaching for her pillow, a strong unmovable object obscured her view.Her eyelids fluttered open for a minute, then she jolted up from the bed.The sight before her alarmed her, who was this half-naked man, covered in white bedsheets, lying casually on her bed beside her?She looked at the mountain of a man, how did he get here? In her bed!Wait!This wasn’t her apartment. She looked around her strange surroundings, nothing here looked like they belonged to her.Where was she and how did she get here?“You’re finally awake,” a deep rich voice rumbled.She looked up at him, he looked familiar…"I was waiting for you to wake up," he said, propping himself up on one elbow.She gasped, she remembered!“What are you doing here?” she asked, raising the sheets to her chin.He looked like he was barely managing to suppress a chuck
How disappointing.There was no better word to express how he was feeling.After all these years of searching, of all the beings he could have paired with, the universe had to give him a human mate.Not just a feeble human, but a prostitute woman.The lowest of the low.He had always imagined his Luna to be a proud wolf with strength to dominate and command respect. Someone who would rule beside him and both of them would be a formidable force. Conquering all his enemies and exerting order in Plane Woede and all its hinter lands.He could have gladly accepted other worldly beings like a shapeshifter, a siren, a fey, a phantom or even a nymph if it meant that their life span was long and amortal. Their strength was well matched to that of a werewolf and they all had their individual strengths. He would have still managed an Omega, the lowest of the ranks, the weakest in the pack. Provided she was a wolf, he would accept his fate.But what was he to do with a mere human? They could easi
Wayne rose from the water and walked into the sea bank.Waves crashed around his legs as his feet sank into the wet sand.Water dripped down his body, his wet cloths clung to his body.He looked at his house on the cliff, just overseeing this seashore and stilled himself to listen.Everything quieted around him, as his hearing strained toward the house. He could hear voices from the staff within the house, footsteps walking up and down, smell of flavors from the kitchen, water dripping from a leaking pipe, werewolf scents carried in the wind. Nothing seemed strange or out of place.Except for one thing, there was no human scent.Wayne felt a stir of unease in his chest as he strolled toward the house. It was possible her scent had been deemed by all the wolves around, after all she was the only human in the house. Possibly on this plane, from what information he received daily from the epsilons (guardians) at the gates to this realm.Apart from the official portal which was located at
Weird.Everything was totally weird.Candice thought to herself as she walked into a small building that held "Sally's Restaurant" boldly hanging from the door mantle. The building was painted blue, both inside and outside and drawings of yellow sunflowers dotted the walls. It was as if she was entering a children's daycare, she couldn't remember any restaurants in Nashville that would use this choice of colors. The houses she had passed on her way here were all painted with bright colors such as orange, pink, yellow, red, and green.What's with this city and colorful paintings?Despite the bright colors, there was an old country feel to this town. The streets were made of cobbled stones, not the usual modern coal tar. Oil lamps could be seen hanging from street poles, and the buildings were made of river rock and a red-clayish mortar, instead of the cement brick walls and concrete mortar she was used to. It looked like it had some ancient history around it.This scenery could come st
"Stay away from me!" Candice yelled as she ran to a corner of the room.After the ordeal at the restaurant, Wayne had hauled her back to his mansion. She had been too shocked to do anything but gaze into nothingness as he carried her back home. Now that she was back in the safety of his room, her sanity had begun to return to her."Will do," he calmly said as he watched her scurry from him."You ki-killed that man. Wait! He was not a man, he was…they were…" she tried to put into words what she had just seen."They are werewolves," he assisted."Yes! Werewolves. Half man and half wolf," she agreed "You too are…""I am a werewolf, just like I had told you previously," he agreed with her.She could barely coordinate her thoughts; they were racing through her brain "Do werewolves really exist? I thought they were just a myth.""Do you think humans were the only beings existing in the universe? How self-absorbed," he mused."Are there other beings apart from werewolves?" she asked her eyes
What was this thing she was feeling?Was she feeling sad that he was outrightly rejecting her before he even got to know her?Fine, she didn't even want him either. He had killed a man right in front of her without remorse. He could as well kill her too, who knew what he was capable of?"You can't go home; you are safer with me than in your world," he refused."I was safe before I met you, you are ruining my life," Candice spat out."If you go back to your earth plane, my enemies will find you sooner rather than later and you will be taken into captivity. Believe me when I say death will be bliss compared to what torture you will go through," he informed her."Was that why you murdered that man? Because death is bliss compared to torture?" she inquired."I had to send out a strong message, anyone who touches what's mine and they would die. Regardless, that wolf is known for his notorious ways, I have had it in mind to put him in order. Too bad he picked today to cause trouble," he casu
Opening the box she found some medical supplies like antiseptic solution, sterile gauze pads, gloves, antibiotic ointment, elastic bandages, cotton wool, forceps, scissors. She broke the seal of the antiseptic bottle. Taking hold of the scissors, she stuffed a generous amount of cotton wool in between the blades and dipped it into the antiseptic bottle, soaking it.Sitting beside him on the bed, she began to swab at the wound high on his chest, cleaning the dried blood off it. She noticed that the gashes had since reduced in size, compared to yesterday when it was gaping wide apart, seeping out blood. After she had cleaned it thoroughly, she discarded the already dirty wool, stuffed another wool, and repeated the process on a stab of a wound in his abdomen. This one was more severe compared to the first one, it seemed a sword had perforated through his abdomen and protruded at the back.She sucked in a breath “I-I am so sorry,” she apologized.Rojan who had been closing his eyes thro
The place looked to be like an underground bunker.There were no windows, just a small rectangular eighteen-foot length of steel-made walls buried deep into the ground.Inbuilt shelves lined the length of the room, on them sat cans of various processed food, from energy bars to energy drinks, tuna fish, mayonnaise, cracker biscuits, packaged cookies, instant coffee, noodles, pasta, ketchup, tomato paste, spices, candies, bubble gums, an electric jug, and a small first aid kit. A single attached bunk bed was tucked into the rare end, with sheets and a blanket.Bernice was currently enjoying the comfort of this bed, while her companion lay on thin sheets, just a few meters from the bed, shivering uncontrollably.The bunker was being powered by solar energy, on the surface, six feet above ground level. The atmosphere was like that of a fridge because there were no insulators or dry walls, it was all cold metal. Also deep into the earth, the temperature seemed to cool since there was no s
In the door way stood his visibly pissed mate.Her face was hard, her lips were firm, her eyes shimmered from subdued rage, her blond hair was in disarray, heat radiated off her like a solar emission. She looked like a different person, with flushed skin, pinkened cheeks, bright eyes and hair that looked like it swayed in the wind from her fury.Wayne felt a thrill surge through him, she looked so formidable in her crazed state, that he felt she could strike him down with the power in her stare. A sense of satisfaction trickled down his spine, to know he was responsible for the pleasure that had tinted her cheeks.Feigning a sigh of boredom, he quickly tucked away the paper in his shirt pocket and asked “What is it?”“How dare you?!” she thundered.“How dare I what?” he asked innocently.“How dare you-you just leave? Am I your plaything?” she asked.“I am sorry, I don’t follow,” he replied.“Do you think you can invade my body whenever you like and do whatever you like?” she was barel
Wayne saw the shock on her face as he turned to leave.He knew he had not let her finish; he had stopped right at the point of her climax.Again.This time around he was not trying to punish her, he had to stop when the haze around his head cleared and he realized what was going on.The thought of another man touching her had sent him into a crazed frenzy, like a jealous lover. The reaction was so strong that he had gone mindless, letting the wolf in him have its way. Her scent had filled his nostrils, his mind, his head. He had barely been restraining himself from tearing at her cloths and rutting deep within her legs. His wolf had tried to be calm with her because it did not want to risk hurting her with its strength. The taste of her moisture was heady, like an intoxication. Every moan she made, sent shivers up his spine.This was the first time, since she had arrived here, his wolf had shifted to the fore to desire its mate, and it was a mind-blowing experience. One that scared hi
She saw him sitting at the head of a twenty-four seater rectangular table.The table was packed full with all kinds of food; cooked rice, shrimp sauce, vegetable salad, a baked full chicken, grilled venison, loaves of bread, tomato sauce, fresh watermelon, apples, grapes, olives, wine.She looked up from the food and their eyes met.Irises that were so piercing that it reflected the flames around him, gazed at her unwavering. Slowly like a slithering snake, his gaze traveled down her body, from the top of her head, down to her toes. He noted her unchanged appearance despite his specific request. She suddenly felt naked under his heated gaze, averting her eyes as her toes squirmed in her sandals. Her previous confidence had immediately varnished under the power of his stare; she was again reminded of his aura that was intimidating and commanding of respect.Without uttering a single word, he picked up his cutleries and began to eat. Not bothering to offer her a seat. Shaking off the e
The sun was setting in the sky when Candice returned to the house with her companions.Today had turned out to be very exciting, she enjoyed every moment she had spent the afternoon at Sally's restaurant. It was a shame they had to leave when the place began teeming with a lot of activities. After her questions and answers, a game of chess had started in the restaurant. Folks had gathered together to play while others watched from the sidelines, betting money on who would win. It was a lot of fun as customers took turns to play, winning or losing. They chattered non-stop, the comments hilarious and funny. She did not know how to play chess, so she just watched and listened to all the gossip. Jason and Everette had participated in a game of cards, spiking her interest.She would definitely be back tomorrow, for a day full of fun. She also would try participating in at least one game. It would be thrilling to hone her skills with indoor games that didn't involve PlayStation, Temple Run,
"Can you tell me more about your world?" she asked feeling ashamed, the revelation she had just heard made her feel small.At that moment Sally appeared with a second jug to refill the rum that Everette and Jason were having."Sally can help you, she used to be a sigma (tutor) that teaches young pups growing up about our traditions and history," Everette suggested quickly.Candice looked from Everette to Sally surprised "You know each other?""I met her several years ago, when I was still very young, growing up in her class was educative," Everette said.A warm-hearted smile spread over Sally's lips "I do not remember all my students. But I did love to teach before I became a restaurant owner.""Please tell me about this new world Sally," Candice pleaded."I wish I could but I have to serve the other tables as well," she politely declined."Okay, how about you answer two questions per day? Every day I will come here to buy a meal and you get to answer two questions?" she negotiated.S
Candice gazed at the terrified woman.She must be scared out of her mind wondering why she had come.She had no bad intentions, she was just experiencing PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). Re-living her past experience, which was no fault of hers, in fact, Sally had tried to help her that day."Hi Sally, good to see you again," She parted her lips in a smile and extended her hand for a handshake.The woman just stared at her hand, too mortified to speak."Relax, I haven't come to cause trouble," Candice urged.Feeling somewhat relieved, Sally gave a curt bow and led them to an unoccupied table at the side. She hastened away once they had taken their seat, leaving a copy of the menu on the table for their perusal."Why did she bow to us?" Candice whispered to Everette when they had sat down."She knows you belong to the royal house, that's why she accords you honor," Everette replied.Candice rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath "I belong to no one."Jason was seated oppos
They both left the room and headed out, coming into the grand living area, she watched Everette pull aside one of the sentinels that guarded the house, one of the twins.She couldn't yet tell them apart as they were so identical. After some back-and-forth talk, she came to inform her "Jason will escort us milady."All three of them proceeded out of the house. Everette was walking beside her, while Jason trailed at the back behind them. Close, but not too close, keeping a formal distance.Candice looked around taking in the scenery, had it already been a week and some days ago when she had hurried along these paths trying to run away from Wayne? She had been so fixated on contacting Bernice that she didn't take the time to take in the beautiful landscape.The house stood on a cliff, the road that led to it was interlocked with tall pine trees that swayed in the wind, making a whistling noise.She knew this tree; it was called the Whistling Pines.About eight trees were planted opposite