Realizing The Threat Is Real

POV: Ameera

I stopped struggling after a while, choosing to save my strength for later. This Lunatic will not give me up so easily, it's left for me to find my way out of this hellhole before they drive me crazy with anger. I'll never forgive Mom for selling me out. I saw her standing in the window, watching as he threw me into the trunk of his car like a sack of potatoes. It's only wise to believe that I can't depend on her anymore, I have to save myself from him and this feeling that is threatening to consume me.

“How was your ride, learned your lesson yet?”

He asked me, his eyes looking up ahead at the crew approaching his car. I was still lying helplessly in the trunk, and instead of pulling me out, he decided to taunt me with his words instead. He was talking to me but paying no attention to me, treating me like an insolent child who needs to be disciplined. I ignore him too, refusing to grace that question with an answer. He chuckled at my silence, turning to look at me for the first time since he opened the damn trunk.

“You will learn, Ameera…

You will learn the hard way,” he told me chuckling to himself as he walked away, leaving me in the trunk of his car.

“Bring her to me!” he ordered sternly, and two men came forward immediately and pulled me out of the trunk. We are currently at an airstrip, I could see some planes parked around the runway, and I saw his private plane with his name, Keith, boldly written on it. The guards were about to drag me to the plane when someone spoke out from behind us,

“Let her go!” he let out firmly. I turned to see who it was, but I couldn't recognize him. He must be someone very important to make these guys disobey Keith's order. The aura surrounding him was strong too, I mean, not as strong as Keith's, but not strong enough to make me fear him like Keith. He smiled at me, but I couldn't reciprocate because I had this weird feeling that he was up to no good. I simply can't trust anyone around this place.

“I'm Dwayne,” he said, offering me a small smile and stretching his hand towards me.

“Ameera,” I responded, shaking his hand. I felt something when our hands met, it felt like an electric shock, but it's not the same way I'd felt when Keith had touched me. This is different, it's more hostile, like a dangerous force that could hurt me or something. I don't know much about werewolves, so I don't know what to expect when I make contact with one. Maybe he's a werewolf and that's why I'm feeling this way. I retracted my hand immediately wondering why I did not like him even though he just saved me the humiliation of being dragged into the plane like a common criminal.

“So, Ameera, how do you like it here?” he asked me, holding my hand and backing me up against the car. I wasn't expecting him to forcefully hold my hands, and back me up against the car, I nearly lost my footing and fell to the ground, but he caught me so fast that I became convinced that he was a werewolf. I don't know if I'm supposed to be feeling this way around werewolves, but I certainly do not feel right around this guy. I wanted to scream and call for help, but then I thought about it and I simply changed my mind.

I won't call out to him, I won't beg him for help. For all I know, this could be his plan all along. He wants me to feel threatened so I would call out to him for help. This is his way of proving to me that I'm in danger and I need him to survive. If I fall for it this time, then he will keep taunting me with it, calling me a scared little cat. I decided to fight back and prove to Keith that I didn't need him to protect me from danger.

I raised my hand to land a slap on his face, but he held my hand, stopping my hand midair from hitting him. I kicked him in the leg, but that only seemed to make him more furious and he growled furiously at me, hitting me hard across my face, and sending me flying the other way. I tried to summon my wolf, but I didn't know how to. All I could do was stand up to him and show him that I was not scared of him.

“I am not scared of you, I am not scared of you!” I screamed at the top of my voice, running towards him to attack back, but he stopped me with a force I've never seen before and he locked his hand around my neck, lifting me off the floor and glaring dangerously at me. I struggled to stay awake, struggling to breathe and trying to take off his hand from my neck. I made the mistake of looking into his eyes and I shivered in fear when I saw the emptiness within them. He threw me on the floor, obviously trying to keep me from passing out. Then he came towards me, smiling evilly as if he just won a prize. I can't believe I'm thinking of calling Keith for help, I can't believe I'm even thinking about it. But it's obvious I can't handle this guy on my own, besides if it's a sick joke from him, I want him to call it off already. I'm already hurt and wounded. I can't do this anymore.

“Alpha Keith, if you can hear me, I need your help, please, I can't fight him off okay? You win, I admit it, I need your protection. Now call off your guard already!” I told him in my mind, hoping the myth about werewolf hearing was true. I was staring into Dwayne’s eyes, but I couldn't even see his eyeballs or anything at all. Seems like he is a dead man walking or something. I tried to crawl away, but he dragged my leg and pulled me under him, forcing himself between my legs and turning my neck to expose my neck. Then he started chanting in a strange language that sounded like Greek or something.

“Me aftó to dánkoma, sfragízo ti moíra mas kai se diekdikó san dikí mou. Símera, me eséna sto plevró mou allázo tin poreía ton peproménon mas kai diekdikó ton chrysó thróno. Me to aíma sou tha stefthó vasiliás ólon ton lýkon kai kaneís den tha tolmísei na me amfisvitísei” so speaking ancient Greek to me may not seem weird enough, but the fact that I actually understand everything he is saying to me is even weirder. I was forced to beg Keith this time because I realized that this was not a prank or a joke anymore. His words when translated into English say,

“With this bite, I seal our fate and claim you as mine. Today, with you by my side, I change the course of our destinies and claim the golden throne. With your blood, I will be crowned the king of all wolves, and no one will dare to challenge me,” as he said those words, he shifted into a huge black wolf, with eyes as dark as his soul. His canines protruded from his gum, extending out of his mouth.

“Alpha Keith!

Help me!” I screamed in fear, struggling to push him away, but I couldn’t. I could feel the tears flowing down my cheeks and I realized that I was already crying as I was screaming and begging Keith to help me. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I need him more than I care to admit. I knew the moment he arrived to save me. I felt his presence and I felt safe almost immediately. I turned to stare at him, but he was no longer in his human form. I spotted a huge white wolf with eyes blazing in anger, and he looked even more deadly than he did before. I never knew he could speak Greek until I heard it come out of his mouth,

"Den tha tin écheis poté giatí aníkei se álli. Eímai to alithinó aíma, móno egó boró na diekdikíso to yvrídio!" he lets out angrily. It simply means,

"You will never have her because she belongs to another. I am the last trueblood Alpha, only I can claim the hybrid!" he told him furiously. If I didn't know better, I would say that he has finally accepted me. But I don't think he even knows what he is saying because he looks possessed by some strange forces.

“Alpha Dwayne, you dare to challenge my authority?” he asked him, pulling him away from me.

“You can't have her, we won't let you!” Dwayne told him, smiling evilly, acting as though he was not scared. I think I'm just realizing that the threat is real...