Blackout

Unknown pov...

My hind legs pushed me with more and more force, making me move incredibly faster. The trees sorrounding me became blurry as I dodged and jumped past them. My snow - like fur bristled in the rushing wind, as my paws dug into the earth with more force.

Power coursed through every part of my body, giving me both an exciting and dreadful feeling. I felt out of control and in control at the same time. It was mind blowing.

I came to a sudden halt when I caught a foul stench...the stench of intruding wolves. Wolves that were about to meet their end.

Letting out a low growl, my razor-sharp claws elongated and I licked my fangs in excitement. I slowly tracked the scent, making sure to be as stealthy as possible.

At a height of 5'11 or there about, and my extremely large size, it was hard to sneak up on someone. Then again, I don't really do much sneaking...I go straight for the kill.

Immediately I pounced on two wolves, breaking the neck of one with my jaw. The other one regained composure almost instantly and rushed towards me.

He rammed into my side with the intention of knocking me over. I didn't even budge.

In a swift motion, I slit his throat with my claws. He fell to the ground in a choked whimper, bleeding like a goddamn pig.

" Fuck! It's a white wolf...get the fuck out of here guys." A scrawny looking, hairless man shouted. He was totally naked and I could smell his sweat and fear from here. He must be the leader.

I gave my best wolfy grin as his eyes met mine. I think he'll look better without a head on his tiny neck.

Wolves began scampering and making a run for it as I gave "scrawny" a hot chase, enjoying the pandemonium. He dare bring his rogue friends into the Burning Woods? Someone needs to learn manners around here.

Scrawny soon shifted into his equally pathetic wolf form in a frantic attempt to protect himself.

This was going to be one bloody morning.

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Abigail's POV

My arms were linked with my father's , as we walked around the hall filled with people who had come to witness my introduction to Carter.

People who we walked past were smiling and gushing over how sweet "our bond" was, and how I was clinging to my father's side. Now would be a great time to puke...ughh!

If I know any better, I would say my father was trying to prevent me from making a run for it...like I can.

My father had decided to organize a ball/dinner party thingy...I'm too shitty at naming things.

His guests included many mafia gangs and their leaders, bounty hunters of different kinds and even some highly sought-after mercenaries. Most of these people were even enemies to each other. Only my father knows how to assemble the most dangerous people under one roof.

The waiters were really looking yummy, by the way. I winked at one of them, who just smirked at in return.

I was bored out of my mind as my father was busy discussing "business" with one of his guests.

Carter Rodriguez had not arrived yet, which was a very "Carter" thing to do. He had always been the type to make dramatic entrances.

I tapped my dad's arm, signalling him to let go of my left arm. I needed to go get a few glasses of drinks before I pass out from all this nervousness.

He gave me a quick look, before reluctantly letting go of my arm. I immediately started making my way to the hot bartender who had clearly been "eye fucking" me. Gotta make something good out of the night at least.

I was wearing a one shouldered, armless, red dress. It hugged my body tightly, and showed off my curves in a way that made me feel elegant and powerful.

A slit ran all the way from my mid-thighs to the hem of the ankle- length dress. I also wore 3-inches heel, despite the fact that many people consider me to be "too tall for a lady"... whatever that means.

My make-ups were minimal and I also didn't put on any form of jewellery, because...why the fuck should I ?

A lot of people were either gawking, staring or sneering at me as I walked past them. People's eyes seem to linger too long on my right arm, probably out of curiosity...or plain disrespect.

I mean, I get that it's a little odd that I go about with a metal arm. I'd cover it up most times, if not for the kind of dress I'm supposed to wear for this occasion.

Joke's on them anyway, it not like they've got the balls to confront me about it.

I sat on one of the stools, as I reached the bar section. The hot bartender turned towards me with a freaking, charming smile. Gosh!.. those jawlines.

"Qué puedo ofrecerles, senôrita?" He spoke in a thick Spanish accent. Now that's extra hot. I should totally jump him right now.

I pointed towards a couple of vodka bottles on a nearby shelf, giving him my best sexy smirk.

He chuckled and nodded, checking me out subtly.

" Alright... quite the taste. Coming right up." He said.

I sat and admired how his biceps flexed as he mixed up something for me to drink. This dude was like some goddamn dream.

One of the waiters came up to the bar to pick some drinks. He had his sleeves rolled up and still looking so fucking gorgeous in an apron. Dude even winked at me, before leaving with the drinks he came for.

I was soon served with my own drink, which I downed at one go. Wincing at the burning sensation in my throat, I dropped the glass, gesturing for another one.

"Tough night huh?" Hot bartender teased.

I looked him in the eyes and nodded slowly.

" Not much of a talker either." He chuckled, cleaning some glass cups with a napkin.

I crossed my legs as I sat in an attempt to hide my embarrassing, increasing arousal....not the time, bitch!

Was he sniffing the air? Or am I suddenly under the influence of the drink? Whatever!

An arm suddenly wrapped around my waist from behind, making me stiff.

I turned around swiftly, landing from the stool, on my feet.

Delivering a knee to the groin of the culprit, I heard a familiar groan.

I looked up to see Carter, a pained smile on his face. I almost felt guilty... almost.

"Nice to see you too Abby." He forced out a laughter, making me raise an eyebrow, scrutinizing him.

I was standing at my full height now, and I was standing a bit taller than him, probably because of the heels.

He wasn't looking bad. His dark colored tuxedo was fitted and he undid a few buttons down his chest, exposing a little of his tattoos. His dark- brown hair was nicely done. Can't believe he was still keeping that swoosh, like a goddamn teenager.

He had so many rings on his left hand, probably representing different alliances he has made...or different acheivements.

"Like what you see?" He smirked, noticing how I was basically checking him out.

I simply scowled at him and turned towards the bar again to continue with my drink. I'm not fucking this dude.

He joined me, sitting on another stool close to me. I ignored him, as he also ordered the same thing I was drinking.

The bartender kept giving us funny looks. Great! He's probably going to want nothing to do with me now.

Suddenly, the hall fell silent. My father was standing on a raised platform in the middle of the hall.

He cleared his throat, before speaking into a mic.

" Welcome once again, ladies and gentlemen." His voice boomed.

" I'm sure we are all having fun, this wonderful evening." He said, reaching out for my mother, who had been around the whole time?!

" As you can see, my beautiful wife here is also as excited as I am for tonight's event." He continued, holding my mother closer to him.

" Our daughter is finally dumping us for her childhood lover." My mother said.

Everywhere went totally silent again. Uh oh!

I was about start sneaking my way out of the awkwardness, before I heard them.

Chuckles and hearty laughter echoed from various direction of the hall.

I turned to raise a brow at the bartender who was also chuckling. He raised his hands in mock surrender.

Some guest were looking at my direction and raising their glasses at me. I returned the gestures, and so did Carter, who didn't seem to be too bothered by this clear awkwardness.

" Oh... Now the love birds will have their first dance." My father suddenly said, making me choke on my drink.

Oh for fuck's sake!

Some cool slow music started in the background immediately. The lights turned soft, and the middle of the hall was cleared for the dance. Good thing I had something to drink.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves down.

Carter was patiently waiting with an outstretched hand and a cliche courtesy bow for me. I gave him a small smile as I took his hand and let him lead me to the middle of the dance floor.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I tried not to cringe. Putting my metal arm around his neck, he stiffened...good.

I smiled at him to regain composure, which he did.

Soon we began moving to the music, and in sync. I let myself enjoy the comfort that the music brought. I let Carter swirl me around and move our bodies to the beautiful rythm.

A big smile was plastered on Carter's face. If only he knew.

I mean, he's great and all, but there's no way I would get married to him?!

Does anyone here even know about the concept of attraction? Damnit!

Poor Carter!

My eyes found my mother's, as she was standing somewhere in the crowd, sipping some kind of wine.

I gave her a cold stare down, as I looked at her over Carter's shoulder.

She didn't seem to mind, as she also stared back, sipping from her glass smugly.

The music soon came to an end as Carter let go of me. I smiled gratefully at him and slowly made my way towards the rest room, many eyes watching my movement.

Arriving at the ladies rest room, I turned on a tap to wash my hands and face. My reflection in the mirror looked back at me with so much emotions...emotions that I try so hard to hide.

"Beautiful!" A voice from behind me stated.

I immediately turned back, holding out my knife at a waiter. I recognized him from earlier.

He smirked, which made me frown at him.

" You don't get it, do you?" He chuckled, exposing pearly white...fangs? Have I had too many drinks?

He slowly looked towards the entrance, as the bartender guy from earlier stood, leaning casually on the door frame.

"Stop scaring the poor girl Noah, the plan was to knock her out and take her with us." Bartender guy said, focused on picking his nails... Or Claws?

What the fuck was going on? Are these some kind of creatures again?

I started retreating slowly from the Noah guy. Dude had a smile that suddenly started giving me the creeps.

Something hard hit my head suddenly, fucking up my vision and making my legs wobbly. I groaned in pain as I tried to touch the back of my head.

Someone dragged me up from my crouching position, by my hair. Bartender guy.

" Sorry about Noah. He sucks at knocking people out." He mused, making me strain my ears to hear him properly.

A fist collided with my forehead and everything went black.