Chapter 3

We hailed a taxi cab, and as we rode home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that our battle was far from over. But with Sophia by my side, I knew I could face anything. She place her head on my shoulder and I adjusted to give her more room. Along the way, I discovered a sudden burge rising in my underwear, I hope it’s not what I am thinking?

When we alighted from the cab, I rushed to the bathroom to ease myself but also to avoid Sophia catching the burge in my trouser. I remove my T-shirt and I discovered it was stained with blood already, I was surprise I wasn’t aware that I was wounded, I took the lotion on the washing basin to apply to the wound, as a werewolf, I don’t need to worry about the wound, it will heal itself before I wake up.

I winced as I applied the lotion to my wound, feeling the sting of the antiseptic. Sophia appeared in the doorway, clad in a light nightgown, and I could feel my heart skip a beat at the sight of her.

“Let me help you with that,” she said, taking the lotion from my hand. “Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

“It’s just a scratch,” I replied, trying to downplay the severity of the injury.

Sophia gave me a stern look. “Don’t be ridiculous. Let me take care of you.”

She gently applied the lotion to my wound, her touch soothing and comforting. As she worked, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection for her.

“Thank you,” I said softly.

Sophia smiled. “It’s the least I can do. You saved my life, remember?”

I chuckled. “I think we saved each other.”

We fell into a comfortable silence, and I could feel the tension of the night slowly melting away. As Sophia finished tending to my wound, she leaned in close and pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek.

“Goodnight,” she whispered, and with that, she turned and left the bathroom.

I stood there for a moment, my hand still resting on my cheek where she had kissed me. And as I made my way to bed, I knew that I was far deeper than I had ever imagined.

I couldn’t resist the pull of her lips, and before I knew it, we were locked in a passionate kiss. My hands roamed over her curves as she deepened the kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair. And then, with a sudden urgency, I pulled her close and pressed her up against the wall.

We shed our clothes quickly, lost in the heat of the moment. Our bodies tangled together as we moved in perfect synchronization. The pleasure was intense, and I could feel myself getting lost in the moment. As we reached the pinnacle of our passion, I knew that I never wanted to let go of her.

We collapsed onto the bed, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sophia curled up next to me, her head resting on my chest. And in that moment, I knew that I had found not only an ally in my fight against Marcus, but also a soulmate who would stand by me through thick and thin.

As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that the battles ahead would be tough, but with Sophia by my side, I was ready to face anything.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of birds chirping outside the window. Sophia had already gotten up and started her day, and I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her. I got up from bed and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but wince at the sight of my wound. It was still sore and raw, but Sophia’s touch had definitely helped ease the pain. I applied some more lotion, hoping it would heal quickly.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Sophia was already dressed and ready to go. She had made breakfast and set the table, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for her presence in my life. We sat down to eat, and as we chatted, I realized that the events of last night had brought us even closer together.

After breakfast, we sat down to plan our next move. I knew that I couldn’t take on Marcus and his followers alone, and I needed to rally my own supporters if I wanted to have a fighting chance. Sophia offered to help, and together, we began making a list of allies who could potentially join our cause.

As the day went on, we made phone calls and sent messages, trying to drum up support. Some were hesitant, while others were more than willing to join the fight. It was a slow process, but we were making progress.

As the sun began to set, Sophia suggested we take a break and head out for a walk. We strolled along the park, enjoying the fresh air and each other’s company. And for a moment, it felt like everything was right in the world.

But our peace was short-lived. As we rounded a corner, we came face to face with a group of werewolves – Marcus’s followers. And they didn’t look happy to see us.

Sophia tensed beside me, and I could feel my own muscles tightening as we braced ourselves for whatever was to come. The group of werewolves spread out, surrounding us on all sides, and I could see the glint of anger in their eyes.

“What do you want?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

One of the werewolves stepped forward, his fur bristling with aggression. “We want you to leave town, Noah. We won’t tolerate your presence here any longer.”

I narrowed my eyes, feeling the anger and frustration rising within me. “I won’t leave. This is my home, and I won’t be forced out by Marcus or anyone else.”

The werewolf snarled, baring his teeth. “Then we’ll make you leave. You and your human mate.”

I tensed, my grip tightening on Sophia’s hand. “You won’t touch her,” I warned, my voice low and deadly.

But before I could do anything else, the group of werewolves lunged at us, their teeth bared and their claws flashing in the moonlight.

I reacted quickly, shifting into my wolf form and letting out a fierce growl. Sophia, unaccustomed to this kind of violence, stumbled back, but I knew she would be safe behind me.

The battle was intense, with snarls and roars filling the air as we clashed with the enemy. I could feel my muscles straining as I fought tooth and nail to protect Sophia and take down the attackers.

Just as I thought we had the upper hand, a sharp pain sliced through my side. One of the werewolves had managed to land a deep gash with their claws. I gritted my teeth, pushing through the pain and fighting on.

But it was Sophia who turned the tide of the battle. She had always been quick-witted and resourceful, and in that moment, she proved it once again. With a flick of her wrist, she produced a small vial of silver powder and tossed it at the feet of our attackers.

The effect was Immediate. The werewolves howled in agony as the silver burned their skin, and they quickly retreated. Sophia had saved us once again.

As I fought off the retreating werewolves, I caught a glimpse of something in the shadows – a figure lurking just beyond the fray. And as I strained to see who or what it was, one of the werewolves landed a brutal blow to my side, sending me crashing to the ground. As I lay there, writhing in pain, the figure stepped forward into the light, and I gasped in horror as I realized who it was – my own brother, long thought dead and gone.