CHAPTER TWO

Daciana's P.O.V

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my nerves. I couldn't believe I had just done what I did. I tied him up just as he had done to me, locked the doors and left him there, alone and helpless.

I rushed back home, my heart pounding in my chest. Anthony wasn't there yet, so I took the opportunity to go through my mother's old pictures. I found the ones I was looking for - the ones with my dad. I stared at them for a long time, lost in thought.

I remembered the story my mother had told me, how everything had started. It was all so long ago, and yet it still felt like yesterday. Anthony is my biological father. He has no Idea that I know. My mother had told me how she met him. How I was born. It wasn't my story to tell so it's better you hear from the horse's mouth.

Ana's P.O.V

I am Ana, a rogue werewolf who has been on the run for years. I refused to follow the rules of my pack and their strict code of conduct, always longing for the freedom to live my life as I wanted. Becoming a rogue wolf seemed like the perfect solution, but it turned me into a fugitive, always running and never having a day of rest.

My body ached from the constant running and shifting, but I kept pushing myself. I couldn't let them catch me. I knew what would happen if they did. I had heard stories of rogue werewolves who were captured and killed by their packs. That was not the kind of ending I hoped for, so I kept running.

The full moon was drawing nearer, its pull growing stronger with each passing moment. Very soon, I would have to shift and let the wolf take over, but that was the last thing I wanted at that moment. I pushed myself to stay human and kept running.

Just as I was beginning to feel exhausted, I saw a cabin. "Thank you, moon goddess! Hopefully, there will be water," I said, hesitantly approaching the cabin.

A man, around six feet tall, well-built, with sparkling eyes and a very handsome face came out of the cabin. "Are you okay? Come in, please. What are you doing out here in this forest alone?" he asked, his eyes beaming with concern and care.

I managed to nod, barely able to speak as I gasped for breath. The young man introduced himself as Anthony and offered me a cup of water. I gulped it down in a matter of seconds and asked for more. Anthony gave me another cup and asked me to have a seat.

As I rested in Anthony's cabin, my mind was not at rest. My pack was still out there. What if they found me here? What if they killed my savior? So many what-ifs ran through my mind as I avoided having eye contact with Anthony.

"Who are you, and what are you doing alone in the forest at this time of day?" Anthony asked again.

I couldn't reveal who I was to Anthony. I was scared that he would kill me. I had already seen the guns, machetes, and silver bullets all over the cabin, and I knew that Anthony was a werewolf hunter. However, I thought it was better to deal with one werewolf hunter than a pack of strong werewolves.

I stayed for days in the cabin, always on the lookout for my pack. They were nowhere to be seen. Anthony turned out to be a good man. He didn't ask further questions. He gave me food and shelter. I knew that soon I would have to move on with my journey, but for now, I needed a place to rest, and that place was Anthony's cabin.

Anthony gave me his bed to lie on while he slept on the floor. What a gentleman, I thought.

As I laid in bed at night, I couldn't sleep, my mind kept wandering from one thought to the other. "Would I ever be able to stop running and live a normal life? What if Anthony finds out I am a werewolf?" All these thoughts kept me from sleeping.

As days passed, I found myself becoming more comfortable with Anthony. He told me his life history, how he lost his parents to werewolves, and ever since then has killed hundreds of wolves, and he is not planning to stop. This brought a fresh dose of fear in me. I was falling in love with a man who would kill me if he finds out what I am. However, Anthony was kind and understanding. He didn't push me to reveal my past. He showered me with love and care.  

 I found myself forgetting my past and my pack. The only thing that mattered to me now was Anthony. I had fallen for him, and he had fallen for me as well.

As our relationship progressed, I started to feel different. I found out I was pregnant. Feeling shocked and scared, I told Anthony. Anthony was happy with the good news. He wanted to marry me. He promised to take good care of me and our unborn child.

However, the thought of Anthony finding out my true identity scared me. I had been living in fear of him finding out my secret. The thought of losing him terrified me.

But never in my life did I expect him to find out the way he did. We were in the middle of a passionate moment. Our bodies entwined as we made love. And then, as I reached the height of my pleasure, my claws suddenly came out, tearing sheets and almost injuring Anthony. I froze in horror, wondering what would happen next and if this would be the moment that would reveal my true identity to the man I loved.

I couldn't believe what was happening. My claws had never come out during a moment like this. I quickly pulled away from Anthony and tried to control my breathing. Anthony looked at me with a mix of shock and horror. "What the hell was that?"