Chapter 13

"Argh argghhhh," Lucy yelled as she ran with every strength she had got.

As Lucy ran faster, she felt really scared. Fear made her heart beat faster and her body trembled. She wanted to escape so badly, feeling like she had to survive no matter what.

Her heart raced as she dashed through the bushes. She could hear the other wolves chasing after her, their scary growls echoing through the woods. It reminded her how dangerous the situation was.

Lucy was sweating a lot, and tears mixed with the dirt on her face. She kept running, even though she was getting really tired. Breathing was hard, and her legs felt heavy, like they might give out at any moment.

Fear gripped her heart as she realized she was being pursued, the sound of snapping twigs and heavy panting growing louder with each passing moment.

She turned her head to notice the wolves that were after her and could see they were closer than before. Their howls and growls grew louder as if they were ready to pounce on her the moment they catch up with her.

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Lucy ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Branches whipped against her skin, leaving stinging welts in their wake. She could feel the hot breath of the wolves on her heels, their snarls sending shivers down her spine.

Her chest heaving with exertion, Lucy chanced a glance over her shoulder and saw the glint of yellow eyes in the darkness. They were gaining on her, their predatory instincts driving them forward with relentless determination. Panic surged within her, threatening to overwhelm her senses.

Just when Lucy thought she couldn't run any longer, a shadowy figure emerged from the trees ahead. The newcomer was a wolf, but unlike the ones chasing her, this one seemed to radiate a sense of calm and strength.

Without hesitation, the mysterious wolf lunged at Lucy's pursuers, his growls echoing through the forest. He fought with a ferocity that took Lucy's breath away, his movements fluid and precise as he dispatched each of the wolves with ease.

But in the chaos of the battle, Lucy stumbled over a root hidden beneath the undergrowth. With a cry of alarm, she tumbled to the ground, her head connecting with a sharp rock with a sickening thud.

Stars danced before Lucy's eyes as she lay dazed on the forest floor. The world spun around her, and she struggled to regain her bearings. Through the haze of pain and confusion, she could barely make out the sound of footsteps approaching.

Still against all odds, the lone wolf, with a primal roar, the savior wolf launched itself at Lucy's pursuers, teeth bared and claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. The forest erupted into chaos as the two packs clashed, snarls and yelps mingling with the rustle of leaves and the crackle of underbrush.

Despite the odds stacked against him, the savior wolf fought with unmatched ferocity, his movements a blur of strength and agility as he defended Lucy from harm. With each swipe of his claws and snap of his jaws, he drove back their assailants, refusing to yield to the relentless onslaught.

For what seemed like an eternity, the battle raged on, the air thick with the scent of blood and the sound of combat. But finally, as the last of Lucy's would-be attackers lay vanquished at their feet, the savior wolf turned to her, his eyes locking with hers in a silent exchange of gratitude.

"Are you alright?" a voice asked, filled with concern.

Lucy blinked away the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes and looked up to see the shadowy figure of the wolf standing over her. His features were obscured by the dim light filtering through the trees, but his voice was gentle and reassuring.

"I think so," Lucy murmured, wincing as she gingerly touched the tender spot on her head.

The wolf extended a paw to help Lucy to her feet, and she gratefully accepted his assistance. As she rose unsteadily to her feet, she couldn't help but notice the warmth of his touch, the strength of his presence comforting her in a way she couldn't quite explain.

"Thank you," Lucy said softly, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

The wolf nodded in response, his eyes softening with understanding. There was a moment of silence between them, the only sound of the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

But before Lucy could gather her thoughts and ask the wolf his name, the lone wolf soon stretched out Lucy's arm and opened his mouth wide in an attempt to bite her but Lucy screamed out loud and at that moment, the world around her began to fade. Colors bled together, and the sounds of the forest grew distant until they were nothing more than a whisper on the wind.

With a start, Lucy realized she was waking up. The dream was slipping away from her, leaving behind only fragments of memory and a lingering sense of wonder.

As consciousness returned, Lucy found herself lying on the floor, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream that still clung to her mind.

But even as she struggled to make sense of what she had experienced, one thing remained clear in Lucy's thoughts—the mysterious wolf who had come to her rescue, yet wanted to bite her. 

She shook her head, trying to know what the dream was all about. She tried to recall the face of the lone wolf but she could not.

"He couldn't have been my mate, my mate won't make any attempt to do me harm," She whispered and ran her fingers through her hair. She stretched out her arms and strived to get up on her feet.

"Lucy, Lucy...where have you been," Marie barged in

Lucy took a brief look at her and looked away, dusting the dirt off her clothes.

"Lucy, I've been searching all over the place for you... Isabella asked of you as you haven't reported to the Royal residence," Marie exhaled with her hands on either side of her waist.

"Why would you be searching for me," 

"Why are you even here... why are your clothes dirty," Marie questioned with curiosity.

Lucy pondered about her words and eventually wandered around with her eyes. 

"How, how did I get here... where am I?" 

"I don't know, you tell me," Marie responded. "This room has been abandoned for years, you could see how dirty it is, jam-packed with cobwebs," Marie shrugged, making gestures with her hands.

'How did I get here... I don't know what's going on with me, I have to find Katherine,' she thought to herself.

Without saying another word, she walked out of the room, leaving Marie behind.