Chapter 4: Seff Darrow

*WOLFIE*

‘Run!’

Anger and fear gripped me.

A voice laughed near my ears hovering close to my very heart. The sound was so chilling that it made me shiver trying to control the consistent speed and the will to keep my legs moving.

‘I’ll protect you so just run!’ Someone called out to me. I could tell from his voice that he was equally shook but who was he? A terror surrounded my being as I sped past the trees, my paws scrunching on the tree leaves only revealing my location to the entity after me.

I turned back to look once almost blinded by the light that came whirling towards me and jumping at the last moment and feeling it collide with my leg I howled in pain. My wolf form stronger and yet the pain seeped through my body, almost numbing my movements. Unable to do anything I thrashed midair and then went tumbling down into a deep pit.

My consciousness was barely with me and with the air whooshing around me the far away cry of someone calling my name rung in my head.

‘Seff!’

Was that my name?

I tried opening my eyes to determine what was happening when I saw pure darkness swallowing me. Some branches scratched against me, stones hit me in multiple places, bruising me as the gravity attracted my heavy body to death.

I ached all over but more so than anything else the pain of what I left behind was slowly catching up to me. My family, my home, my everything.

How will I live?

When I believed all was lost a hand caressed my mane, the touch almost electrifying and a hand emerged in the darkness all around me. I hesitated but grabbed it, my nerves coming alight and catching hold of her hand I let her pull me out only to see that my savior’s face was that of my pretty mate.

My pretty Lycia.

Waking up at that moment I stared up at the ceiling of the new room I had found myself in blankly for a little while. A startled flash of another ceiling with a chandelier fixed in the middle came across my vision, making me bring my hands to rub my eyes when I found that it was encased in something soft and warm.

Bringing it up into my vision I see a pale white hand clasping it, not tightly but still enough to not let it go even in her sleep. Turning my head I looked to my side to see the pretty redhead sleeping peacefully beside me without a care in the world.

Her green eyes were hidden behind the pretty white lids bordered with lashes that looked as soft as the bristles of a dandelion. Her skin looked perfect from afar but up close I could see her pores and a trace of a small pimple mark with a few scattered freckles that I am sure grew darker in the sun. I wanted to trace them and tap her cute nose that she scrunched lightly every few seconds in letting me know that the few strands of her hair that was perched on the bridge of her nose was irritating her.

Chuckling at the cuteness I brought up my other hand and ever so lightly I pinched the thin strands between my fingers and gently placed it away. It must have tickled her because bringing up the hand that she was holding mine with to her face she rubbed her nose.

While she was busy making herself comfortable, my hand continued to rub against her soft lips in a tantalizing sensation. My attention was now centered on the pink cushions that were parted a centimeter apart letting out warm breaths against the skin of my hand.

Finally satisfied with the itch gone away she put the hand back down and left me with a view of her lips smiling lightly. With her face tilted towards me it was almost as if she was inviting me to kiss her and against my better judgment I found myself inching closer to her.

Would she get angry if I kissed her in her sleep?

She would; I knew that but it should be a crime to not be allowed to kiss my own mate especially when she was this beautiful.

Hovering above her face, just a mere inch away from her lips I stop at last when I remember what happened last night.

“If you ever kiss me without my permission again then I will throw you out!” That was what she had said after pushing me away and I didn’t want to risk angering her first thing in the morning.

‘You must respect women.’ That was what my brother always told me when I was-

Wait. Brother?

Trying to focus on that thought I tried to trace it back to the original memory. My head throbbed at the pressure I put on it but images came seeping through my mind. There was a crack in the barrier that was caging my memories and tumbling out of it were scattered bits of my identity.

The information flooded through me and I had to close my eyes and take deep breaths to stop the ache from taking over my whole head. Concentrating on focusing on one memory at a time I thought of my name first.

‘Seff Darrow.’ The answer came proving to me that my dream had been a truthful memory that I must have lost. Maybe what I saw today was how I really reached this coven.

But who was I running from?

I waited but this time nothing popped in my head. It was completely blank making me realize that it would take me some time to regain all of my memories back.

Focusing on who my brother was I see an image of a familiar man being painted in my head. The person looked similar to what I did, only slightly older with a better build.

‘The Lycan King, Roz Darrow.’

My mind provided and I felt slightly shocked and gripped by disbelief. If my brother was the king then I was a prince?

At that more memories seeped in of a giant mansion, a lavish room and some blurred faces of people who I seemed to know. Yet the more I remembered instead of joy I felt anticipation took over me.

What was I missing?

‘Sorry but I need to leave, that is the only way to save my brother and the kingdom,’ I could hear myself telling that to someone, a person who I trusted a lot but I couldn’t place a face on yet.

Why? What happened that I had to run away from my own home? What was so dangerous that a price couldn't solve it? And neither could a king?

I couldn’t understand but it seemed like I was the problem and the source of all discomfort to my kingdom and my brother. It was saddening to think that but if they were all safe then what does it matter? Besides I had found myself a mate here.

Maybe I could start anew.

My mind and heart felt heavy from the sad past that I still couldn’t grasp properly and turning to face my mate I hugged her closer to myself to let her warmth comfort me.

She was here with me and she was all I needed now.

She smelt amazing and snuggling into the crook of her neck I kissed her there, realizing too late that I shouldn’t have done that when I heard her call, “Wolfie?”

“Yes,” I answered back gripping onto her when I realized that I was going to be scolded either way.

“What the fuck are you doing? And why are you on my bed?” she groaned annoyed as she tried to push me away from her but having her struggle in my arms was a different kind of pleasure.

I am sure if she wanted to she could have easily pushed me away like last night but she must have liked my warmth too because although she complained and pushed it wasn’t to an extent that I would be completely parted from her.

I wonder if she realized these actions or if they were unconscious on her end.

Looking at the space between us I frowned slightly and then told her, “I am not the one who is in my bed, it’s you. Besides I would have moved away but you were holding me in place with your hand wrapped around mine.”

Bringing it up to show her I watched her eyes widen and then hesitatingly looking round she noticed that she was on the air mattress that she had pulled out for me last night.

She looked embarrassed and let go of my hand at once. Hating that I quickly caught hold of her palms again and kissing it I said, “Oh wait but I like it.”

She looked at me in disbelief and then turning her head she said, “But I don't.”

Grinning, I kissed her cheeks and saw her turn to glare at me and then sputter, “Stop it! Any ways, did you find anything or remembering anything?”

At her words I was about to confess when I stopped. What if I tell her the truth and then she sent me back home?

I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to lie to her to stay with her a little while longer. Maybe then I would be able to have her love me.

“No, I didn’t,” I felt bad for lying to her but what else could I do?

I couldn’t risk losing her.

I would tell her the truth after a little while, until she falls for me too. Till then I am going to use this month to get her to love me.