MYRA's POV.

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I was surrounded.

My breath hitched as I watched four wolves appear out of the hidden shadows, white-mist eyes gleaming with gratifying intensity as I shuddered from their presence.

"What in the actual hell..." My lips were numb as I pulled myself up from the ground and leaned back on the tree. There was no escape; the four sides were covered, and now I was their prey.

They circled me, as if all were waiting for the right moment to attack, while I watched these monsters as my body buzzed, hands trembling and a pinch to my skin to break my frozen demeanor.

This wasn't like when I'd met the black wolf; I felt something close to a rush, and as crazy as I may sound, a connection treating him, but I could feel the bloodthirst coming from them as they watched me.

And even though the wolves weren't as large or as menacing as the great black wolf I saw last night, four wolves meant that I wasn't going to survive this in any way, well just my rotten luck.

And I knew no one was coming for me, especially after I just hit Nate in the groin and was quiet. I was on my own, at least my story would be a good documentary and I'd finally meet my parents.

So much for having my appointment with a realtor for my dream practice space in the city. It was never meant to be. It's over, I tell myself.

So why the hell was I charging into a fighting stance right now? Why was my will to live so strong? I had taken a large branch on the floor as my weapon, and the wolves looked rather amused at my predicament.

My voice cracked, but I bared my teeth. "Come and get me, you overgrown mutts You want me? Here i am," I muttered under my breath as the first dark brown wolf leaped, my branch did nothing to protect me as it gnawed off the wood while I scurried for safety.

It was a flimsy and piss-poor distraction I know but it was a buy for me to begin sprinting out of the woods, they were hot on my tail, but I didn't stop, pushing my face even as my bones ached and my teeth rattled.

I ran with all my might, but just as I came out of the open field, I felt a heavy weight blood to my torso, pushing me as my body slammed against the tree.

The attacker knocked a winded breath out of me as the sharp branches lodged themselves into one of my thighs, I screamed from the agonizing pain of the indented wood that rattled my senses with pain.

I screamed and thrashed, trying to pull the deeply indented wood off as they gathered me once more, and that was when I realized, they were playing with me and it was to them... a game.

I was screwed, and no way out as my wound bled, body weaker as I crawled away, throwing sticks and stones to no avail. "Someone, please...help me...anyone...please," I cried with a silent prayer as I bled out, closing my eyes to accept my painful fate.

But then I heard a roar as shadows tousled over me, and I was unharmed. The snarls, cries, and yelps of the wolf garnered my attention as I opened my eyes to see a bloody battle between the four wolves...no, five! One had appeared.

One that was very familiar, the same black beast that bit me, his fur as dark as midnight, and his eyes with a crimson power as he raged between the two wolves, his eyes and stature held so much power.

He went for the neck of a light brown-black wolf, gutting out its life from its neck as bone cracked; the familiar brown jumped at the opportunity while he was distracted to take him down.

But he failed terribly as the black wolf turned in time to land a damning blow to the wolf's skull, slamming to the ground as it landed close to me, its neck crooked and eyes far gone for me to know it was dead.

No, no, no, I needed to get out of here! I panicked, crawling just as another wolf was slammed next to the tree to my left, and my breath hitched.

Having to cover my mouth to stop the air from escaping, I was hyperventilating at this point as I watched the war between the two animals rage, and of all four beasts, there was one left.

The wolf bowed its head, backing away as it pleaded for mercy from the black wolf, but he didn't back down, howling out to the forest that echoed as he aimed for the wolf's hind leg, breaking it with a wicked crackle as the wolf cried.

But it seems the dark wolf had a scrap of mercy for the wolf or maybe a warning to the other and him as an example as the wolf limped shamelessly away with its tail between its legs.

And from those four wolves, he came out as champion. The battle was over; he'd won. And I was next. Fuck.

"You...you came back to finish the job, didn't you..." I called out, my breathing harsh and barely even awake, as I was losing blood, and from the battering on my body, I was slowly slipping away from consciousness.

I feel a cold snout touch my injured leg as I flinch, afraid of what it's going to do next. My face forms from confusion to fear and then shock when I begin to hear the crackle of bones.

This cannot be happening or real, but it was. The huge wolf shapeshift began to change into a human form, Bones splintered-not broke-reforming as midnight fur receded into skin and in seconds a fully grown and naked male stood.

He faced away from me, and I could only get a look at his back and his midnight-black shoulder-length hair, tousled and blown by the wind.

"This has to be a dream; it has to," I slurred my words just as I heard the crunch of the dry leaves and the sound of him walking closer, but I was already far gone as my consciousness slipped out of me, but not before I heard a husky voice by my side.

"There you are, human. I've been looking for you."

Myra's POV.

The wicked chill I felt earlier as my heart pounded had disappeared, and now I was surrounded by a warmth that my body craved, one into which I leaned as I wrestled my legs, swinging, and I was nestled on a warm, beating chest.

Was I being carried? I had no idea what was happening, but I felt like I was moving, yet I couldn't open my eyes. Even when the whispers grew loud enough to sound like two people, my body seemed to be in shutdown mode, and I was unable to lift a finger to resist.

That's what brings me back to the altered memories, which played out like a long horror movie, all the way up to the point where I was back at the accident again, but this time, instead of stopping at the moment the glass broke as it always did. It passed a limit that unlocks my memories.

I was stuck in the overturned car with my teddy bear bag, still belted to the seat, when I saw something unbelievable - feet that weren't fully human or animal, but had hind legs. As the creature knelt under the car, it raised its ugly head and freakish eyes, revealing legs with claws, a stark and shocking sight.

I let out a scream, but my throat was constricted as I sat up from my nightmare, finding myself in an eerie, cold room that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

But I couldn't think of anything else at that moment, as the loud alarm in my head screamed that I'd been taken and was in an unfamiliar place! I looked down to see my leg had been patched up with a torn cloth and my vest had been exchanged for a dark shirt and i was wearing nothing underneath. As someone saw me naked, I clung to it, feeling mortification spread across my face.

I tiptoed off the twin bed, walking over the wooden floorboards and praying no creaks in my steps would be heard. The door was half ajar and thrown off the hinges as I edged closer to the base of the house, where a soft light illuminates what looks like the living room. And that's when I hear the voices,

"Are you truly sure, Draven? You're sure your bite changed her, but that isn't possible with your kind; it's forbidden!" I hear a female voice hiss, sultry as honey and likely to lure you in, but I felt that it wasn't human; they both weren't. What have I gotten myself into? I backed away a bit, stiffened, and paused in my steps when I heard the second companion's voice.

Something in my core shifted in his voice. "That's why I brought her here," he called. "I want to make sure, so we have to let her wake up and then carry on with your test." I clasped a hand to my mouth to hold my gasp.

"So why are you pretending? Why are you acting like you don't know she's right behind that wall, listening to us?" The female says, her icy amusement evident in her tone, which sets my heart pounding. I backed away just as his head turned to my hiding spot.

I backed away as I slammed into a tall shelf, one I instantly pushed to the ground to block his path as I immediately lunged for the open window. As I rolled outside the house, I was shocked to see it was a cabin, which was surprising given its massive interior. Without hesitation, I sprinted across the woods, not stopping to ask questions or wonder how I could run on my wounded leg.

"No, no, No!" I whimpered, realizing there was no way in hell I was going to be used as a bloody experiment or whatever the hell they were planning! Was it just me, or were the trees passing by in a blur? What the hell? I know I'm not that fast, right? But I didn't stop, ducking below a muddy field as I skipped over the boulders and twisted vines.

A chill went up my spine as I realized I was being followed and he was gaining on me fast. It was like he was the predator and I was the prey. Well, Jesus fucking Christ. I sprint past the wet field and into the cool grass, praying to reach safety and escape his grasp, but just as I do, a hand clamps down on my shoulders, sweeping me into a strong embrace, and we both tumble to the grass.

Although I fought to break free from the inhuman hold on my body, he was too strong. "Let me go! Help me! Someone help!" I scream.

"Will you stop moving for just one second, Myra?" His strong, ancient accent made me pause when he called my name, and I stopped wriggling, my harsh breath calming as my back lay flat on the cold grass.

He rolled me over, trapping my legs between his, and pinned my hand across my chest, holding it firmly to prevent me from escaping. When I finally looked up at him to see my captor, I'm sure my eyes were as wide as saucers.

I expected him to resemble a serial killer, with a missing eye, a patchy beard, an eye patch, and a bald head. But he looked like a Greek god instead. His icy deep green eyes locked onto mine as I memorized every detail of his face.

His lashes cast a shadow over his eyes, as well as his perfectly lined brows, chiseled jaw, and neatly trimmed beard, which extended to his midnight black hair. His shoulder-length hair swooped backward, casting a shadow over my face with its wavy cascade.

I bit my inner lips, reminding myself that this wasn't a fairy-tale meeting but a kidnapping. "Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?"

"I'll answer if you come to the cabin with me," his deep voice rumbled, causing my insides to flutter. What the hell is wrong with me? I needed to get away. "I am not going anywhere with you; you kidnapped me..." When I saw his eyes had turned a deeper scarlet red, the same color as the wolf, the words die on my lips.

My memories flashed back to the blurry transformation I saw - the black wolf shifting into a man - and everything clicked into place just as he released me, but I remained frozen in shock.

Based on what I'd seen, I doubted I could escape, as he would catch me again, so I pulled myself up, clutching my aching wrist in amazement and horror at what he had become.

"You...you are that wolf...aren't you?" He didn't answer, but his silence proved my question immediately.

"... T-that isn't scientifically possible...so how?" I exclaimed breathlessly, feeling my grip on reality slipping as I struggled to comprehend what I was seeing. Then, as our eyes met, he leaned in close to me.

"You might not believe it, but i am a werewolf, Myra," As our gazes lock, I feel my insides tremble again. "So, what does that have to do with me? "You bit me, ran away, and your goons came after me to try and kill me, but I have nothing you want!" I rage back.

"You have everything I've been looking for and a question that I'll answer, but one thing that you have to know first is that I am sorry," He called, and I raised my brows in confusion.

"my name is Draven Ashwulf and you want not believe it, but You are a werewolf now, I don't know how, but my bite caused it," As the air thickens with silence after his words, and I burst into hysterical laughter.

"Ok , ok,...you almost got me," I said to him, just as his eyes shifted to the small creek by my side, as if urging me to look; I turned and crawled towards the small pond, and when I gazed into it, my stomach drops at the sight of my reflection.

I stared back at an uncanny silver-metallic hue that glowed like polished steel crystals in my eyes, and dread filled my entire body as I trembled, tracing my glowing eyes and peeking canines with shaking hands.

My bones chilled from the realization as i began to recall my untamable hunger, the heightened senses and my unnatural strength. How i was able to escape and run that fast with a deep wounds in my leg, and now my eyes.

And oh shit, maybe I was a werewolf after all.

MYRA'S POV.

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I was a werewolf.

It felt like the world was closing in on me after he told me that his bite had turned me Into a werewolf. I couldn't grasp it, nor could I breathe, but the glowing silver orbs staring back at me from my reflection in the water pond said otherwise.

I jolted back and landed on my ass, my heart pounding. "This is a dream; this is just a terrible dream," I muttered, yet no matter how I squeezed my eyes shut, the dread wouldn't go away, and neither would he.

This had to be a prank, a messed-up one; it just had to be, but the burn on my wrist from where he held me earlier felt too real for me to say it wasn't real.

I looked at the male, his eyes watching me; maybe he thought I'd likely run away. As much as I wanted to, I hoped this was all a nightmare; the only thing my body wanted to do was throw up.

"No, no, this can't be possible. I'm just a normal human. I have dreams of starting my practice to help animals. I cannot be a freaking werewolf?! You can't hold me here. I have my appointment today; I have to get to the meeting with my realtor-"

"Myra!" His voice boomed at me, his hands heavy on my shoulders. That's when I noticed my body still trembling as I turned to look at him. There was an odd, unreadable look in his eyes as he stared at me. Like there was conflict in what he was about to do.

"Please, please don't hurt me," I begged just as I felt a stinging chop at my nape. It was swift and clean, and my legs turned to jelly as my body faltered forward, immediately caught by his large, brooding figure.

I was half awake when I felt him place me on his shoulders. With my arms swinging and body dull, I couldn't move, like I was partially paralyzed, as he took me back into the unfamiliar woods that led to hidden trails into the dark cabin.

"Please tell me you didn't kill her." The female's voice rings with panic once more with a frustrated sigh as he drops me on the couch.

My eyes were shut close, but I could hear everything as I tried to trick my fingers into moving while I heard him talk with irritation.

"She was being stubborn. It was this way, or the latter, and no, I didn't fucking kill her, not yet, if she is still useful. I need to know what she injected me with when I was unconscious; that might be the key to the Canix virus."

"Alpha..."

"Don't talk like there isn't hope. I'm a living testament of my curse being gone, so do what you have to do, tear her open to find out; I don't care," he called, and my heart lurched at my throat. Stupid mutt bastard, oh god, he was annoying and ruthless. How could he say that?

I wonder how that lady copes with him when he's trash. I finally maneuver my eyes and body to move. I groan out in frustration, my noise instantly bringing both their attention as they stare at me.

"Will you fucking sit still this time, or will I have to tie you with chains, human?" He called darkly, and I felt a deep chill in my bones. He wasn't joking, and a part of me is sure I wouldn't leave here without a broken bone if I tried to run out again.

"Look, I will cooperate with you; just don't rip me open to try to sell my organs. I'm just a normal human."

"You were..." That sultry voice speaks one more time, and I turn my gaze to look at the female, and sunrise fills my gaze when I look up to her stature.

She was tall, inhumanly slender, and at least six feet with surreal black hair that was almost blue, her porcelain skin as pale as her lashes like bird feathers secreted shadows.

But what took my breath away was her pointy ears, not fucking human at all, and her coral dark eyes that were far too dark and irises too huge for a human. She was part of the freak show going on right now. Well, fuck me twice.

"My name is Sinsa. I'm the gatekeeper to the realm and the next, and a trusted guardian to the prince-"

"Enough, she doesn't need all that; she isn't part of us." He growls.

Ouch. Talk about being a cruel douchebag.

My throat dried, and a painful feeling tugged at my heart. He was right; I wasn't a part of whatever this was. I just needed a cure, and then I'll "-ouch!" I jump as Sinsa had pricked a needle into my arm.

Her eye showed nothing surprised as she turned to the male. "Humans are very fickle creatures, aren't they?" He called placing my blood into a vial contraption.

That's when I look around, and I fully take in the space to see that I was in some kind of small lab. Well, this was better than being cut open.

I watched her brows slowly form into confusion as he looked at me and then back to the vial, like my blood had turned the once white substance gold.

"This is...I don't know what this is," she says to the notorious male who watches me with crossed arms, his gaze darkened at me, "but she isn't supposed to exist in this place, or this world. This is a phenomenon I can't explain...only 'she' could be able to explain it."

"You know I can't trust her, not after all this time, and Miss Myra will be seen as taboo if I'm to tell them the truth of how she'd turned; this has never been possible, and it could lead to death," he hissed.

My hope deflated, and horror grew with each word.

Well, wasn't this just great? Not only was I a werewolf, changed and bitten, but it was an abominable mistake that could potentially be killed to keep his secret.

My life was over.