My Long Lost Mate

"GROAARRRRRRRR," He growled vociferously, his eyes turned bloodshot. He was fuming.

Shit. What do I do? I felt my body tremble before him. There was no one around and I was pretty far from the mansion's entrance. Although he roared loudly, this mansion was ridiculously enormous in size, so I doubt anyone heard his animalistic voice when they were all busy partying inside. I shouldn't have agreed to help that man. Regret washed over me as I stare at the furious wolf with my dilated eyes.

My legs were wobbling like jelly, stepping little by little away from him. I quickly scanned my surroundings, hoping I could find something that I can use as a weapon. But much to my disappointment, there was nothing useful in this circumstance.

The big brown wolf stride closer to me with confident steps, ready to charge any time right now. Having nothing to protect me, I settled with the heels on both of my feet. I threw it straight to his eye, catching him off guard. He growled again and squinted his eyes, I use this time to run towards the mansion as fast as I could. The gown I was wearing didn't bring justice to me as I was struggling to run in it. I cursed as I ran

"Shit, shit, shit!" I ran with my bȧrė feet, not caring about the bruises that will form in the near future if I somehow managed to escape from this crazy wolf chasing behind me. If not, then maybe I should care about my life first, rather than my feet.

I thought I had run for a certain distance from where I was before, but in reality, I only ran for less than fifty meters away from my former position before he caught up to me with his inhuman speed. We now faced each other again and I was on the verge of peeing myself. It took every ounce of self-control I had in me to stop myself from actually leaking the liquid out. If I was going to die tonight, at least I don't want to die in a such embarrassing way.

Right now, the wolf in front of me was even more enraged than before. We stared at each other for less than a second, and before I knew it, my body collided to the ground and his claws were on both sides of my shoulders. I hope I can at least go to heaven and ask God why is my life this shitty.

"GROAAARRRRRRRRR," he growled loudly right in front of my face, which let my sense of smell breathe in his foul smell. God, I feel like puking right now. I closed my eyes, ready to take on his attack. But it never came.

Instead, I felt the weight of his body was no longer pressing down on me. I opened my eyes, and to my surprise, there was another wolf tackling the brown wolf to the ground. I quickly moved away from them so that I won't be involved in this deadly fight.

The two wolves fought with so much ferocity, they pounded against each other, bites and kicks were sent to their adversary. But the longer the fight goes on, it was clear that this was actually a one-sided fight. The brown wolf didn't have the slightest chance against the other wolf as his body was much smaller and weaker than the contrary. A loud and powerful growl was made out as he strikes his last blow to the brown wolf.

"GROOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRR."

And with that, the brown wolf laid on the ground, lifelessly. The conqueror of the fight frantically looked around, and when his eyes found mine, he ran over to me and stopped a few feet away. Surprised, I took a few steps back. It was very dark so I couldn't distinguish his features before, but now that we were closer, I could finally see how he looked like.

"Wolfie?" I called out to the wolf. It was the same black-furred, red-eyed wolf I was very acquainted with.

He looked down at me with a soft gaze, then lowered his body to equate his height with mine. I almost couldn't believe he was the same wolf who fought viciously just a few moments ago. I reached out to touched him, but then I caught a glimpse of red liquid oozing out from his ċhėst. He was bleeding!

"You are hurt!" I gasped as I saw his black fur was now soaked with blood. I searched around his body to look for another injury and found another wound on one of his front legs also.

Grasping the worry written on my face, he shook his head from side to side, as if saying 'I am fine' but anyone would know he was telling lies.

"You are not fine! Such nonsense! Let's go to a doctor! Or uhh... a vet!" I said as I started to walk away, "Can you—"

"Miss Quinn," I glanced at the source of the voice and saw Mr. Cassius. He peeked over to Wolfie and the dead wolf, "I will escort you back to your house, you can leave them here," he said as he sighed.

"No! How can I leave him? He is hurt!"

"He will be fine," he said with ease. Wolfie nudged my back as if telling me to go with him. I looked at him with my brows furrowed together. I didn't want to leave him, at least not in this state. "See? He is fine," he shrugged, "I will make sure he will be able to jump around the next time you see him."

Why was he so at ease? I unwillingly followed Mr. Cassius to his carriage but stopped when I realized Luke was not around, "What about Sir Luke?" I asked.

"Ah..." he halted, "He said he has some business to attend to tonight, so he asked me to escort you back to the house instead."

I frowned, but nodded and went inside the carriage. How did he find me, I wonder? I was pretty far from the mansion and it was dark, I doubt one could see or hear me from the mansion. I was curious, but I was also too tired to ask him. My fatigue washed over me and I soon fell asleep on the way back to the manor.

...

"Is she okay?" I heard a small voice in between my sleep, almost like a whisper.

"Yes, she will be fine," another voice replied and I fluttered my eyes open.

I was back in my room, with two men also present in my comfort space. A man I haven't met before and Luke was standing beside my bed. They didn't realize I was awake.

"She is wounded on both sides of her shoulders, and her feet are bruised. I have tended to all of her injuries so she will be fine. There is nothing else you need to be worried about," the man explained with a calm voice.

Luke sighed in relief and the man asked again, "What about you, Alpha? Let me check on your injuries too."

"No, I'm fine, "he gave the man a pat on the shoulder, "Thank you, you can leave now." Hearing that, the man nodded and bowed to him before finally leaving the room.

"Sir, why are you hurt?" I asked him and his eyes immediately opened to meet mine.

He jerked his head towards me, worry was evident on his face, "Violet, are you okay?"

I nodded to his question and asked again, "Why are you hurt, sir?"

"I'm fine. I just got on a little fight with some people in the party," he said, then reversed the topic back, "Why did you leave? I asked you to wait for me, and you were gone the next time I went back there. Do you know how worried I was when you were missing?" his face showed a mixture of anger and worry.

I was still curious about how he got his injury but it seemed he didn't want to talk about it. "I'm sorry," I said softly.

"No, I am not mad at you, Vi. I don't need your apology, but I need an explanation of what happened back there. I know you must have had your reasons for not following my words."

I explained about the incident without leaving any parts out of it. He seemed calm at first but then he couldn't keep his cool anymore as the story was coming to an end.

"Do you know him?" he asked to which I shook my head. He raked through his hair and grumbled, "How did he even get there? A deranged wolf in someone else's territory without even getting detected by the guards. I need to tell—" he stopped talking as if he realized he was talking too much,"...I shouldn't have brought you to the party, I'm sorry," he sighed as he gazed at me.

"No, sir. It's not your fault. I was the one who agreed to go there," I said, not wanting to put the blame on him, "But, if he was a deranged wolf, what about the other wolf who helped me? Is he also...?"

"I don't know," he shook his head, his voice shaky as he said it, "I didn't see the wolf who helped you, I only saw a dead wolf." As he said, he stood up, ready to leave my room, "You should rest. Your body must have been tired and worn out from all the things that happened. Good night, Vi."

"Oh, you don't need to work tomorrow. You should take a break," he said his last words before leaving the room.

I sighed as I slumped my body back to the bed. The mad adrenaline rush I felt before hid away my exhaustion and pain, but now that I'm a little relaxed, I could feel my whole body aching. I wanted to sleep but my mind won't let me. I kept on wondering, who was that wolf? How did he know me?

I have never seen him before, so it was not possible for us to be acquainted with each other. It was also the same with the guy from that time, the one who dragged me out of the house. He also knew me, unlike my clueless self, I was not familiar with their faces.

The question was, why are they all after me? I knew they were all dead now, but I couldn't help to think, what if, they were both from the same group? The very same one who killed my mom.

If that was the case, then their leader must have told their minions to find me, then bring me to their hidings hence all of these kidnapping attempts. With all these failures, I'm sure there will be another pursuit of kidnapping, and they won't stop until I was in their hands.

Nice to know I was being chased out by some creepy-ass group of killers.

Just the usual.