Roxanne’s POV:
I grabbed a shirt out of the wardrobe and put it on, knowing very well it was my mate’s shirt from the amazing scent it had.
After he walked out, I went to take a bath to remove the drops of blood that had splattered all over my body.
Now that I was done cleaning myself up, I was thinking of a way to run away.
Looking out the window, I could see that the sun was setting and soon it would be nightfall. I was very concerned about my parents; they were obviously starting to worry. I just hoped they wouldn’t try to follow me in any way, no matter what.
When the door opened, I tensed and stayed still, not wanting to turn around.
The door closed and my mate’s strong scent invaded my nose. His scent was very different from most scents I had ever inhaled. It was like muddy rain mixed with a little whiskey, vanilla, and strawberry. It was supposed to make me feel nauseated, knowing how much I hated strawberry, vanilla, and whiskey. Yet it made me feel so calm and relaxed. I loved his scent.
When I heard his clothes rustle, I frowned.
What was he doing without saying a word?
I quickly turned when I heard the bed creak.
He was lying there with his back towards me. His silky hair, which now looked wavy, was let loose and his shirt and ribbon were on the ground.
I looked at him, trying to figure out what he was actually doing and thinking. He was definitely a smart man, so he wasn’t really planning to sleep. Either way, I was going to make a run for it, but first, I needed to have a conversation with him to lower his guard a bit.
“So, do you sleep at night like other supernatural beings do?” I asked and waited for his response.
When I was met with silence, I moved closer to take a good look at him.
He really had a great build and his muscles flexed sexily, but something that caught my attention were a few scars on his back, two of which looked deeper than the rest.
I couldn’t stop myself at that moment. I found myself on the bed, brushing my fingers against the scars gently.
My heart felt heavy and my eyes were blurred with tears forming.
I wanted to know how he had acquired them.
“Was he still in pain? What happened to him?” Those questions were going through my mind.
A low groan escaped from him, causing me to drop my hand and quickly move away from the bed, standing up.
“Is he asleep?” I silently asked Astrid when a few minutes passed in silence once again.
“No,” came her serious response.
“How about we put that to the test?” I suggested.
Before she could respond, I swiftly went to the door and opened it. Without looking back, I dashed outside, running towards the main entrance.
Once I was outside, I glanced back to ensure he wasn’t following me.
Seeing that he wasn’t, I turned and began running, passing by numerous houses.
“Roxanne, stop and go back!” Astrid exclaimed.
“Never!” I responded, leaping into the air and shifting into my wolf form, continuing to run.
“Roxanne, please think this through. How could he have let us go so easily? Moreover, all the streets are empty, which doesn’t make any sense,” she said loudly. I huffed in relief as a forest came into view. All I had to do was cross a tar road that lay between me and the forest.
Just as I was about to jump onto the tar road, I collided with a solid wall, causing me to stumble back and fall with a low whimper.
My head throbbed with pain, and my vision was slightly blurry.
I got up on all fours and shook my head to clear the dizziness I was experiencing.
“Astrid, what’s going on?” I silently asked as I shifted back into my human form.
She was quiet, but I could feel how anxious she was becoming.
I raised my hand and moved forward, trying to figure out what I had hit into. It was definitely something.
When my hand pressed against an invisible shield, I gasped loudly.
“What?” I whispered as I moved my hand side to side to make sure it really was an invisible shield.
“Astrid, was it why he lowered his guard on purpose? Did he…”
“Ouch!” I screamed out in pain, cutting my sentence short when my hair was roughly grabbed.
“What are you… ah!” I screamed out again as I stumbled, trying to keep up with my mate who was now dragging me back to the castle.
My scalp was burning, and my breath was becoming labored.
I knew he was pissed off with me, but I wasn’t going to let him treat me like some cheap slut he owned.
I angrily grabbed his wrist, clawing at him.
He immediately let go of me with a low rumble that scared me.
He looked at his badly bleeding hand in silence. When he looked at me, I knew there and then I had dug my own grave because his eyes were back to those I had seen before.
Without thinking, I turned back and began running towards my left side, hoping I could find a way out.
I gasped in pain when I was hit from behind and sent flying in mid-air, landing on the ground head first.
My head felt like it was ripping in two, and the side of my legs was badly hurting.
I was struggling to breathe, and I tasted my own blood filling my mouth.
My vision was getting blurry, and there was a high-pitched sound in my ears.
I coughed out blood and forced myself to crawl forward, but when a terrifying growl that shook the whole place came from behind me, I instantly froze in place with tears running down my face.
This was the first time since I was born that I was scared for my life and in so much pain.
For the first time, I was afraid of the mate I was hoping to meet and learn to love. It was clear that he was beyond reason and that he was going to kill me without a care.
I lowered my head to the ground, on the dirt, and sobbed silently.
The words I could force out of my mouth before succumbing to the dark were:
“Mom, Dad, I’m scared.”