She had to stay off of her own life, postpone it somehow because the situation she was in was far more complex than she could ever comprehend.
The spell Vincent was talking about was casted on to her by a person they called a Spellcaster, a werewolf who has the ability to use special forms of magic mostly evil in nature. What she had was the Lover’s Kiss, or that’s how the wolves around her called it.
Right after Vincent imprinted on her, the Spellcaster, who had been following the pack successor, immediately performed the spell on her. It was a lethal spell which works like a poison that would slowly consume her and she could have died if Vincent hadn’t given her some of his life force.
Though she hadn’t been fully freed from the spell. The detoxification spell casted on by the Mistress, who turned out to be Vincent’s mother, had only slowed down the effects. Which brought her under the protection of the pack. She needed to receive Vincent’s energy from time to time so she won’t die. She was pretty much under the mercy of the entire pack but she didn’t feel inferior or threatened.
The family had strong ties and they respect and love each other, pretty much like what most family do. They welcomed her without judgment or ridicule. And the development of her relationship with Vincent was something she was looking forward to everyday.
Leila decided to find some shade because the sun was starting to burn her skin. She found the perfect spot near a boulder at the far end of the beach. After placing the towel in place she settled in and proceeded with reading the book she was holding. A little while later, Leila got lost in what she was doing and hadn’t notice the three, well-built men hovered over her on top of the boulder. They shifted into their wolf forms, jumped off the big stone and surrounded her.
The low but infuriated growl made her jumped out, clutching the book to her chest hoping it could help her somehow.
The wolves bared their long and sharp fangs who were ready to attack her. The black wolf which was directly in front of her took a few steps forward with his jaws widely open almost looking like it was sneering at her.
She backed away and shivered as it marched forward, closer to her. Leila shuddered at the idea of those fangs piercing through her skin and tearing her to pieces. She had feared for her life and how easily it can be taken by the wolves, especially since she had strayed too far from the beach house. But the same idea angered her. They had no right to inflict pain or threaten her existence because she was no wolf. She didn’t stepped into their territories nor hurt them in any way. She didn’t even believe in their existence, at least before she met Vincent. Therefore, they had no right to harm her. It’s pure savagery.
When her back touched the rough surface of the rock, Leila had to buy herself some time. Vincent and the others may start looking for her soon. She just needed to stay alive by then.
“Don’t come any closer.”
She held the book firmly for support.
“You still have time to run away. Vincent will come any minute now. Just go, run away and let’s forget this ever happened.”
It took a lot of her courage not stater. She could hear the loud beating of her heart. It got louder and louder almost deafening her while her legs started to feel numb. No! This can’t be happening. She felt woozy as her head started to throb. The spell on her was acting up again and now was not the time to grow weak and too vulnerable.
The black wolf shifted back to its human form. He had tanned skin, dark blue eyes and curly chestnut hair. His facial features were hard and cruel but he was handsome. He grinned looking down at her.
“Looks like you won’t last long in that condition.”
“What do you want from me?”
“From you? Nothing. You’re a mere human who serves us no purpose.”
“Yet you’re here, risking your lives.” Leila smirked.
The man frowned and gritted his teeth.
“Quite smug for a frail woman. Probably why the leech got attracted to you.”
He crossed the distance between them to grab her hair. Leila yelped in pain. The brutality had added to the throbbing of her head and everything seemed to spin around her.
“Look at me, little girl. Your leech of a boyfriend can’t save you this time. You will die in my hands.” He pulled her hair once more forcing her to look at him. “Nice knowing you.” He smiled vilely before raising his hand. Large, pointed claws sprung out and replaced his nails.
He scraped nape of her neck. It wasn’t too deep but the cut was bad enough for her to bleed. The man laughed seeing the red liquid flowed down her white top and soaked it.
“Fresh blood. Such a beautiful color. Makes me want to slowly rip you apart.”
He clawed her skin again, this time deeper and wider. Leila shrieked in pain as she watched her right arm with horror. Half of the skin on her arm was peeled off, making her writhe in pain. The man gripped her hair tighter giving her no chance to move.
“You will pay for this. Vincent will hunt you down.” She hissed with unshed tears.
The man tossed her aside with great force, her bones almost cracked when she landed on the boulder knocking her unconscious. He shifted back to his wolf form and turned to face the group of wolves coming their way.
Vincent, Kyle and Therese led a group of ten huge men and surrounded the intruders. He searched for Leila and saw her unconscious, almost lifeless. His insides churned seeing how badly Leila was injured and his fear of loosing her was right at his face.
“Denzel! Pray that she survives this or I swear to hunt you down to the ends of the earth.” He clenched his fists, ready to shift.
“Your bitch will die and there is no stopping it, Vincent. And you get to watch her bleed to death.”
“I will kill you!” Vincent growled.
“Easy Vincent.” Therese called out to him. “You wouldn’t want to loose control now, not when Leila needs you.”
Vincent looked at Leila’s curled form and breathed heavily. He needed to focus on saving Leila first. He would deal with Denzel once she’s safe.
“Leave now and live for another day.” Vincent warned.
“Not after a blood bath Vincent.” Denzel challenged him.
But Vincent was set on saving Leila. The pool of blood around her kept spreading, he had to get her.
“Kyle, Therese, you know what to do.”
He shifted and jumped over the enemy then landed on Leila’s side. His body served as a cover to protect her.
Denzel shifted back to his wolf self and rushed towards him. He took a combat stance and waited for Denzel and attacked before the black wolf could fully land on top of him. The two wolves bit each other and rolled in the sand, clawing and kicking.
The white beach was stained with spots of blood as the fight continued on. Kyle and Therese’s team were biting and clawing the other two wolves and in no less than five minutes, their two heads rolled over the sand.
Therese and Kyle, along with the other wolves shifted back to their human form, and she rushed to where Leila was.
“Vincent!” She cried out to him.
Leila’s skin was cold and she was turning gray. The bleeding still continued and she was at the brink of death.
Vincent stepped away from Denzel’s bleeding body after hearing Therese. And he saw what was causing her to panic.
“Leila.” He whispered her name hoping her eyes would miraculously open and look at him.
“You’re not going anywhere leech!” Denzel yelled before shifting back into a wolf.
He dashed forward and clawed Vincent’s back. He pushed his paws further into his flesh which made the other wolf growl in pain. He then drew his other paw to severe his head but was pulled away. Kyle kicked him hard on the face.
Vincent turned human and fell on the ground, blood spurted out from his back wound. His breathing went heavy making it hard for him to walk. He got wounded pretty badly and the healing process was taking time. Frustration filled his heart as he glanced up and saw Leila slipping
away.
“No...” He murmured in despair.
“Vincent, Denzel is unconscious.” Kyle said while he was helping him up.
His wounds were partly healed but he was still bleeding. Kyle had to drag him to where Leila was. He dropped to his knees and cuddled her frail body. He leaned down to kiss her but her lips were as cold as ice and his energy couldn’t touch her. Her body didn’t accept his life force which only meant she was far beyond whatever he could give her.
“Leila, baby. No!”
He kissed her again and again but nothing happened.
“You can’t do this. Leila, sweetie. Wake up.”
He tried again.
“Please, baby.” Vincent cried out her name as he buried his face on her bloody neck.
“Vincent..” Kyle squeezed his shoulder.
He shook his head. No! He refused to let her go. Not in this lifetime and the next. She will live and he would see to it that she would.
And so with the last straw of hope and his promise to keep her safe, Vincent bit his arm and made her drink his blood. Then he started chanting.
“Oklaham Akyahum.”
He kept repeating the chant until a loud thunder roared in the sky. He smiled weakly and relaxed, though he kept her close to him. His wounds had already healed, the torn bloody shirt on him was the only trace left from the fight.
Minutes later, Leila coughed out some blood as the color in her face returned, and her body started to warm up a bit. Then she opened her eyes and looked at him with worry. That was all he needed before he kissed her lovingly.
Vincent carried her back to the house and allowed her to rest in his room. He kissed her again before giving her time to rest. Therese was waiting for him when he came out.
“What was that spell Vincent?” There was conviction in her tone.
“It was meant to save her life.” He answered and walked pass her.
Therese grabbed his arm to stop him.
“No spell could save her Vincent. She was dead.”
“Her heart was still beating, Therese. Faint but alive.” He answered coldly.
“What did you do?”
“I did what I could to save her.”
He left and walked towards the wine room. He needed a drink. Time went by as he gulped down every glass right after refilling it. And when he had his fill, a bit light-headed but sober, he stood up walked towards his room.
Leila was asleep when he came in. Her soft breathing filled his ears with delight. Everything he did was worth it seeing how peacefully she was sleeping. He sat beside her and raised his hand to caress her face. The warmth of her skin tingled his fingers.
She stirred a bit but stayed asleep. She was so beautiful he couldn’t help but lean down to give her a chaste kiss. She moan ever so softly against his lips and this pushed him to deepen it.
Leila slowly reached for him to kissed him back. As the kiss heat up, she felt his hand caressing her side then up to her belly. It tickled and she moaned in pleasure.
His lips left hers to trace the curves of her neck. His lips were warm leaving moist tingles on her skin. He explored every side of her skin leaving Leila breathless, wanting for more. He kissed her lips again before moving down to her stomach.
He pulled up her top to nibble on her skin. The soft bites his pearly white teeth made left pinkish marks on her belly. She had to grasp when he played with her belly button using his tongue. Butterflies fluttered endlessly inside her as the new blissful sensation reared her to arched her body.
She pushed her hip upward to beg him for more but a sudden jolt of pain made her cry.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Vincent was quick and was now seated next to her.
“No. Not you. My back suddenly hurt a bit.” She winced when her slight movement caused so much pain.
“I’m sorry. I should have waited.”
“I’m not... So don’t be.” She smiled at him.
“Alright.” He smiled back.
Vincent helped her settle back in the bed before lying beside her. He wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and closed his eyes.
A few minutes later, Leila was soundly asleep beside him but he couldn’t do the same. He remembered the worry on Therese’s face and he understood her perfectly.
He was a future Alpha and a trainee Spellcaster under his mother’s supervision. But he wasn’t trained to cast a powerful and forbidden spell. And he knew that someday, he would pay for breaking the rules, either with someone’s life or his own.
THE END
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TAMING THE BEAST
Every day, she awoke to the smell of young leaves moist with the morning dew, the earthly scent of freshly cut woods and the cool vapors from the freshest spring. Nature was her best friend and her soulmate. The training camp was a site to see.
Mia Evans - a red-haired woman with chocolate brown eyes and a petite frame, had a rough start at the training camp. Two years ago, after she gave up college and pursued her passion for hand-to-hand combat and close-range weaponry, she was scouted to impart her skills to a group of young boys. She was offered her own cottage complete with modern amenities and her personal needs would be provided, plus many more. It was a chance she could not allow to pass.
But what was supposed to be a group of young boys turned out to be young men with strong bodies and uncontrolled tempers. The site bewildered her, however she was not one to back off easily. She took it as a challenge and two years after, every new batch of trainees remained a challenge.
Today was no different. A new batch of hot-tempered little wolves had arrived last night and she was told the group were quite difficult to handle. She smiled after reading the list and placed it on her table. Indeed, she had found some interesting characters who would definitely question her authority.
After putting on her suit, a black turtle neck sweatshirt, leather jacket, stretchable jeans and hi-cut navy boots; she came out of her cottage. It was still dark outside since and the first glimpse of sunrise had not graced the camp yet, but it was already 5am and breakfast will be served in 30 minutes. She purposely rose early because she wanted to see who the future rule breakers would be.
She walked passed the row of cabins for the trainees and went straight to the dining hall. It was a good 10-minute walk which gave a moment to appreciate the beauty of the greenery surrounding the camp. Tall tress served as the gates, while a huge stretch of land with fertile soil was where all the cabins and cottages where built with wood. The training grounds was located fifty meters below on a different plane.
The mess hall was empty except for the kitchen crew and a few number of the wolf guards. She took her usual inspection routine and when she found no hidden threat or unusual activities, she proceeded to the Commander’s office.
The Commander had long, braided gray hair. He was a big man who can be intimidating most of the time, but he was a just leader. Mia admired him for his sense of leadership. He was seated behind his table and smiled when she came in. A folder neatly placed on the center of the table peaked up her curiosity.
“New training module.” He patted the folder before pushing it near her.
“And so I heard this batch is special. Too many wild dogs?” She raised her brows.
The Commander eyed her for a moment while playing with his pen. He then stood up and walked around the table.
“Not the batch, but a certain wild dog.” He answered while he stood by the window.
“What about him?”
“He is young and went astray before his father had finally pinned him down with a deal.” His shoulders sagged a bit and there was a hint of worry on his tone.
“He must be a very interesting character. And a rule breaker, I suppose.” Mia knew the boy, whoever it was, wasn’t just a normal trainee. He must have some political status.
“I had always hope he was a rule breaker so I can personally mandate his punishment. But he had never done so.” There
was a hint of fondness in the way he spoke of the trainee. “He is good at bending rules to his advantage and favor, thus he always gets away without punishment.”
Now, Mia understood why the new recruit was being treated “special”. A bender, huh?
“I’d like you to personally watch over him, supervise his training and make sure he wouldn’t find a single reason to bail out. Do you understand, Mia?” He was dead serious when he turned around.
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