Savior

How it feels to witness your life draining in a way you never expected, never dreamed of? What would be the last thing in your mind when you realize that this is it, there’s not a second more left? What is the extent of dread you endure when you could hear your killer coming towards you slowly, increasing your agony with his each step?

Charlotte was feeling all of the above with her life hanging by a thread. She closed her eyes shut as the beasts approached her, feeling sorry for herself. She was so weak that she couldn’t survived six months without her father, how much ashamed he must be in the heaven?

Her breathing was getting shallow and her mind drowning into darkness, waiting for a big sharp claw to end her life. Anticipation was worse than real deal, she begged in her heart for easy, swift death.

Instead, her sensitive nose itched at the most powerful scent of warm blood, the scent she never encountered before. Surprisingly, life saving warm liquid was poured in to Charlotte's mouth, her fangs extended and she grabbed the source of it, drinking desperately.

Her savior didn’t mind her sudden shift of lifeless body to a hungry predator and even let her quench her thirst. Crimson blood was sweet and refreshing, something she never tasted before. She took a break to catch her breath, keeping that hand in her mouth. It was fun to suck strong essence from hard callous palm, she rubbed her tongue on the wound greedily.

“If you are done, release my hand.”

Her savior said respectfully, showing great patience. Charlotte did not leave his hand and looked up to see the one Goddess sent for her rescue.

The stranger was a young man seated beside her, his appearance was also unique just like his blood. White shoulder length straight hair, sharp jaw line, thin lips and his eyes: Silver eyes with black slits was a deadly combination, totally captivating. Their eyes met and Charlotte felt a jolt of electricity across her body. It was mainly due to his intense unfriendly gaze, his handsome face was annoyed at her ogling. Not to mention his evenly toned muscular bare body, which she didn’t gather enough guts to slip past his neckline.

“Are you enjoying my hand?”

He used his eyes to gesture towards his injured hand which was still in her mouth; Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat regardless of her near death experience.

As she was her father’s princess, he taught her some rules to live in this harsh world. One of the major teaching was: there is no guarantee that your savior is a good man, in fact you should be aware of the one who helps you in danger. In future, he could be a greater problem than before.

Despite of her 20 years long educational career and repeated lessons on dealing with strangers, Charlotte’s heart was at peace. There was an unspoken trust surrounding her, she felt safe in his presence. It was like an unspoken agreement between souls that he would protect her no matter what.

Charlotte came back to her senses when he literally shook his hands to break free. It broke her trance, she immediately let him go and apologized sincerely.

“I am sorry, my savior. I was almost dried down that’s why it took me some time to reign in my thirst. Please accept my heart felt gratitude for saving my life.”

Mr. Savoir got up, then she realized that there were eight more warrior wolves standing behind him.

“What are you doing here? Who hurt you?”

His cold voice was demanding, bearing an order in his domineering tone. He was puzzled that why a vampire was there covered with claw marks in the middle of night. This aroused his curiosity and the sense of justice in his heart.

Charlotte tried to say something about this incident, but thinking that it’s not going to happen again, she replied his query with her own.

“Who are you? I just want to know your name so I can repay your kindness, my savior.”

That tall powerful man was bothered at her question, but still, he replied patiently.

“I am Alpha Eric Dietor of the Silver Moon Pack, the head of Werewolf Council. I noticed that you are injured by werewolves, tell me what happened here?”

His booming Alpha tone terrified her, she panicked at this bigger issue now. He is THE ALPHA ERIC, overachiever neighboring Alpha who is ruling over several packs with iron fist. She was aghast at this uncanny revelation.

“What is this Goddess? I asked for a savior not that Alpha who is infamous enemy of the entire vampire kind. What should I do now?”

In her extreme panic, she did something ridiculous which can be considered as mindless and stupid.

Yes! She tried to run away.

From her childhood, she always heard that werewolves were strong and best at fighting naturally. To compensate this weakness, vampires were blessed with lightening speed. Their slender legs were capable to sprint away with the speed of forty miles per hour. This credulity was the reason behind her awful escape plan.

Charlotte was confident with her pace, considering that she would be secured in the safety of her kingdom in a matter of seconds, but she was terribly wrong. Approaching steps of Alpha just behind her back shattered her castle of overconfidence.

In a flash, she was pinned against a huge tree trunk. Her arms she always considered so meaty to be grabbed by two hands were cuffed by Alpha’s one gigantic hand, her body completely immobile with the barrier of his long leg. Charlotte closed her eyes shut, dreading her mistake as the last one of her life.

Life was so prejudiced against her!