Chapter 3

Leslie POV

    Call her a witch, call her a ghost. A strange being brushed against us amid the fight and I fell beside the girl. I rose and growled, but something stunned me, for the strange being was fighting against the Jackals. It seemed the being was a girl in red clothes, defending me.

    I thought she was the girl that helped me in her house until I looked at my side once more and saw her looking at me with a worried face. And then I looked towards the Jackals battling with this strange girl. But who was this another strange girl, who smelt of the witch, and why was she attacking the jackals on my behalf? I couldn’t tell, but I want to know.

    The two jackals jumped out of the window and dashed away, and the witch girl turned to me. She smiled; her smile was like a ripped orange juice. And then, like a ghost, a cloud of circles covered her, and she disappeared.

    I shifted back into human form and collapsed on the floor. The girl that was once afraid of me darted to me, dropped her knife, and pulled me up to a chair. I don’t know what happened after that, but I woke again on the chair. I heard the girl making a phone call, and she dropped it when she saw me awake.

    “You called the police?” I asked.

    She walked to me in her new blue gown which review more of her pretty. “Mr. Lawrence calls me. Between, I want to know why the jackals were fighting the air after you fell.”

    A confusion stayed on my face for a while, and then a tiny voice of my wolf spoke to my mind, “she can’t see the witch, only the shifters and superhuman beings can see her.” And then I dropped my confusion off my face, looked into her eyes, and said, “you shouldn’t know this.”

    “Why, Leslie?” she asked

    “How do you know my name?”

    “You shouldn’t know this, too,” she said, looking away.

    “It sounds like revenge.”

    “I don’t care. And by the way,” she brought a jar and cup of tea before me. “You can call me Anna.”

    “I don’t ask about your name, I asked how did you know my name.” I ignore her cup of tea.

    “Let forget about everything then,” she said and dropped the cup when someone knock at the door.

    After a minute of silence, we went into the sitting room to know who was knocking on the door.

    I looked at Anna. “Maybe I should hide, they might be jackals.”

    “Jackals don’t have respect to knock. They would rather jump in through the window.” She motioned me to stay when the knock came louder and stronger. Not long after she opened the door, a tiny voice of a girl drifts to my ear, which cools my mind. And I feel the Anna felt relieved too.

    “Hello, I’m Anna. How may I help you?”

    There is silence for a while before the visitor speaks. “I’m Lucy, a new student in this college.”

    “Oh,” Anna said and hugged her. “Had been waiting for you since Professor Lawrence told me you would live here.”

    My wolf pushed me into the vaster sky of joy the moment I set my eyes on Lucy. And the emotions that tell me she was my mate stunned me. And something stunned me again. Her face resembled the witch’s face.

    Lucy greeted me with her alluring voice, which thrilled my wolf more. And then stopped to point her fingers towards me saying, “your arm is bleeding.”

    “Oh, dear.” Anna hurried here, and a cloud of fear possessed her face, but it abated when she saw it was just a slight wound.

    “What happened to him?” Lucy asked

    “He fell on a glass in my room,” Anna said

    Lucy raised her eyebrows. “In your room?”

    I perceived Anna realized she had said too much, and to bail her out I said, “I chased a rat to her room and fell. I don’t know I had a cut until now.”

    “Oh, I see,” Lucy said, “are you living here, too?”

    What was she thinking? I asked myself and I allow a long awkward moment passed through the oasis sitting room.

    “We need to stop this blood.” Anna’s uneasy voice broke the awkward silence, and she rushed inside.

    Here, I perceived Anna rushed in for a purpose. She didn’t want Lucy to know that I was a wolf, because the blood might stop and the wounds might heal by itself soonest since it was just a cut. I covered the wound when I felt it would soon heal, and disguised my face as if I was feeling hell out of it.

    “Oh sorry,” Lucy said as she drop her bag near me, and she smelt like a human being. Oh no, human being? How could my mate be a human being? I wore a countenance of confusion because her face resembled the face of the witch that fights the jackals. How could this be? I waited for my wolf to say something, but nothing came. Lucy looked at me, and said, “hope you’re alright?”

    “Oh, yeah.” I have already gone into my head. “You can have your seat.”

    As she sat near me, I remember that my father once told me that mates can hear each other voices in their minds, and he had taught me how to do it without stress. And so now, I want to try it, to know the truth behind my wolf's happiness. I closed my mind and imagined a door open before me and then I speak, “Hello, my beautiful girl.”

    Lucy startled, as if she a scorpion stung her. She looked at me and her uneasy grew out of her face.

    “What happened to you?” I asked.

    Her smiles dropped a calmness like a great peace in the sky. “Nothing, sorry about your wounds.”

    “It is nothing much,” I said, smiling, and then felt that my wolf jumped into the pool of joy because I realized the truth. This startled me, too. Does it mean she hears my voice in her mind? I closed my eyes, imagined the door opened once more, and then speaks again, “Hello, my beautiful girl, how was your journey?”

    She looked at me, a grimace showing on her face. A grimace of fear. But she hides it with her smiles as Anna walked in.

    “Oh my god, the blood has stopped already,” Anna said, and she wrapped my wounds with her handkerchief.

    Lucy stood, and look at Anna. “Please, can you show me my room?”

    “Sure,” Anna said and walked in with Lucy.

    A breeze darted to my face as I raised my eyebrow, but I didn’t blink, and then I pressed my hand to my mouth. She is my mate. My wolf's happiness is genuine. I felt the instinct to run after Lucy and told her she was my mate, but won’t she scare me? And then, how can a werewolf marry a human being? I felt impatient as a lot of questions runs through my mind. I need to find a phone to call my father, who was also my Alpha. Swiftly, I rose and hurried out before Anna could come back.