Chapter 6

"We promise we won't hurt you," one of the two said as he approached me.

"We're just trying to be a gentleman in offering a short and sweet lady like you a ride instead of making you walk alone in the dark. Who knows what can happen to you along the way?"

"I'm fine," I spoke promptly.

The two tried to grab me, and I ran out of my heels and into the dark wood.

They chased after me.

Clumsily, I trip over the root of a tree, falling onto my knees.

I spun around onto the ground, screaming and kicking their hands away as they stretched toward me.

Strangely, they halted and began to slowly step back away from me. As they did, their widened eyes were kept straight behind me. Their faces are so pale they're almost white under the moonlight.

To see what the cause of their frightening action was, I tilted my head backwards, and I was stunned to see a wolf the size of a moose standing behind me. His glowing golden eyes reminded me of the first time I'd seen the sun.

I should have been as terrified as the two men, but when the beast's eyes shift towards me, the look in his eyes reminds me of someone I knew--someone who saved me from a falling sign.

Turning his head back to the men, the beast made a deep, guttural sound, a growl ten times louder and more aggressive than a dog. It sent shivers down my spine and made the hair rise along my skin.

The men cried out, and I averted my head back to see one wetting his trousers.

As they ran for their lives, the gigantic wolf leaped over me, chasing them. I felt the earth quake as his feet landed on the ground.

The gigantic wolf was so fast that it had caught up with the two men in no time.

As it was about to rip one head off.

"No, please don't!" I immediately rose to my feet to shout.

Though the drunkards wanted to hurt me, I couldn't just stand there and watch them be ripped apart like a teddy bear. It would be cruel to me.

I'm surprised the wolf listened to me.

From behind, I watched it as it looked at the two men escape as if it regretted its action of listening to me.

The creature then slowly turned around and walked past me, heading further into the woods.

I followed him.

Pausing under a tree, I watched as he made his way towards a cliff and halted near the edge of it.

The moon shone brightly down on its body, allowing me to see its dark and light grey fur with tints of black and brown clearly.

As if I were under a spell by its beauty, I felt myself slowly creeping toward it and stopped close to its side.

Unable to fight the urge to touch its fur, I reached out a hand to touch it, but when I did, his body morphed so fast that I was stunned to see his arm holding mine, now naked.

Even in his human form, he still avoids looking at me, despite our closeness. I was used to it; after all, I dwell in a house with a mother who can't even stand to see the face of her own daughter.

I noticed my arm held from his face in his long and strong arm, so tiny, fragile, and unmatched for every single part of his beautiful body.

And I felt my love for him torturing, for he was too perfect for me.

"Now that you have seen what I am, I can't let you live?" He said, his voice infused with pain and anger, as if loathing what he would do next.

I should have felt more fear than the men who fled, from his threatening words; instead, I admire his face gleaming under the moonlight. He was a glorious sight to look at.

I moved my hand from his.

"You won't kill me, because I trust that you won't after you've saved me not once but twice tonight," I said.

His face made in anger, "My kind kill your kind not only for knowing of our existence but because we are feral and wild. It is our nature to kill anything that crosses our path in our most dangerous form," grimly he said, and his dark eyes started to glow into his beast form.

"You're not like your kind; you're different. That's why I feel safe around you." I put my arms around him, closing my eyes at his warmth.

"I will carry your secret to my grave, for I love you, Connor," I confessed my love for him, even though I knew he would never love a nobody like me.

I couldn't continue to suppress my feelings for him any longer; they were too strong for me to contain, and like a volcano, they erupted from my body.

His large arm held my tiny shoulder, prying me away from his addicting warm body as if loathing my body against his, and I felt an awful feeling in my stomach, not ready for his rejection. As I remember, he cold-heartedly turned down every girl who had also confessed their affection for him.

"You're not only the most clumsy and awkward human I've ever crossed paths with, but also the most imprudent." He said this while pulling my body back towards him for a hug.

I was stunned at his comment and action as he held me in his arms.

"That poem I wrote was about you," he then said.

Immediately, I lifted my head to his body, towering above me.

"I am too deeply in love with you, clumsy. I have felt this way ever since I walked through the school hallway and saw you standing by your locker," he confessed his feelings for me.

I felt my cheek reddening, and I was sure it was redder than the blood running through my veins as he looked down on me as a giant looking at a little being.

I also remember seeing his face for the first time. It was like a light brightening my dark world.

And he surely did tonight, no longer making me feel unloved.

I began to cry.

"Why do you cry?" he asked as both of his hands went from around me, cupping my face.

His thumbs gently wiped away my tears.

"It is the first time someone had ever told me that they loved me," my eyes sadly lowered from his face.

"I'm glad I'm the first," he said, and my eyes immediately went back to his face.

While we stood there gazing into each other's eyes, I never thought I'd seen someone more beautiful than the moon.