The Prisoner

The pinning pressure of the monster laid off her shoulders, but Aerona did not still think it safe to open her eyes.

“Stand up witch,”

Her eyes shot open then. She knew that voice, even though she only heard it for a short time, she could recognize that voice anywhere, anytime. Sure enough it was him, and the monstrous wolf had disappeared.

“Zayn,” She stood up immediately, and almost hugged him for that fact the she had just survived the monster that was attacking her. Then she remembered, it was Zayn that brought the monster, it was he who attacked her home, and instead of a warm hug, a hard slap landed straight on his face.

“How dare you!” She wanted to slap him again, but he entrapped her hands, holding both her wrist tightly with just one if his hand.

“You should be grateful that you are still alive,” Zayn’s coldness had returned, with full force. This was not the man she had fallen for, this was not the one she was hoping to marry.

Mother was right, wolves are cunning and