INTO HIS FIERY ARMS

‎I felt the silver blade as it cut through my bonds.

‎I looked up in confusion.

‎"What?" I suddenly found the strength to speak.

‎What was he doing?

‎He crouched down.

‎"Shush. The hunters are nearby. If you make noise, they'll hear you."

‎I was confused but I nodded my head. I stared at him intently.

‎He had a strong jaw and a criminally handsome face. But there was no doubt he was a human. That also meant he was a hunter.

‎Right?

‎He stood up.

‎"I'll be back. I need to secure the perimeter."

‎'Wait! Don't leave me here alone!' I thought, but I couldn't say the words.

‎He walked out of the cave.

‎Then there was complete silence.

‎Then everything hit me all at once.

‎The wolfsbane, the silver, the fall, the blood loss.

‎After so much, I shouldn't even be alive.

‎My eyes drooped as if my body agreed that I should be dead.

‎I struggled to maintain consciousness. What if something happened? What if the hunter came back and had his way with me when I was out cold?

‎A part of me would almost welcome the warmth. I felt a chill permeate my naked body.

‎But then the worst thought entered my mind. What if I didn't fall unconscious, but I died instead?

‎I fought the darkness with all my remaining strength. I tried to stand up, but I fell flat on the cave ground.

‎My hand went to my injured right shoulder.

‎The blood pooled on the ground.

‎I reached forward with my hand and then I blacked out.

…

‎I woke up to the bird song.

‎As my vision cleared, I brought my hand to my head.

‎I had a head ache.

‎I sat up and looked around me.

‎I was surrounded by rocky walls, and I was sitting on a straw bed.

‎'How did I get here?' I wondered.

‎Then I remembered.

‎My hand moved to my right shoulder.

‎It was covered with a bandage. And my body was covered in a long blouse and shorts.

‎I was naked when I passed out.

‎My other minor wounds were also treated, and they were covered in small bandages.

‎I felt clean. Meaning I was no longer covered in blood.

‎But my shoulder had probably been broken in the fall.

‎I tried to stand up and to my surprise I was able to. Some of my strength had returned.

‎That meant that someone had removed the silver from my body and I had passed out long enough for the wolfsbane to wear off.

‎That took at least three days.

‎But I had only been given the poison the night before my execution.

‎Had I been out for two whole days!?

‎I quickly scrambled out of the bed.

‎The hunter had abducted me. I didn't understand why he had treated my wounds, but that still meant that he had touched my naked body himself. And I had been with him for days, unconscious and helpless.

He could have done anything at all to me.

‎I looked around the cave room. There was another straw bed on the ground and there was a leather bag beside it.

‎I moved to the bag and emptied it out.

‎Two guns fell to the ground, along with a metal badge and other random items like a pen.

‎I stared at the gun for a few seconds.

‎Touching human weapons was forbidden to all wolves. We weren't meant to expose ourselves to be corrupted by evil humans.

‎But I could use the weapon.

‎My wounds had been treated, but I was still walking around with a broken shoulder. I could still remember how strong the hunter had been the night before and his sword was probably with him.

‎I could use the advantage of guns.

‎I reached down for the gun and grabbed it.

‎My skin sizzled, and I quickly dropped it with a yelp.

‎I grabbed my hand, ignoring the sharp pain in my shoulder.

‎My hand was imprinted with the marks from the gun's handle.

‎The gun was pure silver.

‎I was shocked.

‎Silver was rare, even for humans. Yet this hunter somehow had two guns made entirely of silver.

‎There was no doubt he was a hunter now.

‎But he was no ordinary hunter. And he had saved me too, for reasons that I couldn't understand.

‎‎‎A smell wafted across my nose.

‎I turned in surprise. It was food.

‎My stomach rumbled in response.

‎I had been out for a long time, and now I felt the hunger that came as a result of it.

‎I moved towards the smell but stopped in my tracks.

‎It was most probably from the hunter. Did I want to meet him just for food?

‎But then he had me alone, unconscious and naked for a long time. If he wanted to hurt me, he already had all the chances to do so.

‎I had to admit to myself that he had no intentions of doing that. At least not for now. He had gone through the trouble of treating my wounds. Surely he wouldn't let me starve to death now.

In the end, my hunger helped me decide.

I walked to the entrance of the cave. It was not very big, and it was easy to navigate, especially with the smell guiding me.

I walked out of the cave and the sunlight hit me. It was early in the morning.

The smell came from the side and there was no one in front of the cave.

I stared into the forest in front of me.

I could run. He wasn’t here to stop me and I could escape.

But where would I go?

It was insane and unbelievable, but something made me stay.

I turned around and found where he was. He was bent over a small clay pot, without a shirt. His makeshift fire stoked the soup.

Then he turned to me.

If I thought he was handsome when I saw him under the moonlight, then words couldn’t describe him now.

His eyes sparkled under the sunlight.

His well-sculpted muscles rippled as he stood up and smiled at me.

My heart tightened and something deeper within resonated with it.

As I looked into his eyes, I felt the bond-the real reason I hadn’t run.

My wolf howled and I knew.

The wolf hunter was my second chance mate.