Chapter 4 - A Lady In My Home

Milton’s P.O.V

She slept silently like an angel. Peaceful and beautiful as she regained her strength from the toil of last night.

I stared at her, unsure of what to do while she slept on my bed, and with no idea of what to do when she finally woke from her slumber.

The scent of her body differed from that of the rogues that attacked her. It seemed she was cast out of her home.

Robert was against bringing her into our pack. He said she was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, but I didn't care for his opinion.

She wasn't mated. I could sense it, and maybe that would explain why I felt drawn to her. She was lucky that I had gone hunting last night, otherwise she would have been dead.

“Why are you staring at me?”

The voice I heard awoke me from my thoughts as I stared at the lady before me. She was awake, and I had not noticed it until she had spoken up.

I was uncertain of how long she must have been awake, but one thing was clear, and that was the fact that she caught me looking at her like a hungry pervert.

“I can see that you’re awake. I feared you wouldn’t regain your consciousness.” I changed the subject swiftly.

She sat up on the bed and placed her right hand above her head. Her memories would still be a little jumbled, and I knew it was best I said nothing about what happened.

I wanted her to realize on her own how she had almost lost her life at the hands of rogues who seemed interested in her.

“Where am I?” she asked.

I stared at her, thinking of the right answer to give to her. She looked around the room and after a moment; I was hoping to hear her ask why she was in my bedroom, why she lay on my bed? Why had she had a change of clothes and even who had helped her change while she was unconscious? But she didn’t. She failed to notice these little differences but could tell that she was in an unfamiliar room.

“You’re safe, but I can't guarantee for how long.” I answered.

She didn't seem pleased with my response, and for someone still meant to be recovering from her injuries, she stood to her feet and stared down at me. Her beautiful brown eyes turned red as I looked deeper into them.

“Who are you?” I asked her, not threatened by her bold stance.

Adam walked into the room after barely knocking on the door and getting a go ahead from me. He held a pendant which we found on her in his hand and it was glowing brightly.

“It’s been that way since we kept it in your office. I figured it would stop if we brought it back to its owner,” said Adam.

“First, my name is Daciana and I don’t like the both of you anymore.” She walked up to Adam and took the pendant from his hands.

She wore it around her neck, and after a while, it slowly stopped glowing. I did not know what had just happened before my eyes, but I certainly wanted to learn more about her wing shaped pendant.

“Wolf, that’s your name?” I asked.

She stared at me on the fence about what I just said and I concluded she didn't know the true meaning of her name.

Beautiful and yet simple, it was a name only given to female werewolves believed to have a special purpose in their life that they must accomplish.

“Daciana, it means wolf. You don’t know the true meaning of your name? Do you even know the name of your pack?” I questioned, more or less annoyed by her nonchalant attitude.

She didn’t say a word to me. Her hands slowly caressing the pendant she wore around her neck, her face void of a smile was threatening and adorable to me all at the same time. There was something about her I didn't understand. It was bewitching.

“Who are you?” she questioned.

There was a loud bang outside the house and Robert ran into the room, panting furiously and his face filled with terror.

That look hadn’t been on his face since the day his parents passed away, and I could tell that it only meant that things weren’t as they should be.

“He’s here,” Robert declared.

I stared at Daciana and noticed she was uneasy. She didn’t want to show it, but I could feel it. She didn't feel safe in our midst, but surely she must have known to remain here than to find out whatever awaited outside the house.

I turned my back to leave the room after Adam and Robert had departed, but a hand pulled me back; her soft warm hand and her touch said more than her lips had spoken since she awoke from her slumber.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a hug, a gesture we both found weird, but somehow, she seemed to enjoy it.

I felt her heart thudding like one who had just escaped from the vicious claws of death, and I felt remorseful about whatever she must have gone through.

“Thank you for saving me,” she whispered into my ear, and a smile found its way to my face.

“Didn’t your parents warn you about hugging strangers?” I asked, as my smile quickly disappeared.

She let go and stared hard at my face, doing her best to read my emotions but failing and simply falling to the bed in a show of defeat.

“I still have my doubts about you, so don’t think you’re off the hook. You still owe me an explanation of why you were being chased down by rogues.”

I turned my back to her and walked out of the bedroom. If Robert was right about what he said, then the rogue who attacked her was here in my pack looking for her, despite my warning to him.

I found him standing outside the door of my house. His crooked smile made me angry, but I stayed calm and remained determined to deal with whatever the situation was.

He came alone, and that made things better for me. I assumed he came peacefully, but when I saw the bodies lying on the floor, I understood he helped himself to beat up my best guards to announce his presence.

“Hand the killer over, Milton, and I won’t have to destroy the rest of your precious city,” he warned.

I scuffed, and in a moment too soon, my hands were on his neck, squeezing the life out of his air lungs as he battled to get some air and free himself from my grip.

“As a rogue, you have no right to come to my home and make demands, Landon. I do not care whatever feud you have with her, but as long as she is under my roof and in my pack, you have no right to lay a hand on her, and I never want to see you in my pack ever again.”

I was unaware of the fact that I had lifted him from the ground and was nearly seconds away from killing him.

I let go of his neck and he fell to the ground. Getting up to his feet and avoiding any show of weakness, he gave me one last cold stare before walking away.

Robert stood by my right hand, and Adam stood by my left. Whenever people saw us this way, they believed I gained my confidence and boldness by having them around, but the reverse was the case.

“We can’t trust her,” Robert declared as we stepped back into the house. “Landon just called her a killer, and only the heavens know who she could have killed,” he added.

“Landon has no right to meddle in the affairs of my pack and his accusations will have no effect on my judgment of other people,” I roared, loud enough to silence Robert.

I went back into my bedroom, my mind made up to find out what connection Daciana and Landon had with each other and why he called her a killer.

My bedroom was empty, the bed had been laid and the clothes which she wore neatly folded on the bed. She must have changed into something more appealing to her body, but the open window in the bedroom left only one thought in my head as both Adam and Robert stared at the empty room with me.

“She’s gone.”