After fainting again. Iyya woke up for the second time again. This time she woke up to the sounds of Park Rangers communicating.
Not to her expectations and weirdly enough. The animal had not killed her.
She was still being held in the same position by the gigantic wolf on its chest.
How?! And why?! Animals do not serve their meals. What was the wolf waiting for?
Out of instinct, she crouched into a defensive position. Putting up the last fight left in her.
Pushing her nails and feathers into the wolf's fur to pinch its skin. She was trying to free herself in the only way she saw how.
But it was all useless. The animal didn't budge. It's like it didn't feel pain.
She believed her time was up and the wolf would sink its claws and tear her apart any moment now; there was nothing more she could do, so she went limp waiting.
But weirdly, the wolf looked at Iyya with a quick eye that warned her of what was happening.
Like a human would.
She turned her head to scan the area. She was faced with a Park Ranger holding the wolf at gunpoint about five meters away.
'What was going on?' Iyya's mind wandered, and she got more scared. There was more danger now in front of her. The probability of dying was rising more.
She was about to turn into a meal or die by a gunshot. Either way, she dies.
The Park Ranger spoke through a microphone placed just above his right shoulder on a loudspeaker. “Hello control room.”
“Control room copy, ninini tatizo?” -roughly translated to. What is the status? Iyya understood the language he was using. He was speaking Swahili. Iyya's native language.
He continued to speak in Swahili as he said. “There has been a massive killing of about twenty wolves or more by a new huge wolf that is not in our database, and this wolf might have killed the new tourist.”
This wolf killed a tourist?! That was bad. Terrible.
The Park Ranger talked too fast and didn't even take a breath in between, as his main concentration was on the wolf in front of him.
The Park Ranger also asked for backup because even with the gun pointed at the wolf holding her, he couldn't survive if the wolf launched at him.
The Park Ranger was strong and selfless. He looked into the eyes of the wolf with no sign of fear. Which meant he was far more dangerous without a weakness of fear.
Iyya continued to study the environment she was in. It made little sense to her.
Because the dangerous wolf was acting so opposite to its nature towards her. It continued to hold on to her like a mother would instead of tearing her apart.
Any animal in this wolf's situation would act on its instincts as fast as it could, but this wolf, she wondered, acted the same way she would; it acted like a human trapped in an animal's body.
She understood the frustrations and felt bad reading about the scenario.
More to Iyya's surprise. She felt as if the wolf was trying to communicate with the Park Ranger, trying to plead with him. But the language barrier wouldn't let them agree.
Iyya heard Park Ranger's car sirens coming from afar.
She tried to turn and see what was happening. In the corner of her eye, another Park Ranger had joined the battle right behind where they stood. And with the sirens anytime now, they would be surrounded.
The second Park Ranger was just in front of the twenty wolves believed to have been killed by this wolf. And one among the dead wolves on top of the tree hanging limp was the first wolf that tried to kill her.
The wolf holding her saved her. That felt good, but she questioned herself again.
Did it truly save her to free her, or was it saving her so as to kill her later? That hit scared all over her skin.
She turned her eyes back to the first Park Ranger holding the wolf at gunpoint.
And was reminded that around the Serengeti, it is a well-known fact about what they do to lions that eat humans in the park.
They never live to see another day, because if the lion has tasted human blood, they are considered to always go after humans all over again.
Not only lions, but also the laws in Serengeti, which she was familiar with, were not on this wolf's side. The park rangers were allowed to shoot and kill on-site when a dangerous animal got closer to the humans or tried to attack them.
Iyya wasn't sure if this wolf had killed the tourist that they were talking about, but it was covered in blood.
And it had killed so many wolves brutally. It was not a human, and that is what wild animals do.
Wild animals do not think about killing like humans. They kill for food and to survive. That is their nature.
The fate of this wolf was as good as that of the lion that killed a human. It was to be shot down to its death.
The wolf was going to die.
From the conversation the park rangers had, she wasn't the target.
She was in the wrong place. Right in the middle of a crossfire.
But deep down, she also felt obligated to somehow try to save the wolf. The wolf had done the same for her. Killed the other wolf that had tried to kill her first. What if she helped the wolf? And it killed her later.
At the moment it did not matter anymore. From the scenarios she had been through in the few hours around here, she was as good as dead in this park. And her late mother taught her that the debt of life is paid by life.
‘You repay the good and never repay the bad.’ Her exact words pushed into Iyya’s mind. She pushed through her mind looking for ideas of a way to distract the Park Ranger and set the wolf free.
Risking her life as a sign of gratitude wasn't a bad idea at that moment.
The second Ranger behind them, who was about twenty meters from the dead wolves, was slowly approaching them and stopped after the wolf made a reflex of throwing Iyya on its back.
It's as if it could sense the movement of the second Ranger although the Ranger tried so much not to make any noise from his movement. Iyya jumped off the wolf's back, flying with her wings wide, flew at high speed, and hit the first Park Ranger by surprise, putting him off guard and throwing him to the ground.
The second Ranger ran towards the first Ranger to help him off the ground. And Iyya was standing, dazzled, and scared by what she had done.
The scare in the wolf's posture made her eyes travel, with the wolf's eyes as they both watched to their right-hand side and they both saw the dust that was rising high due to the Park Ranger's cars rushing and heading toward them.
With no gesture to warn Iyya, the wolf picked Iyya up off the ground, threw her on its back again, and ran to the left side, away from everyone at a supernatural speed.
Even before Iyya could balance herself well on the back of the wolf, they were miles away. Iyya struggled so much to balance herself on its back due to the high speed it was running and that resulted in her only way out, and that is digging her claws into its fur to balance herself.
When she could balance herself, she realized it was all for nothing because right then.
The gunshot started. It was like a rain-shower of bullets coming from above. It was as if the clouds were mad at them and rained bullets on their way.
She chose the wrong side.
At the view of what was happening, Iyya questioned herself about why she was stupid enough to make this choice of siding with a wild animal. Forgetting she was all ready to die a few minutes earlier. Deep in her mind, somewhere and somehow, after she woke up and was still alive, held protectively in the wolf's hands, she had started to trust this wild wolf. Which was weird even for her. She was always scared of wild animals. To be in this scenario made no sense. But nothing made sense in her life, anyway. It was the only rope she could hold on to right now. She still adamantly hesitated in her mind. It was impossible to trust anyone again. She had promised herself not to entertain these kinds of feelings after her stepmom. Being lost in her mind, she almost lost a bit of her balance on the wolf. And reality hit her again. After a bullet almost hit her in the neck. Iyya as usual, involuntarily started to recite her survival words. It was like a ritual to call for help in her head t
The on-repeat dream of the last conversation she had with her late mother made it hard for Iyya to keep asleep. Iyya was up already. And the day had finally ended, and it was now nighttime, and she did not want to close her eyes anymore. The last conversation she had with her late mother was going to come back again in her sleep. It scared her so much. She thought it was way better to stay awake than to sleep again. She was up looking at the sky. Mesmerized by the midnight sky, with the wolf sound asleep beside her. Suddenly, she heard movements. Looking to the side. She then saw torch lights moving closer and coming in their way. The Park Rangers had found them. With fear clouding her, she pinched the wolf through its fur using her claws. To wake the wolf up. Just what she expected from this wolf. That she now knew to be as much a human as she was. When the wolf shot, its eyes opened. Looking straight at the torchlight, moving closer. The wolf hurriedly picked her up. Put her b
Iyya pushed away the memory of the last conversation she had with her mother. It was not doing her any good at the moment. And she put all her concentration on a one-in-a-million opportunity that had presented itself to her. On second thought, maybe she shouldn't have done that. The human in front of Iyya was fully naked and blessed. When Iyya realized she was checking him out, she shifted her eyes away as quickly as possible. Embarrassed that she was brushing inside, his body looked so perfect, like he worked out every day, with ripped muscles, and a bit of hair all over his body. His face was covered with a good-looking beard around his pointed jawline. Then there were those red-ripped lips that hunted Iyya's mind. Even after Iyya had shifted her gaze away. If she wasn't Iyya, a woman in peacock form, she would be on the run for her life because this wasn't normal. Iyya raised her eyes again to meet his eyes. She needed to know if he still wanted to save her as he had done or i
Three days after..... Iyya sat on the beautiful, well-furnished table, with a clear view of the cabin beach and the beautiful garden in front, with her beautiful man sitting beside her. She had dissolved all her worries about this man. He had no superpowers. She had slept awake the first and second nights to see if there was anything different about him. Or if he had any plans of harming her, like her overthinking mind kept pumping her to believe, but he was just another human privileged to be born rich. A few minutes after his transformation into a human in the Serengeti, the sirens and convoys of cars and private jets that came to his rescue were beyond any less fortunate man's doing. He had access to so much money. This was not hassle money. This was old money. A lot of money. Iyya had been in constant private jets and presidential-like convoys since they left Serengeti with her human, who she now knows is addressed as ‘ Xendy.' This human was a billionaire, and he held too m
A knock at the door. And Xendy opened the door. “Alpha.” Alpha Billnas saluted Xendy shaking his hands and Xendy allowing him entry into the room. “I have prepared a private jet for you as per your instructions. At what time would you want to depart for America?” “I am just finishing up… we leave in thirty minutes…. I am so sorry about what happened to your cabin. I didn't mean to break the wall.” Xendy spoke curtly as he walked deeper into his room. Xendy's mind was still disturbed by Joshua's call from the morning. Joshua is his second in command. His beta and the only person in his pack, he would trust him with his life. They have been best friends forever, and he has been there with him in all his struggles. He had a way of putting himself in Joshua's shoes whenever Joshua was worried. Before he left the Pack for Zanzibar. The Pack was out of control. It must have gotten worse. With a sad face, he concluded. Aunt Naina was the remaining council member who supported him. She
It did not take long for Alpha Billnas to put the security details in place. After they put together the security details. Xendy and Billnas walked out of the room together. A few steps from the hotel, Xendy's gut feeling felt off. Same scenario and feelings, like the time he found his mother dying after Trajan had stubbed her to death. His gut told him something was wrong. He stopped and walked back to the room and saw his bird sitting still. He walked outside and saw the two security guards standing at the door, paused for a moment, and told himself off. “Is everything okay?” He heard Billnas's voice from behind his back. “Yes. Let's hurry. I need to be back as soon as possible. I don't think I can stay away from my mate for too long.” Alpha Billnas nodded, and they walked out. He felt even worse with each step he took on his way to Alpha Billnas Pack's house. And he hated himself for allowing this. Maybe he should have brought her along. Back in his room. Iyya waited uncomfort
Xendy on his way to Alpha Billnas Pack kept telling himself that nothing would happen. It was just ten minutes max, and he would be back and would sit beside his mate within no time. Every mile he crossed away from his mate, he could feel a loss. Both in his power and his alpha aura. And his wolf was out seeking their mate. What was happening in his body scared him. It reminded him of the time before he met his mate. It reminded him of how weak he could not be of help to himself and his pack members, who needed him to stand for them. Turning around to look at Alpha Billnas's excited face broke his heart. He was just like his pack members, and he needed to show up for him. Canceling was no longer an option. He pushed Yendy in the back of his head. And tried his level best to survive the feeling. When he arrived, it was more of a royal meeting than a five-minute meet and greet, with thousands of pack members in attendance excited to meet him for the first time. Their smiles were so
Tears prickled Xendy's eyes. He forced his mouth shut after a dangerous growl as he accidentally scared the bird and made it turn to face him. His hands were shaking. It might be a gunshot wound. She is wounded. He thought. Xendy tore his shirt and went running for the bird's stomach. His mind was going crazy. The pain he felt through the mate bond was too much. When he got closer, and searched. There was no wound in the stomach. But there was so much blood around her. He started scrolling through her feathers in a rush. Searching for the wounds. Before the bird lost more blood, he had to locate the source and close it. He wasn't letting his mate die on his watch. He was not failing his mate too, like he did to his people. “I am so sorry I shouldn't have left you on your own,” he said the words with tears threatening his eyes. He picked the bird up bridal style and walked to the door of the bathroom. To wash the feathers and try to find the source of the wound, bleeding the bird