Meeting the beast

Myra’s POV.

The wicked chill I felt earlier as my heart pounded had disappeared, and now I was surrounded by a warmth that my body craved, one into which I leaned as I wrestled my legs, swinging, and I was nestled on a warm, beating chest.

Was I being carried? I had no idea what was happening, but I felt like I was moving, yet I couldn’t open my eyes. Even when the whispers grew loud enough to sound like two people, my body seemed to be in shutdown mode, and I was unable to lift a finger to resist.

That’s what brings me back to the altered memories, which played out like a long horror movie, all the way up to the point where I was back at the accident again, but this time, instead of stopping at the moment the glass broke as it always did. It passed a limit that unlocks my memories.

I was stuck in the overturned car with my teddy bear bag, still belted to the seat, when I saw something unbelievable - feet that weren’t fully human or animal, but had hind legs. As the creature knelt under the car, it raised its ugly head and freakish eyes, revealing legs with claws, a stark and shocking sight.

I let out a scream, but my throat was constricted as I sat up from my nightmare, finding myself in an eerie, cold room that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

But I couldn’t think of anything else at that moment, as the loud alarm in my head screamed that I’d been taken and was in an unfamiliar place! I looked down to see my leg had been patched up with a torn cloth and my vest had been exchanged for a dark shirt and i was wearing nothing underneath. As someone saw me naked, I clung to it, feeling mortification spread across my face.

I tiptoed off the twin bed, walking over the wooden floorboards and praying no creaks in my steps would be heard. The door was half ajar and thrown off the hinges as I edged closer to the base of the house, where a soft light illuminates what looks like the living room. And that’s when I hear the voices,

“Are you truly sure, Draven? You’re sure your bite changed her, but that isn’t possible with your kind; it’s forbidden!” I hear a female voice hiss, sultry as honey and likely to lure you in, but I felt that it wasn’t human; they both weren’t. What have I gotten myself into? I backed away a bit, stiffened, and paused in my steps when I heard the second companion’s voice.

Something in my core shifted in his voice. “That’s why I brought her here,” he called. “I want to make sure, so we have to let her wake up and then carry on with your test.” I clasped a hand to my mouth to hold my gasp.

“So why are you pretending? Why are you acting like you don’t know she’s right behind that wall, listening to us?” The female says, her icy amusement evident in her tone, which sets my heart pounding. I backed away just as his head turned to my hiding spot.

I backed away as I slammed into a tall shelf, one I instantly pushed to the ground to block his path as I immediately lunged for the open window. As I rolled outside the house, I was shocked to see it was a cabin, which was surprising given its massive interior. Without hesitation, I sprinted across the woods, not stopping to ask questions or wonder how I could run on my wounded leg.

“No, no, No!” I whimpered, realizing there was no way in hell I was going to be used as a bloody experiment or whatever the hell they were planning! Was it just me, or were the trees passing by in a blur? What the hell? I know I’m not that fast, right? But I didn’t stop, ducking below a muddy field as I skipped over the boulders and twisted vines.

A chill went up my spine as I realized I was being followed and he was gaining on me fast. It was like he was the predator and I was the prey. Well, Jesus fucking Christ. I sprint past the wet field and into the cool grass, praying to reach safety and escape his grasp, but just as I do, a hand clamps down on my shoulders, sweeping me into a strong embrace, and we both tumble to the grass.

Although I fought to break free from the inhuman hold on my body, he was too strong. “Let me go! Help me! Someone help!” I scream.

“Will you stop moving for just one second, Myra?” His strong, ancient accent made me pause when he called my name, and I stopped wriggling, my harsh breath calming as my back lay flat on the cold grass.

He rolled me over, trapping my legs between his, and pinned my hand across my chest, holding it firmly to prevent me from escaping. When I finally looked up at him to see my captor, I’m sure my eyes were as wide as saucers.

I expected him to resemble a serial killer, with a missing eye, a patchy beard, an eye patch, and a bald head. But he looked like a Greek god instead. His icy deep green eyes locked onto mine as I memorized every detail of his face.

His lashes cast a shadow over his eyes, as well as his perfectly lined brows, chiseled jaw, and neatly trimmed beard, which extended to his midnight black hair. His shoulder-length hair swooped backward, casting a shadow over my face with its wavy cascade.

I bit my inner lips, reminding myself that this wasn’t a fairy-tale meeting but a kidnapping. “Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?”

”I’ll answer if you come to the cabin with me,” his deep voice rumbled, causing my insides to flutter. What the hell is wrong with me? I needed to get away. ”I am not going anywhere with you; you kidnapped me…” When I saw his eyes had turned a deeper scarlet red, the same color as the wolf, the words die on my lips.

My memories flashed back to the blurry transformation I saw - the black wolf shifting into a man - and everything clicked into place just as he released me, but I remained frozen in shock.

Based on what I’d seen, I doubted I could escape, as he would catch me again, so I pulled myself up, clutching my aching wrist in amazement and horror at what he had become.

“You…you are that wolf…aren’t you?” He didn’t answer, but his silence proved my question immediately.

“… T-that isn’t scientifically possible…so how?” I exclaimed breathlessly, feeling my grip on reality slipping as I struggled to comprehend what I was seeing. Then, as our eyes met, he leaned in close to me.

“You might not believe it, but i am a werewolf, Myra,” As our gazes lock, I feel my insides tremble again. “So, what does that have to do with me? "You bit me, ran away, and your goons came after me to try and kill me, but I have nothing you want!” I rage back.

“You have everything I’ve been looking for and a question that I’ll answer, but one thing that you have to know first is that I am sorry,” He called, and I raised my brows in confusion.

“my name is Draven Ashwulf and you want not believe it, but You are a werewolf now, I don't know how, but my bite caused it,” As the air thickens with silence after his words, and I burst into hysterical laughter.

“Ok , ok,...you almost got me,” I said to him, just as his eyes shifted to the small creek by my side, as if urging me to look; I turned and crawled towards the small pond, and when I gazed into it, my stomach drops at the sight of my reflection.

I stared back at an uncanny silver-metallic hue that glowed like polished steel crystals in my eyes, and dread filled my entire body as I trembled, tracing my glowing eyes and peeking canines with shaking hands.

My bones chilled from the realization as i began to recall my untamable hunger, the heightened senses and my unnatural strength. How i was able to escape and run that fast with a deep wounds in my leg, and now my eyes.

And oh shit, maybe I was a werewolf after all.