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Reene screamed, letting her legs take over once again.

This time though, her body forgot how slow of a runner it was, because she possibly ran with the speed of light.

The scream was unending as her hands flailed in the air, shock filling her entire being.

A wolf? A wolf?!

A freaking wolf!!!

What the actual heck?!

This had to be some kind of creepy dream, because what?!

Werewolves weren't real. Heck, they were just some kind of made up creatures, right?

But what she'd seen…

That certainly said werewolves.

The sound of growls could be heard, shedding skins echoed in her ears, weak whimpering followed.

Oh no no no.

Shoot, no.

This wasn't a dream. It wasn't!

She stopped screaming to let some air in her lungs, but her feet didn't dare to stop.

It ran faster than she ever thought was possible.

Especially when she heard loud footsteps behind her.

Oh gosh, the steps… Someone— no, one of the wolves was following her.

And of course, being the stupid female people knew horror movies characters to be, she dared turn.

Her breath caught at the sight of a brown wolf running with as much speed an animal like itself could move.

Fear crawled up her skin and a loud scream erupted.

The biggest wolf she recognized as Zayne, was fighting off two wolves.

He didn't seem to notice the one chasing after her.

Not until her scream, because he finished off the two, their blood spilling everywhere, then chased after the one following her.

Reene looked straight, her heart hammering louder than her screams.

In the distance, a cottage came into view.

Without second thoughts, she rushed towards it, not bothering to turn back.

The moment the door stood in front of her, her fist pounded on it louder than ever like her life depended on it.

Because heck yeah, it did.

“Help! Open up! Please! Please!” She cried, pounding louder and faster, not looking to check on the status of the wild animal that'd been chasing after her.

The rate her heart echoed shook her in ways she didn't know was possible.

If blood wasn't furiously rushing through her veins, the weakness would've made her legs give up.

“Open up! Help me!”

Why wasn't anyone answering? Was no one home?

Was she going to die this way?

Just when she was about to give up, the door swung open.

She didn't give whoever it was a chance to speak before bolting in, shutting it behind her and immediately pressing her back to the door.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Breathing was becoming a problem, but she tried to let it flow through her body.

The body that seemed to tremble more than ever.

She mustn't die.

No, she couldn't.

Her life might not be important to many people, but nope, she didn't want to die.

“What do you think you're doing?” A deep voice called, smooth but cold and spoke of nothing but a man of power.

She didn't answer yet.

How could she when her body seemed at the peak of being traumatized.

Then, she let her ears search for noise from outside by pressing it against the door.

“What do—”

“Shh.” She cut him off.

What she needed was silence, not questioning.

Thankfully, he heeded, not saying a word as she listened.

No sound came.

Minutes passed before she was certain the chaos outside had subsided.

That calmed her a little, though the shock still lingered.

A wolf? What the actual heck?

How on earth was that possible?

Their height, growls, claws, teeth, fur... Oh goodness, they were actually real. She hasn't been in some kind of terrible nightmare.

And the one who'd been chasing after her (the thought made her shiver).

What would've happened if this person hadn't come to her rescue?

Would she be dead by now?

Oh goodness.

Her gaze lifted to her savior, and in front of her stood a shirtless, undeniably handsome man.

He was tall (far taller than she was), with beautiful dark blonde hair and blue eyes.

With an uncovered upper body, she could almost find herself gasping at the eight packs he possessed.

His chest was just as broad as his shoulders, giving him the type of look one would only assume from a fictional character.

All in all, she couldn't deny he was handsome.

But how was that what one who was almost eaten alive could think about.

Instead, her hand flew to clutch her chest, where her heart pounded louder than she'd been with his door (something she didn't think was possible).

'Oh heart, this isn't the time to have hypertension. It seems you survived the monsters, so please, pretty please with Beyoncé’s sudden album release on top.'

Of course, it ignored her.

“Can I get a glass of water?” She breathed out.

“What are you doing here?” His tone was stern, it made her brows dip.

Still, she couldn't blame him.

That was how one was expected to reply when a female just came pounding on your door.

“Actually, I was being chased by wolves. Werewolves!” She explained, expecting to see him as alerted as she was.

But no change took over that expressionless look.

“There was this guy who was talking to me, and he just— like appeared from nowhere, like— three guys following me and like— all of them are talking about me being dinner, then he like— appears and shifts and like—” she ran a hand through her hair.

Oh shit, she must sound stupid at the moment.

How was one expected to explain meeting with actual wolves?

Human wolves.

His eyes swept over her from head to toe, lingering on her boobs for a moment too long, before returning to her face.

But something lit in his eyes. Something she couldn't quite place.

Something that made her frown.

“You seem famished. Spend the night.” Without waiting for an answer, he moved deeper into the wooden cottage, disappearing into a place before reappearing with a glass of water.

She took it from him quickly, because goodness, that was what she needed.

Within seconds, the entire content disappeared in her belly.

Normally, she'd have declined his offer to stay the night, especially considering how her house was just a few minutes away.

But after what happened with the wolves, she couldn't imagine staying alone.

At the moment, she needed to be with someone.

Anyone.

“Where do I sleep?” She asked after returning the glass.

“In there.” He gestured to a room.

With a nod, her feet began moving to the door.

It stopped when she realized, “I don't know your name yet. Who are you?”

A smirk pulled at his lips. “You don't want to know who I am, but my name is Jaxon.”

The way he said it gave her creeps.

She couldn't even find herself replying, instead just left to the room, though she felt his gaze stay on her the entire time.

Oh no, morning had to arrive soon so she could be out of there and go home.

A lot had happened that day already.