Holt Wraith | Minotaur x Reader

5: Raise The Egg, Save The Sparrow

The beast lifts his head and huffs through his nose, and the cold air hits your face. You shiver from the sudden chill as you look into his glowing white eyes.

Your hands fall from his head to his neck before resting on his burly shoulders. As you gaze into his bright orbs, an emotion reveals itself to you; regret. But you're sure you're just seeing things.

Besides, what would he have to regret? Did he not mean to kill Delle? You don't know, and you're sure you never will.

"It is you." You lift your hands to his head, and he clenches his jaw as soon as your fingertips come in contact with the fur on his face.

You cup his jaw in your hands and rub your thumbs against his fur. It's so odd, as you stare into his eyes and caress his face, your dreams of him slip from your mind, and you have trouble recalling the dreams at all.

But you remember one thing; how kind he was to you when you first met him. He was so timid and gentle with you when you were a child, like he didn't want to scare you away.

So, what happened to him? Why did he push himself away from you? More questions you can't answer fill your mind, but you try to focus on something else. You focus on the beast instead.

You can tell Caligo's larger, with broader shoulders, thicker horns, and all around more muscular seeming. It's like, while he was away, he evolved into a stronger version of himself. Is that why he left you for so long? To become something...stronger?

Your brows curl up as you trail your hands down his neck and shoulders, and when you reach the sides of his arms, he flinches and pulls his right shoulder away. You retract your hands back in response, gasping as your eyes widen.

"I-I'm so sorry!" you squeak in a whispering, concerned voice.

He growls under his breath while setting you down on the grass and gripping his shoulder with his left hand.

You look from him to your hand, and knit your brow as you notice something black and sticky on your fingers. You blink, your mouth dropping open as you turn back to the beast.

"Caligo, you're bleeding," you breathe, taking a step towards him while squinting in the dark in hopes of examining his wound.

He steps back, huffing at you as if warning you not to get any closer. And you respond with your own smaller, less intimidating huff, and you lock eyes with him as determination fuels you.

"Please," you beg, holding your hands up to show you mean no harm. You just want to help him, but it seems he doesn't want help, that or he's scared to accept it.

You take a single, small step in his direction, and then freeze in place, waiting to see if he steps away again. But he doesn't, so you continue forward.

"I am...fine," he grumbles in a low, dark tone that makes your spine tingle and hairs raise on your arms.

You shake your head to rid yourself of the feeling, and stand on your toes as you squint at the arm he's holding.

"You're obviously hurt, but I can't help you in this darkness," you murmur the last part to yourself as you breathe out a sad sigh.

Your eyes flick from his arm to his bright orbs, and then you turn your head to the cathedral in the distance as you hear the Sisters chanting to The Moon. They still haven't noticed your disappearance, and you're not sure if you should be glad or worried.

Light filters through the multicolored windows, shining through the dark trees and giving you an idea. If you could get him in the cellar, a place where others often don't go, you could see him and even clean and wrap the wound.