⚡️Flames or Paradise⚡️Roman✖️OC.

Pandora's Box

📌 A/N 📌

This chapter is sponsored by my insomnia & five cups of bitter coffee 🥲

Letha cried uncontrollably, "Peter, stop! Peter, stop!"

As the gypsy slowly and steadily walked back towards the corner.

"Peter! Peter!" Letha was screaming now as Roman tried his best to contain his pregnant cousin.

Chantel just stood there frozen watching the commotion, like she had no control over her body.

Letha screamed louder, "Peter! No!"

Chantel had the urge to go back to the corner to see what the hell Peter Rumancek was upto but at that very moment—they heard the cord snapping and a loud roar.

"Peter! Peter!" Letha was losing her voice.

Then, Peter was shouting in immense pain.

Chantel gasped, "Pete!"

Peter was screaming uncontrollably as they could hear the wolf mauling him, his screams mixed with cries of agony.

"Peter!" Letha wept.

Chantel didn't even want to imagine, what the vargulf was doing to Peter back there. Letha and Roman were on the ground now, the pregnant girl was looking weary and exhausted as hell.

Then—they saw Peter walking out of the corner trembling, his hands covering his face, blood dripping down his hands and shirt. Letha was screaming and sobbing. The gypsy fell on his knees, his hands still covering his face.

"My face. The price for breaking the rules is my human face." Chantel recalled what Peter had told them.

Blood streamed down from his face like a scene from a gory horror movie. A sight Chantel never thought she'd witness. Letha screamed and cried louder as Roman tried his best to hold the struggling girl back.

When Peter's hands finally dropped, they saw that his face was completely gone—his jaw dropped as his skeleton red face fell on the cold floor. Chantel's heart stopped for a second. This cannot be happening, this is a nightmare, she was dreaming—she had to be.

Letha's sobs sounded further and further away, no...she can't be passing out in the middle of a flight or fight situation. They heard a terrifying growl as the vargulf appeared; her fur as white as snow, her eyes as bright as the sun—fresh red blood dripping from her muzzle—Peter's blood.