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The moonlit forest lay shrouded in an ethereal glow, a celestial tapestry woven with silver threads. Each tree stood sentinel, their gnarled branches reaching skyward, casting enchanting shadows that danced in the moonlight. The air, thick with the fragrance of ancient pine, held a hushed symphony of whispers, as if the very heartbeats of the woods were conspiring in a mysterious harmony.
Ava rubbed her tired eyes and sat straight. She didn't know when she dozed off. She looked at Alpha Xavier to see that he was still unconscious.
I'm sorry, love.
Ava's forehead scrunched in perplexity. Did she imagine that? But how can she?
Ava ran her frugal eyes over his sharp features. Her heart throbbed frightfully in her chest. What's this turmoil? She still finds solace in the person, who breaks her. Who tears apart her heart without any remorse or guilt. Who always made her feel like a bagger, a worthless thing?
If he hated her that much, then why did he save her? Why he take her to death? This man baffles her to no end.
She slowly touched his closed eyes. His lashes whisper unheard mysteries to each other. Ava slowly bent down and kissed his eyelashes one by one. A pleasuring shudder ran down her spine the instant her lips felt him.
Slowly, pulling back a little, she ran her gaze over his face. It's haunting yet beautiful, how a person becomes our whole existence. And he has become hers the moment he put that tiara over her head.
Ava was still staring at him when she heard vociferous growls from outside. Her heart sank as realization hit her.
Quickly standing up, she went towards the small hole in the wall of the cottage and peeked outside. Occasional gusts of wind rustled through the leaves, carrying with them the distant howls of unseen creatures.
The forest seemed to hold its breath, as if awaiting the resolution of the unspoken conflict between the werewolves. Shadows clung to the edges of the ancient trees, creating an illusion of hidden passages leading to realms where secrets and revelations intertwined.
Ava's breathing labored as she listened to loud growls erupting like a volcano from the gloaming dullness of the forest. She quickly ran towards Xavier and shook him.
“Xavier,” she jerked him, but he didn't open his eyes.
“Open your eyes, please,” she whispered desperately. The growls intensified, making her quiver.
“Come on Xavier,”.
“Please open your eyes,”.
The growls coming closer, Ava again went towards the hole and peeked outside. Red eyes, shining in the dark, welcomed her, making her gasp.
Red eyes? Vampires? Ava didn't know who that creature was. But she knew one thing, that rogues don't have red eyes. Ava ran towards Xavier and shook him desperately. Why does he fall unconscious again?
“Please wake up Xavier,” hot tears streaming through her eyes as she shook him helplessly. Closing her eyes, she placed her head on his chest.
A light groan alerted her, she quickly lifted her head from his chest to see that he was getting up.
“Xavier,” Ava quickly wrapped her arms around her and sobbed in the crook of his neck. Xavier didn't see it coming and fell again on the floor.
“Sshhhh,” Xavier caged her back in his arms and rubbed her back.
“Xav…,” Ava opened her mouth when the loud growls rang again.
“We have to get out of here,” Ava notified Xavier while pulling away from him.
“Wh…,”.
“Not now. Let's go,” Ava quickly stood up and helped Xavier in standing up.
Ava and Xavier moved in near-silence through the dense undergrowth, the crunch of fallen leaves beneath their feet echoing like secrets exchanged between the ancient trees. The moon, a luminescent orb suspended in the ink-black canvas of the night sky, cast dappled patterns on the forest floor, creating pools of silver where the shadows seemed to deepen.
Amidst the shadows of the dark forest, Xavier's powerful strides faltered as pain surged through his injured body. Ava, walked beside him, concern etched on her face. The moon cast an eerie glow on the tangled branches, creating an ominous atmosphere.
Xavier's growl echoed through the silence, a mixture of pain and determination. Ava gripped his arm, her eyes reflecting both fear and unwavering support. The dense foliage whispered secrets as they moved forward, shadows dancing in the moonlight.
Suddenly, red eyes gleamed in the darkness, and a sinister figure lunged at them. Xavier's instincts kicked in, but his injury slowed his response. Xavier's face contorted in a blend of pain and determination as the red eyes glared from the shadows.
The subtle lines etched on his forehead deepened, revealing the strain caused by his injury and the urgency of the situation. Sweat beaded on his brow, a physical manifestation of the battle between his instincts and the physical limitations imposed by the wound.
As the sinister figure lunged, Xavier's eyes narrowed with focused intensity. Despite the pain, a spark of defiance gleamed within them, a testament to his unwavering will to protect and survive. His jaw clenched, teeth gritted, suppressing any groans that might betray his agony. Xavier quickly pushed Ava behind him and shielded her with his body.
“Xavier,” Ava yelled, terrified.
Xavier's hand instinctively reached for his injury, fingers brushing against the source of pain. It was a subconscious gesture, a tangible connection to the reality of his vulnerability.
The creature growled and was about to attack on Xavier when, In a heartbeat, a surge of energy pulsed through Ava. The air crackled with an otherworldly force as her eyes, usually, pools of gentleness, glowed with an unearthly light.
The creature recoiled, thrown unbalanced by an unseen power, giving Xavier the opening to swiftly intervene and protect Ava.
Ava's eyes, ablaze with the fervor of love and ferocity, reflected the depth of her emotions. The pupils dilated, revealing the intensity of her focus on the impending threat. The muscles in her face tightened, sculpting a determined expression that spoke volumes about her commitment to protect Xavier.
Her nostrils flared slightly as she drew in a sharp breath, inhaling the charged atmosphere. The tension radiating from her body was palpable, a testament to the surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
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