The Unnatural

Two

Ethan Stiles

"What is this?" A deep voice rings in my ears and my heart starts to beat in a speed that I can only imagine.

My eyes open to the voice that speaks loud enough to bring me out of my misery.

Slowly blinking my eyes, I open them. My head feels heavy but I look around to confirm that I am still in that dream.

"No way." I mumble and manage to slightly dig my nails in my palm. I do feel the pain. It's real. For now. That's what I tell myself. This dream is too real.

I slowly start to get aware of my situation and my surroundings. I realize I am on my knees, sitting on the ground. I can feel my hands tied behind my back.

"Your Luna." The voice next to me speaks and I turn my head to look at him. My body feels too tired to even move. A man stands next to me as he keeps his head low.

"Are you out of your mind?" The deep voice growls and my heart thumps in my ears. The nervousness spreads in me and I feel like a prey in a lion's den.

"A human? A male?" He shouts making me flinch slightly.

My mind starts to feel more heavy and dizzy when a strong smell hits my nose. I feel like I could drown in this scent. My body starts to feel light and I feel like I might pass out any moment again.

Cinnamon and pine wood. So sweet, so delicious.

"You are well aware that a Luna is supposed to be a wolf, not a human." His thunder like voice roams around the room, sending cold shivers down my spine.

Slowly daring to look up, my eyes trail along the ground before they look ahead. A man sits in front of me with leg spread as he glares down at me, hatred radiating from his eyes.

His hand rests under his chin as he sits in the shadow, the light in the back being too bright for me to see his face clearly. His eyes shine through the dark, the golden glow making me hold my breath when they meet mine. I see his bored eyes turn wide before he stands up from his chair. His body towers high as he seems to be more than 6'5 feet, his buffed body making him look huge.

What the hell? How is he so tall? And I thought I was tall enough with 6'1.

"It is him." He mutters, his voice dropping to a lower tone and the coldness tingles on my skin. "Take him and lock him." A dangerous grin rises on his lips before he takes a step towards me and his face comes in light.

My breath hitches when my eyes study his face.
Breathtaking.

His face is too sharp, his nose standing high with pride, his cheekbones making him the perfect structure of a Greek god and the thick dark eyebrows make his golden eyes mesmerizing. His blonde hair that fall on his ears don't betray his eyes.

"Eyes down." He demands and without a single thought, I lower my eyes and my throat goes dry after hearing his cold, icy voice.

"You." He speaks to the other man while I stay there on my knees with my heart thumping in my chest. "Do you want me to repeat myself?" He coldly hisses, making me gulp and straighten myself.

The demanding aura he has is enough for me to realize that it is better for me to keep my mouth shut in front of this man. 

The man,
I find so...breathtaking.

I have no idea how I ended up here when I was clearly taken away by a wolf. But what makes sense when you have a dream? Nothing.

"Why are you chaining me up?" I struggle against the man who holds my tied feet and puts a chain that is connected with a feet of the bed. "You lunatic. I swear unchain me and I will fucking beat you to pulp." I protest knowing damn well that I have no chance to win against the man in front of me but it's a dream so I will win. It's my dream and it will go how I want it to.