Dangerous Love

Chapter one

Slow and silent breaths. He crawled on the soft grass, eyes focused on the target. A feeling of a presence on his left side caught his attention. Meters from him, he found a wolf, not a werewolf. It was at the same posture as he was, if not, even better. When the wolf jumped towards the deer, he tackled the wolf. They roll on the ground and the deer ran as fast as it could.
"That was my catch, wolf," he said superiorly because he was a more dominant being. He then ran after the deer, but to his surprise, the wolf tackled him back. As he stood up, the wolf took a fighting stance, staring up with piercing eyes as it growled with anger in it's tone. No wolf has ever attacked a werewolf before, simply because it was a less superior breed.
"What are you?" he tilted his head, as if he was examining the wolf. The wolf jumps towards him. He bended his waist which allowed him to evade the tackle but he did not anticipate the claw that followed it. Blood dripped from his left shoulder. He was in pain although he could already feel it start to heal. He brings out his claws and his fangs, ready to fight the wolf. They then jump towards each other. His advantage in strength got him to toss the wolf to a tree. The wolf whimpered in pain. He refused to give the wolf a chance. Before the wolf could get up he grabbed it. He pushed the wolf up, exposing its throat. He was about to end its life but before he could scratch the surface, he was grabbed and tossed by what felt like an arm. He got up quickly but not quickly enough to anticipate a kick. The power of the kick, caused him to roll on the ground. He stops himself from rolling using his knee but as soon as he looked up there was another kick, he was too slow to evade it. It lift him on his feet before crashing on the ground with his left arm first. His right arm and right foot were grabbed and the next thing he knew he was spinning in the air before getting tossed. His body hit and destroyed a tree. He coughed and spit out blood, clenched his fist and growled. He got up ready to attack when he finally saw the face of his attacker. She was beautiful, gorgeous. Her eyes were so distracting that he did not notice the wolf at his left side. He flipped and again crashed on the hard ground. He couldn't move, he was in too much pain. He looked up to see the wolf walking away with the girl. He was in pain, blood dripping, wounds swelling and his body was sore but even with all those horrible feelings, he couldn't help but smile. A powerful werewolf that was impossibly beautiful. He knew that this won't be the last time he gazes upon her, it must not be. He was determined to search for her.

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She stared out the balcony, the feeling of the morning wind lingering on her soft, warm skin. She looked down three stories as her room was at the top of the house. She saw Ajenore walking towards the house, wounded. Quickly, she jumped off the balcony and ran towards him.
"Ajenore? What happened?"
"I found the girl of my dreams," he smiled as he stared up to his mother's eyes that looked at him worriedly, "ironic enough, she kicked my ass." As they entered the living room, his two brothers, Jerald and Gerard, turned their attention to him. While his sister, Mona ran towards him, tripping while at it, but she ignores her stumble and grabs his face.
"Are you okay?" she looked him up and down, examining his state, "what happened?"
"A girl."
"It always is isn't it," said Gerard, "they'll always be the cause of all the bad in our life."
"Ehem," Heather cleared her throat and stared at Gerard but he just laughs it out, Jerald and Ajenore joining him.
"Brother you have got to stop leaving the house without informing us," said Mona.
"I agree mate, you make mum worry all the time," said Jerald.
"Okay, I'll inform you. My next leave will be minutes from now."
"What?" Heather and Mona exclaimed at once.
"But you just got here," said Mona, "and you can't leave like this."
"I must Mona. I need to do this. I can't explain why yet."
"Can you at least wait till you're all healed?"
"I want to leave before he returns."
"At least grace your father with your presence."
"He is not my father. He is yours. He does not want to see me and nor I him."
Roman was his mum's husband. Ajenore was the fruit of the queen's affair. Roman forgave Heather because he loved her and he accepted Ajenore but refused to let him feel the love and care of a father. He was treated by Roman like an outcast and always made known to him that he was not part of the family.
"Do you really have to go?" Mona still hoped to stop Ajenore from leaving even though he was already carrying two huge bags across the living room, "you're still weak, can't you rest a while?"
"Weak? I may be hurting but I could still take Gerard and Jerald here with my eyes closed."
"True, but in our defense, he has incredibly good senses," Jerald said then all three brothers laughed together.
"Take care of mum for me." Ajenore said to Mona and she nodded as a response.
"Be careful mate," said Gerard.
"Oh, and do come back," added Jerald. They waved each other goodbye.
Ajenore had no idea where he was going nor did he know what he was going to do when he finds her. But he was determined to see her, this determination was reflected by every step that he took as he disappeared into the woods.