Chosen

Last Hours

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Regina grew unconscious.

Before her vision grew black, she saw the fuzzy outline of the full moon before her body fell back against the cold earth and collapsed.

When she woke, she was inside. A house, it looked like, with its wooden structure for a roof and the white walls.

She moaned in pain, feeling stiff all over as she sat up, swinging her legs off the bed.

Where was she?

She had never seen this house before. It was unfamiliar. She seemed to be in a bedroom. One that looked like it as never used.

She slowly got to her feet, trying to keep off her injured and mauled leg. It was nine in the morning.

She had slept all night.

And she didn't even know where she was.

She felt tense, her eyes alert, her nostrils smelling more than a normal human ever would, her ears a lot stronger than they ever were before.

As she opened the bedroom door, she froze. A figure stood in front of her. A large figure.

By its shadow, it looked like a males. Broad, strong, build.

She stumbled back two steps as he pushed her back in, closing the door. As the light from the bedroom shone through the window, she noticed his pale skin, sea green eyes, and a chestnut colour head of hair.

He wore a huge grin upon his face, eyes hungry. And as he moved closer to her, she knew it wasn't human like.

The way he reached her so fast.

So steadily. So swiftly. So sexily.

She finally realized something as he grabbed her arm, pinning her roughly against the wall. So hard until her back screamed to be released. To be able to breathe.

What she knew, from instinct, was that she needed to get the hell out.