▪️WEREWOLF ROMANCE▪️
"Would you rather I chain you to a post and have you sleep on the ground outside?" Edric raised a brow.
His response caught me off guard and I stammered, "W-what? No... I-"
"It can be arranged," the Lycan King scowled.
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"Ouch! Not so hard!" I whined, before wiping the back of my hand over my sweaty brow.
"Come now, Lenna! You've done these exact moves countless times, stop being so sloppy!" Berengar sternly said, while pointing at my wooden shield. "You have that for a reason. Use it, or lose your head!"
I nodded in understanding.
Even though it was impossible for me to beat a werewolf, if used correctly, I would be able to ward off some attacks, as the small silver spikes that decorated my shield burnt their skin.
During the last couple of years, my reflexes had improved greatly. It was almost inhuman sometimes, the way I predicted some of Berengar's attacks, especially over the last three years after my weird powers emerged.
We figured that it must be linked to my eyes somehow.
I could not beat Berengar. After all, he was one of the strongest werewolves in the entire province. In the past, to both of our surprise, I had succeeded in landing a blow or two. So, against a weaker werewolf, I stood a chance of surviving, at least enough to try and escape.
Berengar never went easy on me, so I certainly knew how to take a hit. My sturdy body, along with my thick strong legs, helped to keep me balanced.
As we continued to exchange blows, I suddenly stopped mid-strike, my skin prickling.
"What is wrong?" Berengar asked, sensing my distress.
Anxiously looking at the trees around us, "Something feels off, someone else is here."
Chuckling softly, "Relax, it's just your imagination. I always make sure that we're alone, and if anyone else were here I would've smelled them-" Berengar suddenly stiffened, his head whirling in different directions.
His eyes widened at me, no doubt wondering how I had sensed the presence before he did. Lifting his nose in the air, he then abruptly shed his clothes.
"Run, Lenna!" Berengar growled before howling for reinforcements.
Whenever he transformed, it was always a sight to behold, and I remained standing where I was while I watched as the light of the moon danced over his naked body.
I cringed at the sounds of his bones cracking as he dropped to his knees on the grass, arched his spine, and howled once more. In silence, I continued to watch as the skin of his shoulders and back began to widen until it split, and dark grey fur sprout forth.
His pale blue eyes now glowed a deep cerulean as he turned and tilted his face to look back at me with a piercing gaze. Berengar's nose began to stretch, while his canines elongated as he panted heavily.
Knowing that he would not be able to speak to me once his face was fully transformed, he used his last transitory moment to shout.
"Damn you, Lenna! I said run!" Berengar's words ended with a howl.
