my new life, in the werewolfs claw

Chapter 38 the saviour

How are you doing guys? This will be my last chapter for this year!! And i just wanted to thank you all for your comments, encouraging words and of course for taking some of your precious time to read my story! Thank you all, I enjoyed every moment on wattpad because of you!!

for now I have to study like a maniac, but i will try to post the next chapter soon!

So, HAPPY NEW YEAR
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Chapter 40 the savior +

Kalas POV

It was going so fast, the hand on my arm fast and strong pulled me in.
The air was knocked out my lungs as my head hit the floor of the van. My vision was blurry and adrenalin shot through my blood, I started to kick and scream as I felt the engine accelerate.

“Shut up!” a hand pressed my mouth shut and my head against a man’s chest, he skillfully bound wrists together and immobilized my legs. I felt others in the car as well, but no one else seemed to care about my struggles.

I gave up soon, these guys had planned this, there was nothing I could do.

I stopped my fighting. What was I even afraid of? Nothing that didn’t happen before.

It didn’t take five minutes, when the car began slithering crashing into a wall or something.

“Shit!” cursed the man holding me while jumping out of the van, me under his arm, he just dashed forward in an inhuman speed. All I could make out was the growling behind, the guys who stayed werefighting something, but I couldn’t make out anything in this dark.

“Eat that!” Lucy’s voice rang through the air before the thug fell on the floor with a grunt.

The guy let me out, on his back was Lucy trying to choke him, but she was too weak, I could see that she was just hanging on like some monkey.

“Run!” She screamed at me, and my legs came back to live with a jolt, I ran like the devil was after me, but I got knocked off from someone appearing in the dark.

Falling on my arse I looked at some man in his thirties only to see a snake like creature shooting out from behind me at him. I felt my heart stop for a moment, before realization came to me. “Mike.” I whispered unconsciously.  The eyes of the snake-like dragon, this deep jade color looked at me and I felt energy come back to me and started again to run.

How could I give up, when a sweet  ballerina like Lucy did her best to fight some thugs of, when the guys I had left with no real reason, defended me to this extent?

After seconds Arthur appeared beside me, or something I hoped that it was him, a panther probably a bit bigger than one, not that I could relate it with anything, was running beside me, but his eyes were fixed on something else. I almost tripped looking in his direction, just a few feet away from us ran a man, features invisible in the dark.

Just how many where there?

This was an industrial place, factories popped out here and there and this main street where we were running on.

I felt my legs getting heavy, I wouldn’t last much longer so I just ran torwards the next best warehouse, only to find it locked, I did the same with other two before one door flung open.

Blindly following the wall I hid behind some boxes, crouching on the floor desperately trying to calm my breathing.

Why the hell didn’t I run back to Aaron and the rest of the werewolves? No one would have dared to lay finger on me there!

I breathed in deeply, my friends were out there fighting and I had to hide, I was feeling pathetic weak, no wonder there. Just why the hell did they want to take me?

A sudden bang made me yelp, ripping me out of my thoughts, I stopped breathing, listening if there were any footsteps.

None, for two endless minutes where I listened intensely, there was no sound, just to make sure I slowly tiptoed to the other end of the box-row, if someone came in here, I would be safest there.

“Got you!” just behind the last box appeared one of thus thugs smiling evilly, and reaching out for me but before I could even react there jumped down from the second floor another man, crushing the one before me to the floor.

“Damn right!” added a  raspy voice ironically but I was unable to move, think or do something else but stare at him.

The black combed straight to one side, a sad smile played on his lips as he looked down at.

How was this even possible?

HOW?

“I will explain later. Hurry!” I was yanked to my feet and we ran to somewhere, at least he was running somewhere I was just tugged along, my feet going mechanically, my head empty despite my heart racing filling with desperation and the big lump that formed itself in my throat.

He sat me on some motorbike and put me a helmet on my head and as the machine kicked to live my brain did too.

But I didn’t fight, resist or question him until we got his destination. I was crying, trying to swallow this moment was too much for me, since I had met Aaron I had just become crybaby. Or maybe it was because I felt thrown back in time and felt naturally weaker than now, I didn’t know, all I could tell now for sure was his beating heart in his warm chest.

We came to halt before a  pretty house with a little garden in baroque style.

He left the motorbike there on the entry, threw his and my helmet in the snow and tugged me inside.

The lights were on the pretty home warm and inviting, and he turned to face me properly, breathing heavily, but his face lit up like candle with happiness before contorting with sadness and pain.

“I’m so sorry. I really am.” He whispered, I could see he wanted to embrace me but he hesitated seeing me staring at him like had grown a second and third head.

“You are sorry?” I asked in disbelieve, my fists balling on my sides, I felt rage boiling inside of me as I stared at the familiar face, thinking what I had gone through because of him, what my whole family had to go through!

“You are sorry?!” I shrieked on top of my lungs my vision going blurry, I grabbed the classical clothes rack beside me and started beating down on him, and he took all of it, falling on the floor receiving punch after punch.

“Can you just imagine!!” I screamed between my sagged breathing as the stupid rack broke.

“I can!” he shouted at me, not needing me to say anymore looking guilty up at me “I was looking at you for sometime after it happened!” he defended himself, holding the broken off piece of wood in his hands.

“Oh, you were looking?” I asked sarcastically, venom in every following word “Did you have fun? Watching from the sidelines how I had suffer?!” I grabbed for the floral picture on the wall, it was one of the big ones and just smashed it at his head, the canvas ripped and the glass broke into a hundred shards flying around us.

It was all out now, he didn’t say anything anymore looking on the floor and I broke down in a heap tears flowing endlessly.

Flowing because it was all so ridiculous, because I felt so angry and betrayed and at the same so light hearted like never before.

My tears were flowing like rivers because he was there holding me. Because Sam, my dead brother was here with me.