May Seasons Come (Werewolf Romance)

Chapter Two

          The bustling street of nightlife was a foreign view for Maybelle. She had seen it only from her window or occasionally a carriage when she was expected to go to one of the simple parties that her parents had been invited to. Nevertheless, it excited her, fueling the energy in her with a warm feeling that made her want to be apart of it.

            She strayed down the sidewalks, as poor prostitutes begged men for their service, and men and women laughed as they strolled down the streets hand in hand. She had wondered what street she was on, as there were many opened bars and men fighting outside of them. Carriages flew by her with speed, and she became spooked when one came too close to her walking form. She jumped out of the way, only to run into a woman who gave her a rude look.

            It was then that May felt that she did not belong there, with her nice dress and pretty pearls that adorned her neck. She had something that these people did not, and that was money.

            No longer wanting to be apart of the nightlife, she turned around to find her way back home, only to run into a man. The man growled at her with low tones, and then she felt his hand to her neck after much awkward silence. And with that, he tore her pearls from her neck. The pretty necklace was now in his hands, as she looked stunned at him, "Give those back."

            He laughed at her in return, "I think not, for these I can trade in for many gold coins."

            "No!" May shouted, "Give them back before I call for the police."

            "Police?" He asked waving his hands out wide, "Do you see any police? Why, this is one of the most lowly streets in London, where there is no police and most importantly, there are no rules."

            May became angered by his reply, and crossed her arms across her chest as she said, "I can only agree with you because you seem to be the lowest person of them all."

            The man's eyebrows furrowed at her insult, and when he understood the meaning of her comment, he grabbed her upper arm and twisted it slightly, "You will take your words back." He growled again, "For it is people like that who do not understand my people's situation."

            May glared at him, "I will not take them back, for you do not deserve an apology."

            Eyes dark and lips firm, he twisted her arm harder and she cried out from the sharp pain. It had stopped as quickly as it had started, because the man was torn away from her by another force. She watched as a fist collided with his face, and the man fell to the ground, dropping her pearls.

            Maybelle only stayed around long enough to pick up her pearls that had rolled to her feet, and then she booked it. She ignored the voice that called after her, despite the chills that it brought down her arms. She turned the corner of an intersection and ran down another road that was if at all possible, worse than the last.

            Then, May stopped as if she were out of breath. She looked down at the hem of her dress that was covered in filth, and frowned at what her parents would think about it.

            And when she looked back up, she noticed a young man staring at her with honey colored eyes and matching hair. It was the same man who had fought off the one who had taken her pearls. He gave a confident smile and closed the distance between them, "You are the Mayor's daughter, are you not?"

            May's frown deepened at his question and she quickly retorted, "What does it matter?"

            A look of concern replaced his cocky expression as he now realized what he was about to say, "You are lost."