She laid beside the injured animal and caressed its fluffy fur. The animal snuggled up closer to her inhaling her scent. Her eyes were raw and puffy as she cried. How could her mother keep the truth from both her and Violet for all those years?
All the time she blamed him for walking out on both her and Violet. All the hatred that brewed into a seed of bitterness for the man. It was all in vain, how could she be angry at a man that was already dead.
All her hopes of looking for him just vanished. All the things she planned to say when he returned. Her heart began to ache. She couldn't believe her father was gone. What puzzled Aurora was the fact that her mother hid the truth from her? Why did she not tell them about his death? Was she scared that the girls wouldn't be able to handle her father's death? Or was there a more logical reason why she kept the truth hidden in darkness for all those years?
Aurora remembered herself as a child waiting for her father to return from his adventure. For years she would do the same thing hoping she would see him over the rise of the hills with his bag held tightly in his grasp. But he never showed. She believed she was the reason he walked out of their lives.
What puzzled Aurora more was the fact that her mother said her father was murdered by an animal like the wolf beside her. The animal laying beside her was incapable of doing any harm. Her mother should have been able to see that when the animal didn't attack her. Her mother had said a werewolf murdered her grandparents. Now she accused the wolf of harming her father. Both her grandparents and father disappeared at the same time. Was she trying to tell her that the harmless animal in the cellar was a werewolf? If that's what she was trying to tell her, how ridiculous She thought to herself.
She had to hung on to a tiny bit of hope that maybe her mother would be a different person with their grandparents out of the picture. But she was still the same naive person she knew ten years ago. Aurora knew werewolves were mythical creatures and the animal laying beside her was a normal wolf. He was a large animal but Aurora knew that the animal was from a particular breed of wolf. She would do some more reading on wolves and prove to her mother that it was a normal animal.
For the first time in months, she felt safe and secure beside the animal. She didn't know why she felt that way. But the animal was warm and cozy. Her eyelids felt heavy and it was only a few moments later she drifted off into a deep slumber where her father was alive and she awaited his arrival at the front gate.
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He looked down at the beauty in Infront of him as she sighed in her sleep. Her cheeks were stained in tears. His heart ached to see her in that condition but he couldn't do much to protect her without hurting her more than she already was. He stooped down and caressed her soft cheeks.
His hands landed on her soft lips that were as red as blood. He couldn't help but wonder what they would taste like. Her sweet feminine scent filled his nostrils. She was intoxicating and beautiful in his sight.
His hands found their way to her silky raven hair. He twined loose strands of her hair around his fingers. She continued to stir in her sleep a small frown on her lips. He wanted to lean over and peck her sweet lips but he decided against doing it. Would it be her first kiss? Was the woman laying Infront of him as innocent as she seemed? He hoped she was.
She was brave even carry him back to her home. Others would have been terrified to even glance at an animal like himself. But this female seemed different, she seemed fierce. But why was she in the woods on a full moon? Did she not know what lurked there at night? She seemed oblivious to every supernatural thing that happens around her.
He laid behind her and inhaled more of her sweet scent. Her scent was too sweet for him. Too sweet to be an ordinary girl. Was she like her mother? Or was she an ordinary human?
He could sense that the woman was not human which was mainly the reason he launched at her. He could sense her void thoughts towards him. She knew about his kind thus he saw her as a threat. But the girl didn't seem to know anything about night creatures. Or she did know about them and refused to believe in their existence.
He lifted her bandaged hand and carefully inspected it. He brought her knuckles to his lips and lightly pecked them. He couldn't bear to spend one more minute in the room with her. He couldn't trust himself enough knowing he's the type of man that wouldn't hesitate to take anything he wanted without caring what wants to happen afterward. But with the young girl in Infront of him, everything seemed different. She seemed delicate and fragile. He was scared to even touch her, she was slim. Too slim for his liking, she seemed malnourished. One harsh tug from him and her small bones would easily snap into pieces.
He didn't know why he felt attracted to her all of a sudden but it was like it was his responsibility to ensure her safety. He wasn't the type of man that got attached to a female. He would just use them for one night and discard them the next. Maybe his growing feeling for the girl was a mere infatuation and the moment she gave him what he desired he would dump her like the other females he used and disposed of like old rags.