The world is full of monsters with friendly faces and angels full of scars.
-Quotes nd 'notes-
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"Shift now," his order became firmer than before.
The white wolf blinked its hazel eyes a couple of times before finally shifting for the first time after two years.
And the next second, it was a little girl, laying naked on the grass, defenseless.
Her long white hair covered half of her body, so it saved her from the embarrassment that she possibly felt right now, yet it seemed that fact didn't bother her at all, as she glared fiercely at the man before her eyes.
Curiosity and irritation were a few emotions that he could feel from the little girl before him, but seeing her wearing nothing except for her fair skin, he took off his sweater and threw it to her.
The girl growled viciously at him, but the soft fabric that touched her hand piqued her curiosity as she dived her nose into the black sweater that was thrown at her.
It smelled like coffee. The man's scent.
"She is a shifter," the second man said. He walked closer and stood behind the first man, who was still crouching down before the girl.
"Hm," he hummed.
"What will you do with her?" he asked, pointing his gun at the girl again. "Kill her?"
Hearing that, the girl bared her teeth and threw him a nasty look.
"Put it away, Knox," he said in a low voice, as he stood up, but his dark blue eyes were still on the little girl. "Put that on."
Though she was still very young, it was not right to leave a girl naked, especially when there were hundreds of men behind them.
"You will let her live?!" The man named Knox didn't seem to agree with his decision, but he let her be anyway. "Be grateful for that." He didn't think that she was a threat.
After saying that, the two men walked away, but the attention of the girl remained on the first man, who was walking without wearing anything on his upper body, showing his ripped muscles and his abs. He was very big and looked very strong. His long black hair was tied behind his nape and ended at his waist.
He was a man, who could leave all the women stunned and flushed without doing anything, but the girl was too small to understand all of that, as the only thought that she had was; the man released her and gave her warm clothes, he was also not a normal human, as he knew that she was a shifter, and if she followed him, he would give her more.
With that in her mind, the girl scrambled into the sweater that he threw at her and immediately the smell of coffee engulfed her senses. She scrunched her nose, disliking the smell, but it made it easier for her to find him.
The sweater was too big for her, the long sleeves made her short arms disappear and the edge of the sweater reached her knees. She looked like she was wearing a burlap sack, but it didn't matter, since she had to run after the man.
However, once she set her foot inside the house, which was usually very clean, neat and orderly, she stopped abruptly. It was nothing like the tidy place she could recall.
Blood pooled on the white floor, until its smell permeated in the air, dead bodies were piled on the other side of the room, under the huge, fancy stairs.
Not everyone had died there, some of them were still alive, moaning and whimpering, begging for their killer to have mercy on them, but they were killed anyway.
The girl stood there, watching the scene before someone realized her existence and yelled at his fellow friend.
"What the hell!" He cursed at seeing a little girl, who was staring at the man, who was being killed with a dagger slitting his throat, but the girl didn't show any emotion. She stared at the gruesome scene expressionlessly. "Why is there a child here?!"
All the people inside the room directed their attention toward the girl that their friend mentioned.
She was wearing a strange dress with long sleeves that touched the floor. She was startled a little when she heard the loud voice and finally became aware of the attention she was receiving from the people around her.
Her hazel eyes darted from one man to another, until she found the face that she was searching for.
Without so much as wariness, she walked across the room, her small feet stepped in blood pooled on the floor, yet she paid zero attention to it.
"Stop right there!" One of the men pointed his gun at her, while giving a command for the little girl to stop.
However, she turned deaf ears to the order, while her eyes focused solely on that man.
Knox immediately raised his hand, signaling the man to lower his gun, as he was slightly curious about what this girl wanted.
The girl walked briskly and only stopped when she was standing in front of Knox, but it was certain that it was not him that she wanted.
The two of them stared at each other for a while, until his henchman gave Knox a white shirt and he nudged his arm. "Chaos."
The man named Chaos took the white shirt and wore it, as he spoke to the girl before him. "What do you want?"
The girl opened her mouth, her lips moved, but there was no sound that came out from them. She was not sure that she could still use her voice, after all it had been years since the last time she spoke.
But, she tried it anyway.
Air rushed out of her throat and her tongue twisted weirdly when she tried to speak. "Take me… you." She swallowed hard before she tried again. Her voice was so hoarse and it hurt her throat, but she wanted to hear her own voice again. "Take me with you."
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