YOUR MAJESTY, she said.
Her words screamed in my head in the same sarcastic tone she used when she said them, turning the heavenly kiss we had into a nightmare. Did She kiss me out of some sick twisted obligation she had towards her kind? I didn't even see her that way — she was simply the girl that I liked.
I crossed the hallway running as if I was on the football field. I needed to get to the wolf that howled faster, I wasn't running fast enough.
Not that it made a difference, but I instinctively knew that the cry belonged to a female wolf just like I could tell the difference between a man's voice and a woman's voice.
Was I going to see the white wolf outside of this mansion right now?
I took even longer strides at that thought, remembering how I sensed agony beyond my brother's name that filled the night after she cried it out so loud.
Was she the 'eyes' Liam spoke about? I was going to kill him if that was true.
My brother.
He was safe and sound where I left him. He had to be.
Once I reached the back gate that Elizabeth and I entered the mansion through, I came to a full halt. My heart was beating loudly in my ears still, but all the heat that got piled up from running that fast exploded inside like a bomb and froze me everywhere, I was interrupting a battle scene. There was a confrontation under the moonlight, but before I could assess the fight that I was possibly about to join. I found her.
She was bigger than what I had remembered — taller than an average man if she was to stand next to one. Her body mass was thick and muscular. She growled, revealing sharp canines that looked like they could rip through granite. The growl was followed by a snarl that came out from deep within her chest.
'Dead', that was what she meant by it.
'Stay right where you are,' I tried to speak in her head — the way I did with Elizabeth — as I studied her stance, she was about to catapult herself forward. Though my mind was racing, I wondered if she could hear me and understand what I was saying just like I could somehow understand the primitive language her noises meant.
No.
I stared helplessly at the magnificent white creature when I felt that my thought failed to reach her head.
One more snarl shook her chest as she repeated her promise to kill, a completely new type of rage I had never felt before was about to rip out from within my bones. I shuddered. Fighting it whatever it was.
I forced myself to focus on the wolf's enemies.
The two yellow-eyed vampires — whose eyes were a devilish crimson now — stood side by side across from the white wolf, one of them had his cloak ripped, they were hissing, and their faces were held in a grimace that showed their sharp fangs. Much less menacing than those that belonged to the white wolf, yet a lethal weapon to say the least.
They held their place, their eyes on the wolf that placed one arm forward. Rage washed again all over me as my eye followed her move.
I wanted her out of this place.
For the she-wolf's safety? For Elizabeth's safety?
I had no answer to that.
Surely the wolf had the bigger size in that fight, she was bigger than both the vampires combined, but the rules of normal human combat could in no way apply in this situation. her mass privilege was questionable. There was no way for me to tell who had the upper hand if they continued to fight.
And I wasn't about to stand still and let that happen.
The white wolf moved another arm, her tail whipped left and right.
Suddenly I realized that the white wolf was not alone. Lying there on her side was another monstrous beast. I hadn't seen him as she had him covered, most likely protecting him.
She had cried my brother's name.
I was too late.
I almost jumped out of my skin, but my feet felt like they were nailed to the ground. My brain was quicker than my body, holding me in my place. The wolf that was lying motionless on the ground wasn't Liam's red demon, I couldn't tell the exact color under the moonlight, but it had to be some shade of brown.
My eyes locked on the vampires, my mind was racing, trying to decide where I should place myself when I finally got in between the wolf and them.
Before I could make up my mind, the two vampires and the white wolf attacked each other, their moves were too fast for my eyes to keep up with. That same bone-crushing rage ripped through my ribcage causing that inhumane voice from within me to speak once more.
"Stop!" I ordered.
The command came out so loud that it rumbled across the backyard of the mansion like earthquake aftershocks.
I remembered Elizabeth right then, in front of my garage, when she declared that she was afraid of me.
Looks like she had every reason to.
The commotion that had broken out between the nearby monsters stopped abruptly. The two vampires — both with ripped cloaks now — bowed down their heads, and tilted their necks to the side, their eyes were pinned to the ground.
If only I had the same effect over the angry white wolf.
I walked to the battlefield, battling my own contradicting emotions all over again, I had a meaningless sense of responsibility towards the two vampires, while another part of my brain was screaming questions at me. They mostly revolved around why I wasn't prioritizing the white wolf's safety first, I looked at her as I headed in their direction, her eyes were still on the vampires and her chest was heaving.
I picked up my pace, finally placing myself in front of her. She placed a paw to the left, undoubtedly in an attempt to avoid me, not meeting my eyes just yet.
Her eyes.
Something bothered me about her eyes, their color wasn't solid, it was shades of brown and green. Familiar. I must've remembered them from that time she came to my rescue when we were kids.
Her heaving chest shook with a snarl that, unlike her eyes, was directed at me.
'Move', she ordered me.