Linda Boston thought of different ways to get herself out of the mess she created. She ransacked her brain for something, but nothing came. Her memory was blank. She couldn't think of anything. When she failed to come up with something, she resigned herself to fate.
Instantly, Linda Boston started blaming her for acting so quickly. She should have waited for the hellhound. She shouldn't have sneaked out of the tent. Even if she wanted to, she should have prepared herself. She should have gathered enough shelter to last her for three days, maybe even a week.
Nonetheless, Linda Boston felt a little remorse for herself; she was concerned with the horse. She looked ahead to the horse spot, and she could see it snotting, its eyes freezing, and its face pale with a milky white substance. The horse started to freeze.
Linda Boston blamed herself for not planning her journey very well. All the wolves that the hellhounds massacred at Moab had brought a lot of shelter, blankets, and food with them. She should have packed more than enough for herself before embarking on this journey. She was so foolish to think that she would catch up with Dylan so fast. He had been gone for a long time.
Linda Boston rubbed her hands together as the harsh wind blew into them, freezing them. She quickly hid her hand under her clothes and folded herself to prevent the night cold from entering her body through the chest. But it doesn't help. She could feel the wind gushing into her skin through the hole that was located at the back of her neck's cloth. It's an awful moment for her.
For some moments, Linda Boston thought she would freeze as a huge wind blew into her face, slapping her cheek very hard. If her horse was tied to a cart, she would have destroyed the cart and burned it to ashes.
Who uses horses with a cart these days? Linda thought, hissing.
She leaned in closer, curled her body on the bare floor of the valley, and hoped that the day would come fast. At the same time, Linda prayed that she shouldn't become food for wild creatures or, worse, get raped by bandits. If any one of the two things were to attack her in the middle of the night, then she would die of foolishness because she was sure that no one would hear her in this desolate valley. She will just give up.
Surprisingly, Linda Boston felt her eyes getting heavier. She couldn't believe it. She was feeling sleepy despite the hunger she was feeling. Perhaps it was because she had been riding hard all day. Linda concluded that her body needed rest after all. She couldn't keep watching all night. She just hopes the gods save and protect her throughout the night.
Just when she was feeling sleepy, she heard a distant, faint voice begging for help. Yet Linda shrugged the voice off and rested her head properly. She concluded that it was her brain playing a trick on her.
"Help!" came the voice again.
This time, Linda Boston didn't shrug the sound away. She sat properly, became as still as a silent river, and waited for the voice to come again so she could decipher where it was coming.
The voice came again, "Somebody help me!"
Now, Linda could hear it. It was a female voice, desperate for help.
Linda wasted no time. She jerked up, raced to her horse, and drew her blade from its scabbard.
"Stay here, Erwin; I will be back," Linda whispered to her horse, and the latter snorted.
Without waiting for the female voice to come again, Linda raced in the direction she thought the voice might be coming from.
Linda Boston kept charging through the valley of the unknown place, hoping that she wouldn't be late to save the woman in need of help. Even though she was trying so hard to see the ground because of the darkness, Linda Boston didn't reduce her speed. She increased it.
After what seemed like forever that she had been running in the valley, she finally came to a cave. Linda rested at the mouth of the cave, breathing hard and seizing the chance to catch her breath.
She didn't stay for more than a second when the distressed female voice came again: "Somebody help me!"
Linda composed herself, held the hilt of her blade tightly, and started strolling into the cave. Even though she was trembling because of the darkness of the cave, she dared not show it. She couldn't turn back yet. She needs to save the female in trouble.
After three minutes of walking deeper into the cave, Linda finally came to an opening, and she was shocked at what she witnessed.
The cave was something extraordinary. It was not what she expected. The cave was the most surprising, divine, and malevolent cave she had ever seen. It was spectacular, tribunal, and fantastic.
The cave had a climate of its own. It had its river, sun, moon, fruits, trees, and forest. The cave was another world entirely. It was the longest, highest, and biggest cave she had ever seen.
"You're forcing yourself on someone that's old enough to be your daughter," came the distressed female voice again.
Linda's eyes darkened at what she heard. She needed no one to tell her that it was a bandit.
Slowly, Linda Boston started striding further into the cave. She needed to save the girl before it was too late. She knew how it feels to be a victim of rapists. Her best friend was a victim of rape, which changed her life for the worse forever.
After another minute of walking in the cave, Linda finally came to the spot where the bandit was trying to rape the female, and she was met with another shocking scene. It was something she least expected. It was Dylan.
Linda became cold. She couldn't believe that Dylan was not only brutal, but he was also a rapist. She knew of different things that Dylan could do and how he always mated with different females without mating back in his territory, not excluding humans. But she didn't expect Dylan to lower his honour by raping.
"Stay still, or I will hurt you more," Dylan warned the girl, his voice steely and full of lust.
Eventually, Linda couldn't take it anymore. She knew it was time to complete what she came for. It's time to finish this once and for all. It's time to kill the ruthless Alpha of the nightingale territory.
Linda moved closer, waking stealthily and holding her breath to prevent Dylan from sniffing her scent. When Linda was three feet away, she grabbed the sword firmly and summoned the bravest part of her body.
She summoned all the training that had been drilled into her ever since she was young. She summoned all the strength and bravery she had. She had a single shot at it, and she didn't want to lose it. She won't get another chance if she loses it. Not only that, she will be used as a scapegoat in front of the pack.
Luckily for her, Dylan is still busy drilling the girl, who is also screaming in pain. He felt no presence of humans behind him.
With her eyes closed and one heart, Linda Boston thrust into Dylan's back from behind. It was a straight thrust with perfect aim; a groan followed.
Linda heard a painful scream, and she gladly opened her eyes. She looked toward Dylan, expecting to see him writhing in pain, but she was met with something else. Dylan had moved out of the way at the last second, and the blade had struck the girl instead.
Linda's heart sank in dejection. Her hand shook, and her eyes went wide in horror. She had just killed someone she wanted to save. She retrieved her blade, and the girl gasped while blood oozed out of her mouth. She had a look of betrayal.
Linda's hand became shaken, and she dropped the blade. She rushed to the girl, who was going down in pain, and held her with a shaken hand, tears coming from her face.
"You bastard," Dylan growled behind her.
Before she could blink, he grabbed her hair from behind, turned her around, and punched her in the face. Still clutching tightly to her, Dylan threw Linda away with great strength, and she went flying several feet backwards before hitting her back against a boulder.
Dylan turned around and squatted beside the girl and snarled at the girl, "Thankfully, I'm done with you. You're no longer useful to me."
He snarled, and his fangs came into view. Dylan grabbed the girl's neck, pulled her closer, and sank his fangs into her neck, sucking her blood. He feeds on her.
"No!" Linda Boston screamed in horror as she watched the sight of Dylan feeding on the poor girl. She tried to stand up but lost her footing and ended up slumping back. She had just bitten off more than she could chew.
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