As soon as the house became quiet, I grabbed my beloved by the hand and pulled her along, but she didn't move.
"Christie, do you feel it?" Only my wife calls me that. Affectionately shortens my name when we are alone.
"Yes, darling. We need to run, hide for a while."
"I'm going to die, right?" drops of transparent tears rolled down her pale cheeks.
My heart slashed like a knife.
"What are you talking about, darling? I won't let it."
Elizabeth tried to smile through the fear that gripped us both. "We were together for so short a time. I didn't have time to enjoy our happiness."
"Please don't say that. Everything will be fine."
"It won't be," she sobbed.
I pulled her to me and hugged her tightly. I know that she believes in what I said and from this belief our common soul is as if on fire.
I heard the barking of dogs. The first sign of the approach of hunters. We exchanged glances and rushed to the back exit. The front leads to the road, and we need the forest.
We ran away, realizing that we could not escape. Someone shamelessly betrayed us. No one knew that Lord and Lady Salisbury were wolves. My pack does not hunt people, only animals, it is very difficult to track such werewolves, we do not leave behind torn human corpses. We live by human laws.
Elizabeth and I are generally always in the thick of city events. We have been written about in the local newspapers more than once. The youngest and richest couple in Rochdale. Someone definitely helped. Otherwise, the exterminators of evil spirits would not have found us.
He was the first to change, followed by my wife. In the form of an animal there is a better chance of hiding. My beautiful gray she-wolf. Even the color of our fur is the same. We match each other in everything.
The bark is getting closer. We are surrounded on all sides. The enemy knows the territory, we run into traps everywhere, wherever we turn, they are already waiting for us. What is going on?
"Elizabeth, we will have to split up. I will distract them." I addressed myself mentally.
"No way." She growled.
"Otherwise, we will die. Save yourself and our baby."
I do not want to let go, but I see no other way out. I must make sure that they survive, even at the cost of my life.
"I will not leave you. I cannot!" My wife whined pitifully.
Our connection is too strong. Separation for us is comparable to death.
"I will find you!" nudged her in the side. "They are very close, hurry."
"Why do wolves not answer the call?"
"I do not know, dear. Go away, please."
The she-wolf touched my nose with hers. The look of her gray eyes hurts. The feeling does not go away, as if I see for the last time. How scary!
He growled menacingly, hurrying Elizabeth.
He watched the disappearing gray fur. His heart is torn to her, his soul screams demanding the return of the mistress. I am torn to pieces, I want to run after my beloved wife and at the same time I am ready to rush into the attack, if only she would have time to hide.
The exterminators of evil spirits appeared from behind the trees. The dogs rush, trying to bite. My brutal growl calmed them down a little. Without warning and without wasting time, I attacked a man standing nearby. I do not kill, cruelty has never been in me.
I simply grabbed and threw him away, he hit the ground, losing consciousness from a strong blow. Hunters pounced on me from all sides. They inflicted many deep knife wounds. This way you can't kill a werewolf, but you can weaken him with blood loss. Tirelessly continued to scatter them. The main thing is to hold them off longer, so that Elizabeth has more time to hide.
Then I heard a shot and a howl. My heart was instantly squeezed by an iron vice. I won't confuse that howl with anyone else's.
I broke free from the trap and rushed to my wife. I ran out onto the field and saw Elizabeth. The leader of the hunters, the main and most dangerous of the exterminators of evil spirits, was standing opposite her, aiming a gun at his wife.
I rushed towards them. Another shot followed. And Elizabeth fell to the ground.
"No, please, no!"
A rage awoke in me that I had never felt before. Anger made me forget about the pain and blood flowing from my own wounds. The hunter turned to me and fired again, tried to dodge, but the bullet hit him in the chest. He fell, but got up.
While he was reloading the gun, an opportunity arose to get to the man. He could not restrain himself, for the first time he did not overcome the beast, he tore the killer apart. At that moment, his own cruelty seemed justified.
Conscience slept, no regrets. Having finished with the enemy, he hurried to his wife. In front of me lay not a she-wolf, but a young girl with a wound in the chest, but unlike mine, her wound is fatal, her heart is hurt, I feel everything.
I feel her pain, how life slowly leaves her. I returned to the form of a man. Because of the pain that makes my soul howl, I don't dare come closer and touch her. I'm not ready to see her die, I'm not ready to let her go.
I fell to my knees next to my wife. I pressed my palm to the bleeding wound, as if it would save her life.
"Don't leave me!" I begged. Tears flowed down my cheeks.
I'm losing a part of myself, I'm losing the meaning of living on.
"I love you!" Her half-whisper, carried away by the spring wind, causes even more suffering.
"I can't live without you, my dear!"