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Not much to say right now but this chapter…it's more like a… filler chapter, you know? It's like one of those chapter that has no business of being here but it all makes since in the next chapter.
Chapter 4: Who's the Alpha now?
Arial POV
It's been two days since I've last seen that wolf man, and since then, I've been taking a potion that allows me to have dreamless sleep and so far, so good…no sign of him…
But why am I getting a feeling like I should go and see him in my dreams.
And after that first night, of him doing that to me…I wanted to get closer to him…
During that time, I was up during the night, searching who he is…
The first thing that I looked under was the records of werewolves located in the books that my step-father has…
I came up short of a while but when the morning owl came in and dropped of a few things, I had a nagging felling in the back of my head, as if it was telling me to open and look through the papers…
And I did so…
A low gasp escaped my mouth as I stared at a particular picture…
It was him…the man from my dreams…
Fenrir Greyback…
I folded the paper back up the way that I came in and I left the room…
During the rest of the day, a lot of thoughts were going through my mind and before I knew it…night has already clamed the lands and it was time for bed…
Finishing my preparation for bed and started to look at the potion on my vanity, I began to wonder if should see him or not…
I let out a groan of despair as a small rapid knocking was coming form my door.
"Come in!"
I put on a fake smile as my mother walked in while humming to herself…
And that could only mean one thing…
"Oh my beautiful baby girl, I have wonderful news for you!"
'My Step-Father has the dragon pox and he'll be dieing soon?!' "Oh! What news? Tell me!"
"Okay, now I'm going to be blunt with you and this decision has been thought through all the way and it seems too good to be true!"
'Oh please tell me you got the dragon pox too…'
"Your father and I…"
I leaned forward when I began to notice that her voice lowered down a bit.
"Found the perfect suitor for you."
The upper part of my face just froze as the lower half slacked, but thankfully, my lips became dry as sandpaper and was kept shut and as for the rest of my body, it stiffen for a moment as it slumped against my bed frame.
Before fell into the world of unconscious, I felt my mother moving my body so I can be under the sheets and over heard her saying that I got too excited…
Then it came to me…
I forgot to take my potion…
Damn…
In human form, Fenrir walked around the field where he kept meeting his lamb.
He decided to take the trail that led back where he meet her last, but he felt another presents coming into his dream and soon yelling and screaming was heard.
Fenrir look a small step forward as he lifted his head up enough so he can get a clean scent through his nostrils.
A evil grin formed on his lips as his suspicions came true but with another sniff in the air made his grin faltered into a scowl.
There was a salt like substance in the air, and that would mean only one thing…somebody made his lamb cry…
He didn't know what came over him, the blood rushed through his veins as it gave him a extra push as he sprinted back to the field.
The closer he got, the stronger the smell of salt was floating in the air.
When he finally made it to the field, he instantly notice that the bed from before was there and on top of it, hitting and smacking a white fluffy pillow was her…
The moment he took a step on the lush green grass of the flat plain, it shook for a while as it grew up wards, almost like a tall hill; like it was trying to test him out or something…
He let out a chuckle, already knowing that it was nothing.
But after a while of walking, it became more of forward walk and then it soon became of a climb.
It felt like forever before he made it to the top.
He rolled over to his back as he started to open and close his fingers as a small sad laugh rang through the night air.
"Boy, you sure are a stubborn one…" mumbled a croak like voice.
Fenrir looked over to see his lamb, sitting on her hind legs, wearing a pure white long sleeve shirt on and by the looks again, it was silk and leaving the rest to the mind.
"What made you cry?" Fenrir said as he pushed himself up with a loud grunt and started to walk to her but stop when he saw a palm of her hand facing towards him.
"Not tonight, no funny business like the last time. I feel like shit right now because of my fucked up parents."
Fenrir mentally took a step back he notice the fire that danced around her eyes and the tone of her voice was different from last time.
"So does that mean that I can't sit down?"
Arial did a quick movement to show that she is allowed to sit on her bed.
"You may but one wrong movement, then I'm outta here!"
Fenrir lightly chuckled as he raised his hands in defense as he made himself comfortable against the metal headboard.
He looked over as he watched the woman resuming her earlier actives.
"And what did he do to you?" Fenrir asked in a low tone as he leaned back
Arial looked up as her fist landed on the pillow again, "What (sock) do you (grunt) (punch) mean? (slap)"
"The pillow, what did he do to you that made you so upset that you want to cry?"
He watched as Arial stopped at what she was doing, slumped her shoulders and small tremors started to shake her body.
Fenrir let out a noticeable gulp as he started to scoot away form Arial.
It is known that he himself, Fenrir Greyback, has made wizard history by being a notorious werewolf and also known of his savagery and his main skill of attacking and affecting small children during the full moon, so they, in turn, can be like him…
But when it comes to a woman, whom he can't seem to raise his hand or his voice to…
Now that's a different story…
He could only watch as she leaned forward on the pillow and slid her body out from underneath her.
Arial almost smiled as she heard a low groan as she felt her night shirt being raised up as she the rest of her body down.
"I know it was you. It was you…for the past two years, ever since I turned seventeen, I have been dreaming about you, in your wolf form…"
Fenrir didn't say anything as he readjusted himself on the luscious bed, trying to think of other ways of why shouldn't he just jump on her.
"But I know that this question I'm about to ask might be dumb, but why? Why of all times, did you go back into your human form and instead of chasing me around the forest, why did you…"
Arial stopped speaking as dark cold blue eyes stared in to her own.
She immediately groaned as she felt the cold air wrap around her exposed flesh and made her hug the pillow closer, hoping to find some comfort.
"To you the truth, I really don't know…at first I thought I just ate some bad meat the night before I meet you and I thought you were just another person I brought down but after a while, I begin to notice the difference in my wolf…"
Fenrir started to trail off as he notice the woman, sitting up on her knees and with a pillow over her head.
He was about to say something in regard of the fire in her eyes and the way she looked at him but was silenced when she spoke.
"Bad puppy…"
Before he could say anything back in retaliation, a big white block of fluff hit the top of his head…
… yeah… I'm 'effed up like that… deal with it…
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