"Put me down!" Maris exclaimed when she was free from the mini paralysis she was having with her hands still secured around the unknown person's neck. His smell was pretty familiar.

He didn't stop, he kept running and taking routes Maris wasn't familiar with. She could hardly keep her eyes open because the breeze filled her eyes and made them teary.

With a thumping heart, she yelled again, "Put me down!"

Suddenly, he stopped and released her legs, sending her to the ground on her buttocks. She winced, shutting her eyes tight.

"What the hell?" She tried to catch her breath with her back flat on the grass. "Who are you?"

There was no reply, but the sound of him breathing heavily made it's way to her ears and she raised her head up to look at the mysterious person.

"You!" Her eyebrows kissed each other in anger when she recognized him to be the boy who hugged her at her working place. "What the hell do you want from me?"

He was handsome. His brows were a little bit bushy, but he had a pointed nose that sat gracefully above Cupid bow lips.

She stood up and tightened her fists, wishing she could forget them on his eyes. She eyed him from head to toe and felt a pang of hatred in her heart for him.

"I need your cooperation, ma'am," He answered softly with a curt bow.

"I don't understand what is going on." She raked her fingers in her hair and took in a deep breath. "You kidnapped me from my car and expect me to cooperate?"

"You're in danger, Maris." He straightened the collar of his red check shirt.

"What in Sannaville are you yapp-" she hesitated then a frown crawled upon her face. "How do you know my name is Maris?"

His eyes softened and she could have sworn she saw his cheeks heating up for a minute before he wore a flat look.

"That isn't important... You're in danger and-"

"You're a stalker and you kidnapped me," she said through gritted teeth and drilled a hole into his forehead.

"Not exactly, but I'm serious about the danger... Would you just listen to me?" He raised his hands in the air.

"No!" She exclaimed and stomped her feet on the ground, close to a tree with her chest heaving.

The tree shook and the birds flew out from it. Apples fell from the tree.

"Ouch!" She held her head because an apple had made harsh contact with her head. "Did I do that?"

She directed her gaze to the boy who watched her in amazement.

"What did you do to me!" She screamed. "I'm very sure you're the reason my eyes sparked and this," she raised her fist to his face and pointed at the red bruise on it. "You also caused this."

"No, I didn't." His elf like ears moved up and down.

"Yes, you-"

Maris didn't get to finish her sentence because a wolf howled and he glanced at the sky with worry lines forming on his forehead.

Maris crouched with a hand on her stomach when she felt an intense pain in it. She groaned and clutched her stomach the more, feeling like the blood running through her veins had been boiled.

"Oh, no. It's becoming strong." The boy muttered. "We need to get out of here, they are coming." He stated when another wolf howled.

"Who are they?" Maris managed to speak amidst the pain she was feeling.

"Just hop on my back."

"So you could kidnap me?" She stood upright with bug eyes. "No, thank you."

"We do not have much time, hop." He tapped on his back.

Maris folded her arms against her chest with an 'I don't care' face. "No."

"That's it." He growled and his fangs elongated, but he shielded them with his lips and marched towards her.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"This." He lifted her up from her knee and placed her on his shoulder, her head and limbs hanging down his body.

"Let me be!" She banged her fists on his back, but he was way stronger than her.

"Brace yourself." His voice sounded deeper than before.

"W-"

He cut Maris short by running so fast, she was bopping up and down on his shoulders.

"...hy me!" She cried.

*************

Something tugged the insides of her stomach and she peeled her eyes open. She found herself in a cave and on a mat made out of straw.

Her heart skipped a beat when the thought of being devoured by wolves filled her head and she turned to the right, only to bump into the chest of the guy that had abducted her.

He didn't have any shirt on and his long eye lashes hugged each other. She instantly became jealous.

How can a guy has longer lashes than me?

Her subconscious questioned and she rolled her eyes before concentrating on his face. His lips were alluring and they matched her pink nail polish. He breathed softly and a small smile graced his lips, which she couldn't help, but to mirror.

He was fast asleep and innocent looking like a baby. Her heart fluttered when his dimples were in sight.

She drifted her gaze to his chest and studied every mark and hair on it, wondering where he had gotten a particular scar on his shoulder. She was comfortable in his arms for some reasons.

Her eyes went higher again and her stomach tied itself into knots.

His eyes are beautiful when he's asleep. Wait, what?

"Staring must be your hobby."

She sat up immediately and her cheeks heated up when she realized he was awake. Her red hair covered her face and he sat up, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Calm down." He tucked her hair behind her ear and it sent tingles down her arms and ankles. Weird.

"Why have I been abducted by you to live in this," she paused and looked around the cave. "This stinky cave."

"I haven't abducted you, Maris." He answered, his hands on her shoulder.

"Then what have you done?" She shoved his hand and got to her feet.

"Protecting that belongs to me." He replied and got to his feet.

"You're insane, how do I belong to you?" She questioned with disgust written all over her face.

"Consort is how." He moved closer to her and grabbed both her shoulders. "You have to trust me, Maris."

His voice was raspy and the way he called her name did something to her insides. She shoved the feeling off and replaced it with anger.

"What ever." She pushed him away and sat on the mat, pulling out her phone and going through her gallery.

She stumbled on the disturbing image of a naked man who appeared to be a Greek God. Her nose wrinkled when she looked below his waist.

Wait, so it wasn't a dream? Her subconscious asked and she gulped. Was she really in danger?

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Just stumbled on something disturbing." She reluctantly answered, her eyes never leaving the phone screen.

"Can I see?" He asked, extending his hand to him and she obliged.

"What, you have the devil's nudes?!"

"Devil's nudes?!" Maris' throat went dry and her heart picked up it's pace, followed by sweaty palms.

"You're in great danger, Maris."

Maris began to shiver internally when he had told her Dracula was after her for the devil's nudes and a certain entity that had gotten into her the night she took the picture.

"What am I going to do?" Her lips trembled and she held onto his arm.

"I'm going to protect you. It's a bit surprising you're still alive." He stated and she threw stare daggers at him. "My name is Logan by the way."

He stretched out his hand for a handshake, but Maris only gave him a long skeptical look.

"Logan?" She squinted her eyes when she heard whispers in her head. "Can you hear that?"

She looked around and Logan followed her gaze. "Hear what?"

"Those weird whispers." She poked her fingers into her ears and wiggled them.

"You're strange." He narrowed an eye at her and she stopped what she was doing to glare at him.

"Says the person that has been stalking me." Maris hissed and walked to the other side of the cave.

She held out her palms to the fire that was burning in their midst to keep her warm.

"What took you to their sacred place?" He questioned and she frowned at him.

"What sacred place?" She tilted her head to the right and gazed at the tall boy, still standing shirtless in front of her.

"Where you took the picture of his butt." He answered dryly.

"I have no idea." She stroked her chin.

They finally decided to continue their journey and he led her out of the cave. Just when they were few meters from the cave, they heard distant snapping of bushes and Logan pushed Maris behind him, trying to protect her from whatever it was.

He sniffed the air and his fangs shot out, his forehead wrinkling with low growls coming out of his mouth.

"What's that smell?" Maris asked, looking from behind Logan.

"Rogues." Dry toned Logan. "And werehyenas."

Maris clung on to his shirt as fear enveloped her. She regretted meeting him because he had done nothing, but to bring mischief into her life. They sounded closer and Logan's ears twitched before he spun to lock gazes with Maris.

"There's something that needs to be done, but I'm sorry for it's going to really hurt." He stated and moved closer to her.

"What are you doing?" She asked, a suspicious look on her face.

He didn't reply so she took a step back, her heart already picking it's pace.

"I'm sorry." He muttered then cupped her cheeks with affection and the softest eyes that he could muster. "I'll have to change you into one of us."

"Us who?" She shivered, paralyzed by his touch.

"Werewolves." He answered and she frowned before it turned to a smile that could not be contained.

"Aren't you just crazy?" She guffawed, pushing his hands off her cheeks and clutching her stomach. "Werewolves?"

A frown creased his brows and he held his hand behind his back, picking a little offense in the way she laughed.

"Do you take me for a fool?" She questioned, pointing at her chest. "From the devil is after to werewolves... Like what else would you say exists, dogmen?"

"Yes, they exist." He answered and she laughed.

Maris thought everything was ridiculous so she turned to walk away, but Logan gripped her wrist and drew her to his body. Their lips were a whisper away and it made Maris to feel sick in the gut, but in a good way.

His breath fanned her face and she heaved, boobs plastered to his chest that she could feel his heart beat. She gazed down at his lips and craved them like they were her life line.

Suddenly, he pulled her closer and leaned in. She closed her eyes shut, anticipating the feel of his plump lips on hers, but something else happened. Maris felt a sharp pain on the side of her neck, causing her to snap her eyes open immediately.

She screamed, feeling the pain shooting down her entire body as he sank his canines deep into her skin. Her palms were flat on his chest as she tried to push him away, but he was strong.

Her eyes rolled skyward and her body became limp like all the energy in her had been sucked out.

Just when he pulled out his mouth, she fell to the ground with a blurry vision.

"I'm sorry, but I had to so you can be able to protect yourself... The rogues are coming." He growled and Maris got to her feet, feeling dizzy.

"What did you do to me and what are you?"

"A werewolf, an alpha to be precised." He answered, interlocking fingers with her as they proceeded into the forest.

"Where-" Maris got cut off by the loud growling of wolves. Brown and dirty werewolves with an unpleasant smell encircled Maris and Logan. "Oh, no."

Logan pushed her behind him and snarled, his hand secured on her back.

Logan transformed into a big white wolf and one of the rogue's launched at him, sending him to the ground. Fear had a tight grip on Maris as she watched them battle on the ground. Logan bit the neck of the wolf and it yelped.

Maris turned and almost peed on her body when she saw one of the wolves snarling at her. It jumped in an attempt to bite Maris, but Logan struck at the wolf.

Out of no where, Maris confidence bar increased to a hundred percent and she stood, rolling her fist and clenching her jaw.

Instantly, she put her fingers in her mouth and whistled so loud it got the attention of all the wolves.

"Stop fighting at once!" Her voice sounded like a whistle and it made the wolves to fall and whimper. "Get up!"

They stood up like they were her stringed puppets.

Her face was flat and her eyes were a deep shade of grey.

"Rogues, fight till you kill yourselves." She ordered through gritted teeth.