Chapter Two

' Please don't kill me " - I stuttered as I looked down at the wolf who has not taken his eyes off me.

I began to visibly shiver both from fear and lack of clothing to keep me warm in this misty and breezy forest. The wolf ran towards everyone, there was a quiet and inaudible growl. The man that had chained me to this wall embarrassingly walked towards me and grabbed a set of keys from his pocket. As he reached over me to unlock the cuffs from my hands, I noticed that he had a symbol on the side of his right neck, just under his ear. It was a symbol that represented one of the wolf packs. Those that belonged to the Blood Hill Willows. They were the most dangerous and fierce pack of wolves, I read about them in mother's books and they were often spoken off between the witches. Rumour has it, that my great grandmother had worked beside the Alpha wolf. They were in need of a powerful witch, she willing helped them but was later killed by an enemy wolf pack from the Terror Woodlands. Since then, the witches try to keep distant from the wolves and stay far away from the woods.

My hands slipped through the cuffs and my body was impatiently pulled down by gravity. I fell on the hard, rocky floor and was now covered in sand and dust. I try to sit up but notice that the wolf was watching me.

Suddenly, there was a loud and scary howl as he ran towards me. He ran beside me and in one swift movement grabbed me and flung me across him. I was now positioned over his back. My legs stretched over him and hanging across both sides. I was riding a wolf. I turn my head back to see the rest of them all transformed to wolves, howling in unison. He was going too fast, I grabbed onto his neck for support as he continued to run.

After a long ride, he stopped at an isolated and dark part of the forest. It was so clustered with trees and grass that I could not see beyond two metres. I jump off the wolf's back, the grass is as long as my legs. The wolf stands in front of me, the fear that I had a minute ago had left me. I notice that there was no hate or intention to hurt me in his bright, golden yellow eyes. I stepped back as he transformed from wolf to man. He was breathtakingly gorgeous. Devilishly handsome, I stood back unintentionally admiring his strong chiselled jawline, muscular well defined body, his dark brown hair with a strand that fell over his eye and his now light grey sparkly eyes. He continued to stand across without saying a word. I snap out of my daydream and finally ask the question that has been on my mind since the second I saw him.

' Who are you? ' - I calmly whispered and stepped back as he stepped forward.

He grabbed my shoulder and his hands slowly travelled around my lower chest and then gently up my neck until they stopped at my lip. I have been surrounded by witches my whole life but nothing felt as magical and intense as his touch. I felt his breath on my skin as he touched my ear with his lips.

' I have been waiting 300 years for you, searching, hunting, killing... 300 years to touch you, to finally take what's mine ' - he softly and seductively whispered in my ear.

He forcefully grabbed me towards him and looked deeply into my eyes. His hands now touching my bare skin on my waist. He takes a deep breath.

' why did you make this do difficult, did you not want me to find you ? Or did they tell you to keep running. Did you run for 300 years? ' - he asked all these questions but I stood still confused.

How could I have been running for 300 years? I could not be alive since I'm only human. I have only been alive for 23 years and I have never had any reason to run away from him. I did not even know about him until today.

' I think you have the wrong person, I don't have any Blood Hill mark and neither did i live for 300 years. ' - I fearfully reply

He smirks and does not break eye contact. There was a deep sexual attraction between us.

What he said next made me question my entire life! Not the last 23 years but the last 300.

' The mark they are looking for will only be visible on your original body. It does not carry onto each body that you reincarnate into. You were born 300 years ago in my Woodlands. You are rightfully my mate and I have been looking for you all these years. There is a lot that I need to tell you but that can wait, I need a moment with my future Queen. ' - he said

' I don't understand, why wouldn't I remember this ? ' - I curiously asked

' I don't know Elvira, but I am relieved that I have finally found you ' - he said and gently rubbed his nose against mine.

That was probably a wolf thing.

' Elvira ' - I repeated and had a distant memory of my grandmother and mother locked for 2 days in one of their rooms trying to perform a complex and high leveled spell. I was too little to remember everything that they had said or recognise what kind of magic they were doing but one thing I could distinctly and vividly recall was them both screaming out the name ELVIRA!!!

They never told me who that was or what was the reason they called her, they never spoke of that day ever since.

What was Elvira? Was it a person or something that people called out?

I don't understand why but I felt a very strong and emotional attachment to it. Whatever or whoever Elvira was, I could feel myself having some sort of connection towards it.