Chapter 1 - The Savior

Sarah's POV

Sometimes boredom makes you take risks you wouldn't usually take.

When you are out in the wild, you should stay in the house. Even if you hear whimpers and little cries from outside.

I am the only one here. I have to save.

I stop my thoughts because I realize my savior complex is coming out. I lift my mouth corners.

I remember the explanation from my psychology book: "A savior complex describes this need to "save" people by fixing their problems."

I remember the "cure for this".

"You only control yourself!

Everyone faces distress sometimes. That's part of life. Other people's problems are just that — their problems."

I tell my mantra in my head. As I start the second round I am interrupted by the whimpers.

Fuck this! It's an animal, not a human. I can save him. I lost enough time with this.

Just do.

Think later.

I open the door of the house. And I follow the cries. My vision is accustomed to the dark because I was drinking water with the lights off.

After a few meters, the whimpers are stronger. I can only distinguish movement because the moon has been covered by clouds.

I use my ears and my hands. When the noise is stronger I get in a squat position.

Next to what feels like a bush, there is a little ball as soft as my favorite blanket.

I get him in my arms. His whimper stops.

He is shivering. Also, why is he wet? It didn't rain and it is not morning yet. Realizing maybe is blood I start moving faster.

A few growls disturb the silence of the night.

I stop and as I turn my head towards the sound. I can see a few pairs of eyes. Glowing eyes.

I connect the dots in my head.

My next thought has only 5 letters: Wolfs.

Do I have their pup in my hand or they come to finish him? I don't want to risk his life so I act.

I ran towards the door.

I hear the branches and the bushes moving.

I hear their paws on the ground.

I ran faster.

Only one meter and we are safe.

I feel its breath on my back. And I smell it. Someone should brush his teeth.

I hear the crack of his temporal-mandibular joint. I feel his mouth opening.

I get the pup closer to me. I feel a strong need to protect him. And I let my costume to grow on my neck and head. It is a younger magical beast, at 100 years it has only cellular form. I made a bond with it, but we can't communicate yet. I can just make modifications of its form.

It appears like a mole on my body when in it's his original form. I use it as my body costume, but I have to use clothes on top of it because it is to fit and shows all my curves.

"We are coming." I hear Queen's voice in my head.

Queen and King are my other two magical beasts. I formed a blood pact with them almost six years ago. They are a little bigger than my hand, but they can grow and be as big as the alpha werewolves. But a feline version.

They are three hundred years old and can communicate with me, mind link me just like werewolves. They still don't have a human form. Another hundred years until they will have that ability. Queen is black and white, while King is orange with light stripes.

I feel someone embracing me. He engulfs me in his arms. I feel the rumored sparks where he touches me. It's a feeling like you have ants walking on your skin, in a pleasing way.

"Don't come. "I mind linking Queen and King." I can handle it".

I feel the body over me tensing. And a little push from behind. He bends towards his right side. Then I hear a loud sound, as something hit the forest floor. I see with my right eye a shadow falling.

The person hugging me, growls.

I hear whimpers coming from around us.

I grab the hand that is resting on my right shoulder and drag the hand's owner into the house.

I let go of his hand and go into the bathroom to wash the pup. And to treat his wounds.

I switch on the light and go to the shower. Clean. Disinfect.

"It is not his blood. He is fine. After a shower and some rest, he should be back to normal." A man's voice wakes me from my thinking.

I just nod. And don't ask how he knows these facts. And I don't turn my head towards him.

I continue washing the pup.

After I put the pup in a towel, I start talking to the man whose gaze didn't stop following me.

"You were right. He has no injury. He should be.." I don't finish my sentence because when I turn around I realize.