Chapter 75

Miguel's Pov

Wolves

Wolves everywhere.

The wolves are at least twenty in number, seventeen fighting against three identical snow coloured wolves.

I let out a shriek, one so loud it can actually wake the dead from sleep.

Who knows what have happened to the trips.

Did they run away when they saw the wolves?

Have they been devoured by the said wolves?

My shrieking seems to alert all the wolves since they stopped their war to look at me.

Oh God, now am totally finished.

The fighting wolves changed course, more than three of them darts towards me.

I screamed, turning it enter the house, but it was locked ( the disadvantage of having an automatic lock).

I tugged on it, but it wasn't budging.

How in God's name did I get in this mess? i should have at least listened to them when they instructed I stay in the house, but I being the stubborn person I am was more intent on knowing exactly's happening outside the house, and now I've seen, I wish I didn't see.

The sight of the wolves brought back a memory I forgot when I was rescued; the memory of those possesed males turning into demonic wolves.

Is it the same with this wolves? are they the ones who kidnapped me before? are they here to take me back to their town?

I can't stop the shiver that racked in through me at the thoughts of this wolves actually been the ones who kidnapped me.

Without the now missing Trips I don't think I will actually evade this wolves even if I tried.

Turning ( I backed the wolves to tug on the door; a very bad move on my part.

Survival  101 states that in a battle even in most aspect in the life, never turn your back to either your enemy or your opponent. The new strikers strike on the back) 

I was met with a confusing scene. I don't know how possible it is, but I think the snowy wolves are actually fighting to protect me, 

Two of the three have wounds on their hind leg, but the other still strived to make sure no wolf came towards me.

So far five of the seventeen wolves are down, four wounded, two running away, the other six fought like well trained wolves.

They fought like ones who got complete training in fighting.

I continued looking at the sight in front of me with no means of escape.

At least if I die know I will I will die happy because I lived to see the fighting of fierce wolves.

From the side, three wolves emerged. One have a pure red fur, while the other two have black furs.

As soon as they ran towards the fight, they each took a place beside the snowy white wolves.

And not before long, they have the carcass of the fifteen wolves( two ran away during the fight. Remember?) littered on my the floor.

I watched in surprise as the three new wolves that came in walked towards the place the two escapees ran to.

It's probably to check if the two are closer to the place.

A low growl of pain made me snap my head fast to look at the snowy white wolves. One of them have fallen on the floor, the others trying to carry him, but can't.

I looked at the wolves not knowing exactly what to do.

I don't know if they will hurt if I approach their injured brother.

Cautiously I approached the wounded wolf, walking as slowly as I can to avoid spooking his friends, brothers or whatever wolves call their kin.

Surprisingly the wolves parts to make way for me to approach their wounded brother.

"Thank you,"  I tell them before dropping to my knees to cradle the fallen wolf.

I don't know what got into me, neither did I know how I got the boldness to approach wolves who are likely to devour me if I so much as step out of line.

"You will be okay," I  murmured caressing the fur as soothingly as I can to tell him someone actually cared.

I know am a fool for thinking wolves as dangerous as them can be quite entertaining, but I can't help feeling sorry for being the cause if his injury.

The more I caressed him, the more he shakes. I thought it's his reactions to either my touch or the injury he have on his body, but what I saw next made my eyes boggle out if it's socket( okay it's still there, but I don't think it will be there for long)

The wolf completely morphed into Daniel, and those two closer to me turned out to be Damien and Donald.

"Christ! "

I rose to my feet faster than I think possible; my eyes on it's final strain.

I looked from Daniel to his brothers and back at him, my heart racing more than a mile a minute "what's happening here?"

I can't actually accept what my eyes are trying to tell me.

Could it be they're actually wolves or part of the possesed.

"Calm down Miguel we will explain,"  Donald looks like he will love to be anywhere than here.

"Explain that you aren't humans? explain why you kept this part of yourself hidden from me? explain that you three aren't who I thought you three to be?"

I can't believe I fell for non humans, typical Miguel to be as stupid as this.

How on earth did I end up with such a misfortune? 

Falling for males who will likely kill me to avoid exposure.

"Please Miguel, you've got to at least listen to us. We're sorry for keeping things from you, please hear us out." 

I slowly started taking a step back.  I need to be out if here before they decide they don't want to talk civilly.

A stitch in time saves nine they say, running in time will save my life.

"Please don't come after me, I won't expose you to anyone." I  told them before breaking out into a run.

It's better I try to escape before they catch me and kill me, that for me not to try and escape.