Boundaries crossed

Lyanna

 I just stare the boots, too shaken to look up to his face.

What do I do?

He sniffs in the air, "You're definitely not a werewolf," there's a pause, "Are you a Faery?"

 My heart drops to my stomach as he asks that question. If I say yes, I'm cooked, if I say no, he'll figure out I'm lying, and I'll also be cooked.

 With trembling lips, I managed to say a yes.

 There's another lingering pause before he speaks up, "Look at me."

 I refuse to move my head. I'm not getting my head blown off so soon.

 "Faery lady? Look up at me."

 I still don't move, my limbs are in a mess already, I wouldn't want further damage.

 I hear him sigh, "Rebellious ladies these days," he stoops to my level.

 Before I know what's going on, I feel his finger on my chin. With one swift movement, he lifts my face to look him in the eye.

 My jaw shamelessly drops.

This werewolf came out of heaven because who gave him the right to look this fine?

 Golden hair that reaches his shoulders, his eyes are a dark share of grey, his nose perches boldly on his face like that of an eagle's beak, his lips are full, and a kissable shade of red. Though his ears are oddly large, this face before me is delicious!

 "What the heck?" I gawk at him.

He freezes as soon as his eyes meet mine, his eyes goes wide as if he's just discovered something horrific.

 "What are you?" He asks me, his voice dripping with an emotion close to horror.

 "Uhm, a faery obviously?" I suddenly grimace, pulling my chin away from his hand.

 He still stoops there, frozen to his spot, "This can't be possible!" He suddenly snaps making jerk forward, completely falling out of the bush.

 I've sprained my ankle-- again!

 "Why are you suddenly acting as though you saw a witch or something?" I groan, sitting up and rubbing my ankle.

 "Mate," he finally growls.

 Mate? What's..

My mother used to say werewolves usually got married by meeting their mates, and giving them marks. That made them soulmates forever.

 My heart drops when I realize what he means by that.

 "Excuse me? You do know I'm a faery right? What's the matter with you? We're supposed to be enemies."

 He hisses at my words, "I know that, that's why I'm as shocked as you are," he rubs his forehead.

 I shake my head, "There's no way that's possible. Your wolf is probably ravished to see a beauty like me," I flip my hair.

 He grimaces at my words, "Tch. If I had my way, I wouldn't even look at you twice. Now get up."

 "Rude," I scowl at him.

 "Don't waste my time, stand up," he snaps.

 Why is he all grumpy all of a sudden?

 "My ankle is sprained, can't you see that?" I whimper, still rubbing my sore ankle.

 "I wasn't the one who asked you to be so foolish you would cross boundaries," he grits his teeth.

 How dare this man have a pretty face and an awful mouth?!

 "Hey! Watch your--" 

He yanks me off the ground before I can finish my sentence.

 "Ow!" 

 "Listen, you have to leave from here quickly. If anyone else sees you, they'd kill you."

 His words, for some reason, warm my heart in a strange way. He is sparing my life!

 "Why did you come here in the first place?"

My face heats up, "I came.. for my tennis ball."

 His expression turns into one of disbelief, his mouth slightly agape.

 "Where are you from?" 

 "The faery kingdom, obviously.."

 He palms his face. From that expression, I can tell he is done with me.

 "Isn't it the ball behind you?"

 I swirl around immediately to find my ball sitting pretty behind the bush!

 "Yes!" I chuckle, grabbing it.

 "I thought I lost you," I place a kiss on it.

 "Now leave."

 I look up at him with a small smile, "Thank you very much.."

 "You talk too much, leave from he--"

 "Lucien?"

 A feminine voice cuts him short.

 Lucien? What a pretty name.

 Lucien looks up. Furthermore, his eyes almost pop out of his sockets.

 "This is the strange lady Alpha Kaelith. I knew there was someone new in this territory!"

 I freeze in terror, my blood running cold.

 Lucien looks down at me with a stern expression, "I warned you."

 My heart begins to pound against my rib cage once more, the trembling sensations returns to my arms and feet.

 Oh goodness, am I going to die?

 "Lucien, please don't tell me that's a faery!" The male voice booms.

 Lucien doesn't respond. He presses his lips into a thin line, his eyes darting around as if he's thinking of something.

 "What do I do?" I whisper.

 "Go get that faery! Now!" He yells.

 Oh gosh.

 I try to run for my life, but the terror in me is greater than my legs. 

 "I don't see any reason why you would want to die!" Lucien growls at me, and in that instant, I feel my legs sweep off the ground.

 He hurls me over his shoulder, making a run to the wall.

 "Lucien! Stop! Stop right there! You would not betray your pack like this!"

 "What the fuck!" He swears under his breath.

 I finally have a glimpse of his father's face, but I'm not able to register his face before Lucien speaks up.

 "Brace yourself, princess," he booms.

 "What?"

 In the next few seconds, I'm flying over the wall.

 That motherfucker threw me over the wall!

 Everything is happening so fast, I can't even think of a spell to save myself.

 THUD!

 I land to the ground with a heavy thud. I'm sure this time around, my legs must have been broken.

 "Lyanna!" I hear my mother scream.

 "Lyanna! Lyanna! Oh my goodness, is she okay?" My father's voice slices through the air.

 I hear feet rushing, some screaming, and my mother's voice wailing my name.

 My head is ringing loudly, while my eyes flicker with heaviness. Then everything goes black.