Layla's POV
Against the fire and smoke in the background, a boy's figure slowly emerged. He looked a bit older and much taller than me, wearing a drenching wet black cloak embroidered with patterns in gold threads. I couldn't tell what material this cloak was made of, but it looked extremely sophisticated and expensive. All the werewolves I had met were either wearing ragged shirts or uniforms.I had never seen a man wearing such a beautiful cloak before.But the thing that really impressed me was his honey-colored eyes. I had never seen any werewolves who possessed a pair of eyes in that color. They looked exotic and dangerous. In a dark forest with fire, rain, and smoke, they were sparkling like liquid amber. "Why do you look at me like that?" The boy asked, taking a step forward. His dark, tousled hair fell in charming disarray across his forehead. I was surprised by his sudden approach, so I flinched and bumped into a tree behind me, almost losing my balance. Just before I fell to the ground on my back, a pair of powerful arms caught me. I looked up and saw his flawless face, illuminated by the orange-colored light of fire, just above the tip of my nose. I had never been this close to a boy before, so naturally, I turned crimson. I wanted to push him away, but the smell on his cloak was completely irresistible. Werewolves are equipped with enhanced olfaction and we are particularly sensitive to the smell of our own kind. But on that day, while I was leaning in his arms, I felt hypnotized by the strange smell coming from him. Even with the strong smell of grass, rain, and smoke, I could still distinguish his smell. It was something very sophisticated, with layers of cedar and amber, associated with a touch of lavender. That was something very unexpected because werewolf boys usually smelt like sweat and shit. As I was completely petrified in his arms, I couldn't stop but sniff his arms."Are you sniffing me?" the boy asked. His voice was like the most pleasing melody coming from another dimension of the entire universe. I looked up at him with embarrassment, only to find out that he was staring at me. His rare honey-colored eyes were full of inquiry, while his perfect brows were marred with a frown.I had never been stared at by anyone like that before. Even my own father wouldn't give me such fully devoted attention. There was something special about this boy, but I couldn't tell what it was. I had a burning sensation on my face. It immediately spread all over my body. He lowered his head and leaned forward. "You felt so warm," he mumbled and placed a hand over my forehead. "Yet you're trembling. Are you sick?" His hand felt icy cold, which made me flinch again. "Who are you?" I frowned and asked. "Are you sent by my aunt to kill me?""I don't know what you're talking about," the boy replied in a serious voice. "I only kill people who have wronged me."The way he talked about it was so casual as if there was nothing wrong with taking people's lives away. I immediately panicked and pushed him away with all my force. He looked surprised, staring at me with confusion. Then, his lean body bent over a bit as if there was a cramp in his stomach. At that moment, I noticed that there there was blood on his shirt. "Are you hurt?" I asked in a panic. He didn't answer me. Instead, he lifted the hem of his shirt to check it out. I moved a bit closer and saw there was an open wound in his abdomen. The wound was a nasty one. It looked like a hole, with thick dark blood coming out of it. And it just wouldn't stop. Why doesn't it stop? I thought to myself. Werewolves, even the weakest Omegas, manage to heal themselves after they are injured. Maybe he's a human being? Is that why he felt so special to me?At that time, the rain stopped and the fire died out. The moon appeared behind the dark clouds, pouring its silver light all over the forest. In the dimly glowing moonlight, I finally realized what was special about this boy - His face was as pale as a ghost.Is that because he has lost too much blood? I thought. Without any hesitation, almost instinctively, I tried to move forward and cover his wound with my hands.But to my surprise, he lifted his head to snarl at me.I was taken aback and petrified because his face was twisted and I saw the razor-like sharp teeth hidden behind his perfect lips. Is he a vampire?! As the thought hit me, I felt the chill spreading down my spine. Even though I was a child, I knew that we werewolves were at war with vampires. Werewolf soldiers, being severely traumatized physically and mentally, would be carried back to our camp. The doctors and nurses would attend a few and bury the rest. Like what they had done to my mother. A terrifying thought flashed past my mind -Is this vampire boy going to kill me? I was so scared that my legs became jelly before I fell to the ground. Having witnessed my clumsy reaction, the vampire boy immediately regained his calm and charm. He moved forward and sat next to me. I was trying to withdraw, but there was a giant tree blocking my way from behind. I got nowhere to go.He sighed and asked in a soft voice, "Did I scare you?" The tenderness in his voice, combined with his pleasant smell, tranquilized me. "I'm not scared," I replied in a low voice. "But please don't hurt me."I had never begged for my life like this before. I suddenly felt a strong sense of humiliation from the bottom of my heart. If my mother was still alive, she would feel ashamed of me, begging for my life in front of an enemy like that. But the only thing was, my mother no longer existed.She died.As the thought emerged in my mind, I felt tremendously aggrieved.I couldn't withhold my anger and tears, so I let them all out. The boy looked a bit overwhelmed as I cried my eyes out in front of him.He was the one who got injured, but I ended up being the one who cried out like a melting candle. For a brief moment, the only sound in the forest was my weeping. Then, he shifted a bit toward me and asked in a tender voice, "If you aren't scared, then why are you crying?"I didn't reply and kept weeping. The boy looked at me curiously and said, "You remind me of my brother. He also cries a lot."Layla's POV"I... I... don't cry a lot..." I choked with sobs. I lifted my head to look at the boy. Tears blurred my views, so I had wipe them off with my sleeves.I thought the boy would walk away and leave me alone, but he didn't. Instead, he moved a bit closer to me, so I could lean on his shoulder. "OK, there, there. Everything will be alright." He mumbled in seemingly the softest voice he could do. Is he comforting his brother like this when he's crying? I thought to myself. I didn't want to lean against an enemy, but he was like a magnet that pulled me toward him. It took me a while before I figured out that this vampire boy was genuinely concerned about me.So I blew my nose and muttered, "My mother passed away today..."He sighed, gently patting my back while looking for something in his pocket. Then, he pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to me.I had never seen someone carrying a handkerchief around. I looked at him with an incredible look on my face. "Have it."
Layla's POVI couldn't remember what had happened to me later on that day.Everything was blurred by my tears and I didn't even bother to wipe them off. It seemed that I was found by some werewolf soldiers on patrol. They recognized me and took me to my father's place. I was locked up in a room and grounded. I couldn't remember the experience of imprisonment clearly, either, because I was too frightened and scared. I would wake up, think of my mother, cry my heart out until I was exhausted, and then, I would pass out. Whether I was awake or not, I would always keep that silver bullet in my hand. By holding it, I had the feeling that I was lying in that vampire boy's arms. Whenever I woke up at night, I would secretly hope that the vampire boy would come back and rescue me. When I finally managed to close my eyes and go back to sleep, the only thing I saw was his honey-colored eyes, which were filled with pain and sorrow.Then, I would wake up again because of the nightmare. T
Layla's POVIt is said that time flies past without leaving a trace.Just like time, the boy flew past my life, without leaving a trace except for the silver bullet that he gave to me. I wore the silver bullet on my neck as the boy told me. I covered it carefully with the collar of my shirt to conceal it and secretly kissed it goodnight before I fell to sleep. I didn't want anyone in our pack to see it, because the connection between me and this bullet pedant was so personal and intimate. Nobody in my pack looked at me anyway. I was a redundant, pathetic motherless she-wolf who was less favored by my father and the Moon Goddess. Some werewolves even claimed that I was cursed and doomed to bring bad luck to our pack. It was very obvious that my aunt Rosalie was the source of this rumor, but nobody seemed to care about challenging her or defending me. The rumor especially went viral after my father married Rosalie. And my father's new Luna forbade anyone to refer to me as the daugh
Layla's POV"Fuck! Let's run!" Zion screamed as he tried to run in the other direction away from our town. "Are you serious?" I grabbed Zion and stared at him with an incredible look on my face. "Our town is under attack by vampires. Our subjects are trapped in the town. Your Alpha is in the town. Your own mother is in the town. Are you trying to run away just like that?" "Shut up you stupid bitch!" Zion raised his voice. His voice became high-pitched when he was afraid. "We can't fight those vampires! They are way more powerful than us! And have you heard of the Vampire King? Nephrite Buchanan? He became mad when his parents were executed by our Lycan King and swore to kill every single werewolf on earth! He defeated the Lycan King's Royal Army! He forced Lycan King to kill himself for fuck's sake! We're the only existing werewolf pack and now he's coming at us! Do you think that you're more powerful than the Lycans?! You're a fucking she-wolf that can't even shift into a wolf! How
Layla's POV"You've killed him! You've murdered Mick!" I stood up with clenched fists and eyes ablaze. I felt that my spirit was shattered by this unthinkable crime. At the same time, fear accumulated in my heart. I had to bite my lips to control the torrent of emotions that swirled within me. "Fuck yeah, I did it." Zion approached me with the gun in his hands, gloating. He kicked Mick's body and said, "Isn't betrayal disappointing? Only dead people will never betray us, little cuz.""Don't touch him!" I raised my voice. My fear and vengeance transformed into anger, so I abruptly pushed him away from Mick's body.Zion grabbed my hand and roughly pulled me toward him. "What do you think you're doing, little whore? Hadn't your retarded human mother talked some common sense into your dumb head? Don't mess up with a man who's holding a gun in his hand!" "Let go of me!" I shouted in the crucible of my anger, trying to break away from his control.But I couldn't do it. He was twice my
Layla's POVWhen I opened my eyes again, my head was buzzing. The whole world was swirling in front of me. I felt that I couldn't breathe, because something heavy was pressing against my chest. Then, I managed to use all my force to push whatever was on top of me away. Feeling panicked and confused, I struggled to sit up, but I failed. Lying on the ground, I opened my mouth as widely as I could just to intake as much oxygen as possible. What happened? I thought to myself while trying to clench my fists.The tip of my fingers touched something hot and sticky. I lifted my hand to check what was on my hand, only to find that it was covered in blood. What happened to me? Is this my blood? I tried to sit up and check if there were any injuries on my body, but I failed again. I just wasn't able to collect enough energy to sit up yet. However, I could move my head. So, I tilted my head to see what was happening. At almost the same time, I saw Zion's lifeless eyes. To be more spec
Layla's POVThe man stared at me while turning the gun for a few rounds, using his long, slender fingers. I thought he was playing with it before eventually pulling the trigger until I saw the gun magazine pop open and the bullets in the gun falling on the ground like the beads of a broken necklace. I automatically touched my collar, where the silver bullet was hidden behind. The man took a look at me and handed the gun to Leo. Leo immediately took it while staring at the man with a pair of puppy eyes. The man sighed and said, "I asked you to take her back to the camp. I didn't ask you to let her play with a lethal weapon." Leo blushed again and said in an awkward, trembling voice -"My Lord, I'm utterly sorry! I was distracted because she wasn't wearing anything... I mean, no! She was wearing a shirt, but not a skirt... I mean, I saw her legs and..."A mysterious, naughty smirk flashed on the side of the man's perfect lips. Then, it disappeared, replaced by his deadpan face."W
Layla's POV"Don't come closer, or I'll...""What will you do? " The man said and untied a few brass buttons beneath his collar before loosening his tie. Is he going to take off his clothes in front of me?! Is he going to take advantage of me?! It is said that vampires are salacious creatures. They basically fuck whatever that is moving in front of them.So now, is he going to fuck me... in the middle of a forest?!I looked around hopelessly, trying to look for something that could be thrown at him.I found nothing but grass and dirt. However, he didn't do anything else except loosening his collar and tie. Against fire and smoke in the background, his chiseled, flawless feature looked like a Greek marble statue.This scene reminded me of what happened in the forest eleven years ago. On that day, a boy, who also had dark hair and a pair of sapphire eyes, made a promise to come back and take me away. Maybe he could remember who I am if I reminded him?I decided to give it a try