Chapter 8 - Lycans, werewolves and the Moon Goddess

Amelia’s point of view:

While returning back home the next day, I frowned when I noticed a black figure looming by my apartment. Feeling a burst of anger through my chest, I decided that enough was enough.

Without wasting a second, I screamed and dashed towards the figure that froze like a deer caught in headlights.

I grabbed the sides of his waist in a hip-lock and knocked him off his feet. I glanced down at him when he grunted out in pain while gripping his right arm. Feeling a pain shot up my right arm, I hissed.  

I stared at Alejandro in shock when he lifted the hood off his head.

“It’s you!” I grimaced when his face twisted in pain.

“I’m so sorry.” I exclaimed. “It serves you right.” I whispered through gritted teeth. My breath hitched as he swiftly looked up at me. Did he hear me? Impossible! I got rid of that thought.

I held out a hand to help him up but he adamantly hoisted himself back on his fee