Chương 4: Blood Moon

Present day

My head pounded as consciousness slowly returned, and I gingerly opened my eyes. Gradually, I rose from the double bed, discovering its layers of thick duvets and numerous soft throw pillows. Rubbing my eyes, I found myself in a spacious, warmly-lit room with a fireplace positioned to the left of the bed and a metallic door directly in front of me.

"What in the-"

My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden clang, and the door swung open, revealing a figure cloaked in a black quilt-like coat that cast shadows over everything except his head.

A gasp escaped me the moment his head lifted, and our gazes met.

The man possessed striking handsomeness, with features that were nothing short of breathtaking. His face was a canvas of symmetry, where a chiseled jawline and sculpted cheekbones framed captivatingly deep-set eyes, of a profound shade of blue.

His hair resembled freshly fallen snow and was a cascade of rich waves, which complemented his strong forehead and added to his magnetic aura.

His eyebrows knit together in a frown as he stared at me, and a sense of unease washed over my heart.

What now?

"He wants to see you," the mysterious man finally uttered, his resonant voice echoing through the room.

"Who is he?" I inquired, my heart making its way to my mouth in fear.

"Just get up, resisting isn't an option," declared the attractive man as he strode towards me, his hand gripping mine with an insistent force as he tried to drag me out of bed. I stubbornly resisted, and we engaged in a tug of war.

"No way! Release me!" I shrieked, delivering a slap to his face with my free hand. Our struggle halted abruptly, replaced by a chilling sense of dread.

His grip on my hand tightened, his once-blue eyes now transformed into a deep shade of black. In an instant, he hauled me off the bed, and I yelped when I hit the hard wooden floor.

"Jaxon, that's enough!" a commanding voice resonated, causing my fingers to tremble from the overpowering scent. Never before had I encountered an aura of such strength, such intimidation.

A different man entered the room, his presence dominating the space. The man I now knew to be Jaxon immediately lowered his head and moved aside, allowing the new man to get a look at me.

A surge of power. An overwhelming desire.

He was more handsome than Jaxon, if that was even believable. His features were a mix of rugged and refined, with a strong jawline and perfectly groomed facial hair that accentuated his masculinity. His eyes, a mesmerizing hazel with flecks of gold and his long wavy hair a shade of chocolate brown.

Dressed in a snug, dark red long-sleeved shirt, his biceps were prominently defined. He crouched in front of me, locking his gaze onto mine, as if discovering something within me, and I held my breath.

Observing him strangely soothed my discomfort, ushering in a sense of peace. His fragrance also offered a comforting sensation, leading me to ponder upon the identity of this intriguing man.

"What's your name?" he inquired, a chill evident in his gaze, making me feel an instant need to answer.

"Unatha," I whispered.

He stared at me for a few more heartbeats before standing to his full stature and shifting his gaze toward Jaxon.

Without another word, he exited the room, leaving me once more with Jaxon.

"Who are you?" I asked Jaxon as soon as the other man was out, pushing myself upright despite the searing pain in my butt.

Jaxon didn't respond. Instead, he strode to the door and slammed it shut, positioning himself beside it as if he was my personal bodyguard.

"Are you deaf?" I quipped, pacing around the room.

He remained tight-lipped, but his gaze was fixed on me.

"Alright, be that way. Can you at least tell me where I am and who you are? Also for how long have I been here?"

"You're in Blood Moon territory now, and you've been here for two days," he boomed.

"Two days?!" I exclaimed, shocked at how time had traveled so fast. I looked down and noticed I was no longer in my dress from Theo's declaration. Instead, I was clad in a short white dress with spaghetti sleeves.

Who undressed me?!

"Blood what? Is that a—"

My words were abruptly cut off by the door swinging open with a noisy creak. A stunning woman, her hair the same shade as Jaxon's, strode in. Her deep blue eyes mirrored his, and her skin carried a darker hue compared to Jaxon's paleness.

She's dressed in a purple tank top paired with black shorts, her snowy cascading curls bouncing with every step.

She must be his sister.

"I heard you brought back one of those werewolves. Zane told me you were in here," she began, looking around the room.

"Oh," she murmured, finally noticing me with an amused glint in her eyes.

A sudden bout of shyness overtook me, and my stomach rumbled embarrassingly loud.

Damn you, stomach!

The girl let out a melodious giggle and playfully smacked Jaxon on the chest.

"You mean fool. She hasn't had anything to eat?" she scolded Jaxon, who responded with an eye roll.

"Come on, dearie. Let's get you something to eat. You look like you've been through hell," she said, approaching me with a gentle smile and extending her hand.

"I'm Jakayla, and as you rightly guessed, I'm his sister." Her smile warmed my heart a tad, and I returned a weak one.

"Mind you, he's all bark and no bite," she whispered in my ear as she pulled me in, prompting a chuckle from me.

"I heard that," Jaxon mumbled, arms crossed over his chest.

"Never mind him now. Let's go get you something to eat, shall we?" Jakayla said, placing her left arm behind me and leading me out of the room, with Jaxon trailing behind us, his footsteps heavy and deliberate.

I was assigned to a petite bungalow, featuring a cozy kitchen and an additional room. The space was adorned with rustic wooden antiques, evoking a natural ambiance.

Upon our exit, I noticed the presence of three men stationed outside, assuming the roles of guardians. They were probably placed to ensure my confinement and prevent any uninvited guests from barging in. Jaxon stayed behind to talk with them as we left

My feet ached from the earlier frantic escape from the wolves, and suddenly, I felt a wave of weakness. The memory of Theo casting me aside also sent a sharp pang of pain to my chest.

Just as I was about to retreat further into my own thoughts, Jakayla's surprisingly coarse voice broke the silence.

"What's your name?"

We followed a bushy path that led away from the bungalow, revealing a grand mansion in the distance surrounded by other smaller houses. Probably the pack house.

"I'm Unatha," I replied with a hint of a choked voice. Jakayla's grip on me remained firm, as if she could sense my weakness.

"Do you understand why you're here, Unatha?" she inquired.

I nodded in response, and her lips curled into a determined smile.

As we approached the mansion, I gently gasped.

The mansion stood in all its grandeur, a vision of pristine white elegance. Its exterior was adorned with intricate details that shimmered in the sunlight, reflecting a sense of opulence and sophistication.

"It's much bigger than the pack house at Nightfang," I muttered to myself.

"Very well," she finally remarked, and she didn't speak another word until we stepped inside the expensive-looking mansion.

Two distinct staircases graced the entrance, elegantly adorned with what appeared to be gold accents, accompanied by delicate wolf motifs.

Jakayla guided me up the right staircase, leading to the next floor, where an entirely new world unfolded before us.

Guiding me through one of the many doors, the entrance unveiled a spacious kitchen. A colorful assortment of fruits rested upon the central island, while plates and glasses were neatly arranged in various cabinets.

A row of elongated stools encircled the island, and Jakayla's encouraging gesture prompted me to release a heavy sigh as I settled onto one of the stools, my feet still throbbing from earlier.

Amidst my swirling thoughts, the stark reality of my situation began to sink in.

"Are you up for some pancakes?" Jakayla inquired, retrieving a scarlet frying pan from a lower cabinet.

A smile escaped me as I responded, "Sure, anything is fine."

"We'll get you real food in a while. Jaxon went to fetch some pasta," she informed, her attention turning to the pristine white refrigerator tucked in a corner. From it, she extracted a jug of what I believed to be orange juice.

Yup. Definitely orange juice.

"He did?" I asked, puzzled by how she communicated this to him without a word spoken on our way here.

Pouring the chilled orange juice into a small mug, she handed it to me. I downed it in a single gulp, relishing the coolness that washed over me.

"Yes, you see, we're twins. Beyond the usual pack connection, we share a unique link. It allows me to easily communicate with him," she explained while beginning to whip up the pancake batter, cracking eggs and mixing them.

"Ah," I murmured, taking in the explanation.

Curiosity piqued, I inquired, "So, what exactly are you guys?"

"We're Lycans," came the response.

However, this time, it wasn't Jakayla who answered.

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