Helena, returns to her beautiful hometown after a long time away. She wanted a fresh start in her old town, where she spent most of her childhood. She stayed atparent's farmhouse, which was perfect as she was looking to move on from a bad breakup. She settles in quietly and is optimistic. She meets Aaron, a werewolf while taking a walk in the woods one morning. He was in his wolf form, and badly wounded. He begged her to help him as he was lost, and couldn't go to the hospital. She agrees out of kindness and takes him to her home. There, she tends to his wounds and helps him recover. He confided in her with his past and present. He told her all the stories from his childhood. He was awfully weird, but fascinating. She was surprised by his transformation stories. The emotional turmoil he went through while trying to figure out who he really was and why he didn't really fit in. She wished she was there to shield him while he struggled. She felt a connection with him. Something she had never felt with anyone before now, not even her ex, Caleb. Caleb had left Helena broken and destroyed, but he realised his mistakes and tried getting her back. Helena is torn between her feelings for Caleb, and the peace she feels with Aaron. There is a constant battle in her heart. Her guard was also up against Aaron, since she wasn't sure who to trust. Slowly, Aaron broke down her defenses with his caring and attentive attitude. He too had developed strong feelings for this human and wasn't willing to let her go. He was protective, obsessed, and was going to do whatever it took to keep her safe. Helena was giving in to his charm, and there was no stopping her. There was something Aaron didn't tell her Helena though, he was the next in line for position of pack leader in his realm, and soon, his people would come searching for him. He hid this secret from her, until it was a tad too late. There was something not so perfect about Helena's little town, and it was the presence of dark mysterious forces that also haunted her. The history of the town was never brought up during her childhood, and now, it was fighting back. With apprehension, she and Aaron uncover her family's darkest secrets, and figure out a way to set her free. The town is shadowed by dark spirits, mystery and secrets. Bound by their intertwined faith, they must battle not only for their love but also for the picturesque town they call home. As secrets surface and allegiances falter, they navigate through the shadows to uncover their destined path. Theirs is a love that's forbidden, but impossible to extinguish
Chapter 1 Death
Aaron's POV.
I ran, as fast as I could. He was right behind me. Growling. His mouth foamed with rage. Why did I do this? We were in the middle of the forest, far far away from our home. I crashed my back leg on a tree trunk as I sped past. Shit! That was definitely broken. But I had to keep going. My pulse drummed in my ears. Tension held my chest tight. I was getting weaker. Werewolves can only run for so long. But him? I glanced back. He was still hot on my tail, looking at bloodthirsty as ever. Doesn't this guy burn out? I cursed myself inwardly and kept going. I sped through a large valley of bushes when something caught my eye. A small dark shadow. I recognized it all too well. My foot lost balance as I crashed into a tree. Never get distracted while you're being chased by your killer. Noted.
I looked behind me, wary. There he was. His jaw stretched into a thin smile. Dangerous, menacing. Like he was giving me a final moment of preparation before he tore me to shreds. I cursed under my breath. This was it. Killed by a fellow wolf. How ironic. I used to think the humans would be my end, even though I was at least 10 times stronger. Alot of of werewolves were going missing everyday, and we knew the reason all too well. Humans were capturing us and studying our biology. They wanted to know why we were the way we were.
Our genetic makeup, and probably how they could become one of us, or subject us to their bidding. I wonder-
There it is again. The dark shadow I saw earlier. Wtf?
Ryker grabbed me by the throat, lifting my limp body into the air. He roared loudly. I was way too fazed to care. I'm gonna die anyway. I didn't need his gloating. A faint discoloration materialized behind him. Huh?
I narrowed my eyes.
Shit.
I had only seen three of demons in my life. And they were far beyond deadly.
The demon walked towards Ryker, slowly, carefully. Ryker was too busy thinking of where to start with me that he didn't notice the presence. Soon however, he would. His teeth dug into my shoulder, sharp and fast. He dug another teeth, severing the tendons in my chest. I howled loudly, trying to wriggle away. He was too strong. My eyes began closing slowly. I was loosing blood, fast. Ryker was about to dig his teeth into my neck, and suddenly, he stopped. His eyes narrowed. Here we go.
He pushed me onto the floor and sniffed. He turned around. A small yelp escaped his throat as he came face to face with the demon. I smirked. The demon might kill me too, but I wanted to see Ryker die first.
The demon looked as it felt. Tall, huge build, bright red skin, dark piercing eyes, long brown hair and an arrow shaped tail. I shuddered. I felt a sharp pang in my chest. Right. I was still loosing blood, and I needed help, quickly.
Ryker knew he was no match for the demon, but of course, his ego was much more important.
He tried to get a hold of it's neck, but it jammed his arms halfway and snapped on of them in half, all in a single swift movement. Wow.
Ryker howled, loudly. He tried to run, but he was overcome by fear. Even the aldrenaline wasn't helping. The demon smirked, or what I thought was a smirk, and took slow, conscise strides towards Ryker's scrambling form on the ground.
It picked him up, stared at him for about 10 seconds, and bit into his neck. As if he was slowly sucking the life out of him.
Ryker writhed and wriggled. It was useless, but still.
I suddenly remembered I was dying. How nice.
I placed a hand on my chest, where blood was still gushing out of. I tried to focus. If I could stop my heart from pumping what was left of my blood to that wound, I could try searching for help.
The demon was still tearing off chunks of Ryker, savoring each bite as Ryker screamed. My gut twisted. I had hated him, but damn, what a way to die.
I slowly got up, and the demon shifted his gaze to me.
Fuck.