MUST NOT LOVE THE PREY

E GIRL

king me place my right hand on it. I stared at the strange bright room, whose beauty differed f

e am

f as I try

can remem

t even

want to make a noise or alert anyone until I knew where I was. I leave the be

in sight by the

g in the air. I keep walking ahead, my eyes lingering around the room.

as to

suitable expla

Enticed by the look of it, I’m curious to know

s of the eyes that linger hard on me. Sitting there are Five older werewolves dressed

ong while. Each has a frown on, their mustaches

asculine voice carrying some weight. He has an

or my eyes to land on the most handsome Wolf sitting in this room, standing in this

he must have been searching for me.” He says, his deep masculine voice hol

me by my arms, shoving me closer to himself—my back against his chest and muscular

this stranger, this strange Wol

t know him. Or

squeezes me closer. His voice is soft and a

lued to me regard

lder Wolf asks after so

good qu

am

going forth and back

is my

but nothing

break over my face as

behind me let out a long dry laugh as

says and pulls me closer, leans dow

head sends shivers down my spin

ncé

Fiancé an

*

last statement. The eternal silence and the

ounced a strange thing to them? A

r seen her around?” Ano

ger laughs again, a

y darling. She is always trying t

't kno

ll that he was

remember a thing? D

deeper than that of the others. He doesn't wait for a go-ahea

k.” He respo

is she?” The E

s to say before

k.” The Elder says, runs his eyes ove

e responds, giving my s

respond.” Anot

to look at my Fiancé. He sends

safe.” He

d turn t

ng I can't remember that detail about myself. “I

in their eyes. I feel my

in. You can tal

out some air. I can't a

t thing that comes to mind. It isn't a li

rowns turn into something scarier. My Fiancé

push on the shoulder. “We should carry on with the meeti

hefty-looking Wolf steps clo

orders. Rivers nods and ge

*

’s room. The face was void of emotion, unexplainable.

d that I don't

, my F

is hands still curled up behind his back, his head tilted towar

d looks and all? Are we that way

rse. He raises a brow to show

my face. I’m taught to believe that a s

nding more like a question than a

mbarrassed that I didn't. I feel stupid

ay a thing f

sponds and walks away befor

am

urled up my lips as I remembered everything that had hap

sten my pace to meet up. My feet are sore for no particula

t groan, his hand still not feeling his back as he turns entirely thi

ays, his voice so harsh. It sends a shiver down

my eyes on his feet,

uld,” I say, my

ething but doesn't as

to get back to the meeting.” He says,