Eva's POV:
Ahhh, the soft sound left my throat in a whisper as I slowly gained consciousness. Around me I could perceive the smell of rot and burnt wood.
My eyes felt heavy as I slowly forced them open, I found myself in an old abandoned house with bound wooden beams hanging from the ceiling with most of the entire floor covered in grass and dirt. It had weed vines growing all over the walls. The place looks like it could fall apart anytime soon.
to my guessing the place looked like it got destroyed and burnt down years ago.
What the hell is…? How did fuck did I get here?.I thought to myself while trying to sit up.
But I quickly paused due to the socking pain that instantly short through my skull like my head was being hammered. I pressed my hand against the spot where the pain was coming from and my memories immediately came back to me.
I could now recall everything that happened. " The lycan, covered in mud. That monster, he must have knocked me out and brought me here.
But why…? Why am I still alive?.
The thought sent shills down my spine, the lycan could have killed me and had me for dinner due to lycans ' irresistible edge of hunger for human flesh, so why am I still here the next day still breathing.
I lifted my head up studying my surroundings and in the process my eyes fell upon a man standing close to a broken window with charts of glass surrounding his feet. His dark long hair fell behind his shoulders and he was putting on a black leather cloth crafts from dear skin similar to mine.
My heart dropped.
It didn't take me long to realize those clothes belonged to my uncle and the man putting them on was no other than the muddy man that killed him and brought me here.
he must have stripped off my uncle's dead body naked for those clothes, "what a shameless monster.
Anger rose inside me like fire, but I held still trying to stay calm in order to think. As far as I could recall, nothing seemed to hurt him, not even wolf tocsin. So if i just launched at him with rage again just like last time, it won't end well. Witnessing his immense speed and strength he could quickly overpower me given the bad state I am in.
I quietly watch him for a moment studying him, and it seems he doesn't know I am awake yet. He seemed to be distracted, it was like he was staring at something which he was holding in his arms. I couldn't tell what it was, because he was facing the direction of the broken window while his back was locked on me.
this is my chance. I thought to myself.
with that I slowly reached for the small back-up silver dagger hidden in between my boots. He can recover from any injury but what if I go for his head unlike last time when he managed to dogged my sword from decapitating him.
with perfect precision, not wanting to take any chances, I deliberately threw the dagger aiming straight for the back of his skull. Hoping maybe it will take him down.
But surprisingly he caught the dagger just a few inches away before it could pieces his skull and he did it without even looking. His hand just shot up so fast behind him and he caught the blade with just two fingers like it was nothing.
My heart almost stopped. I know lycans are capable of dodging weapons or attacks due to their fast reflexes and heightened senses because I have seen them do so countless times, but this one…this one's own it's on a whole other level.
The way he caught the dagger perfectly holding the blade in between his two fingers is unbelievable - it was something that requires high skill - skills that someone would say impossible to learn even for a skilled hunter like me.
It was fast, smooth, and perfect. For a moment, I just sat there with my eyes wide open staring at him, I was caught between shock and fear and at the same time, fascinated.
He turned to me slowly with his eyes now fixed on me. I couldn't see his face back then because of the mud he was covered in. But it seems he found a way to watch them off.
He had sharp cheekbones. Strong jaw line with a little bit of pale skin that looked somehow perfect. He could be one hell of a beautiful man if he wasn't a monster.
"Who the fuck! are you?" I asked. Surprisingly my voice sounded and came out braver for someone who was terrified inside.
without saying a word, he walked towards me with slow, careful steps. There was no expression on his face, just the cold stares that followed.
He finally got close to me and suddenly, he knelt down right in front of me and held out the dagger I had thrown at him.
"What the hell!. the thought whispered in my mind as my eyes locked onto his.
Breaking the eye contact, I looked at the dagger in his arm, it seems like he is offering it back to me, and I still do not get why his skin is still unable to burn from the wolf tucson the blade is coated with.
"What kind of a monster are you?. I said as I slowly looked back eyes to eyes with him again.
hearing me say that, he immediately raised an eye brow. Maybe he was annoyed or maybe he was amused. I wasn't sure, but one thing I was sure of is that - that was the first expression I saw on his face apart from those cold stares he was giving me.
"What's up with you and monster's?" he said. His voice came out deep with a hint of small laughter attached to it.
"What do you want from me?.
"Nothing." he replied while still offering me the dagger, which was strange. Come to think of it, everything about this lycan has been strange.
Silver doesn't burn his skin, he is immune to the deadly wolf tocsin and he can heal instantly from any wound and even worse he is able to do all of this without even transforming into a beast, yet.
How is this even possible? I am in a dream I haven't really woken up from yet. "yes that must be it, I must be dreaming. Because all this seems too crazy to believe.
"Anyways, I think you throwed this dagger at me. take it!. he said, his voice snapping me out of my traumatizing thoughts.
I narrowed my eyes at him and instantly snatched the dagger from his palm, at the same time, pulling off a back flip while kicking him in the face on purpose.
The force from my kick sent him back a bit, leaving him surprised while holding his chin.
I immediately put on a fighting stands, I held the dagger up on one hand while making a first on the other.
"Ouch," he said, not as if he felt any pain from the kick, he said it like he was trying to mess with me. "And what will you do next? Huh…?. Are you going to try hurting me with the dagger?. He said, while spreading his arms wide open like he was daring me, knowing the fact that none of my attacks will have any effect on him.
and that's when I saw it, something reflected the son light cashing my attention.
Something hanging from his right hand. It was a necklace with a silver chain and a round pendant as the solvinal.
What!..
I knew that pendant. I have the same one just like it. I wore mine under my shirt every day, never taking it off. It was a gift from my parents.
One week before the lycans attacked our village, my parents gave me and my twin sister these matching pendants as a gift for our eight year birthday.
After that my sister carved words into mine and I also carved words into hers. mine said "Elska-lisa" in the old Norse language, meaning - love lisa.
And the one he held…
I could see the same markings. the same carving I made myself 16 years ago and I could recognize it anywhere.
That pendant he was holding belonged to my sister who disappeared the night the lycans attacked our village. The sister I believed was dead.
"Where did you get that?" I asked with tears already welding up in my eye Leeds, treating to fall.
"How do you have it?"
he looked at my eyes focusing straight to the pendant in his arm and the expression on his face changed. The mocking grin on his face instantly went cold and he rapped his fingers round the pendant like it was the most important thing in his life.
"you mean this..
"it was my wife's," he said softly. His voice shook with real emotion as he continued. "She gave it to me - to signify the endless love she had for me."
Your wife?