His Beauty, My Beast

Escape

Nia's fingers scraped against the cold stone floor as she dragged herself through the darkness. Her body screamed in protest, but she refused to give up. She had to escape, no matter what.

As she crawled, her hands brushed against something metallic—a small knife, left behind by some careless pack member. Nia's heart raced as she grasped the knife, a surge of hope flooding through her veins.

She continued to crawl, the knife clutched tightly in her hand. She knew Carter would come for her soon, and she had to be ready.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Nia saw a glimmer of light in the distance—a small window high up on the wall. With a surge of adrenaline, she scrambled to her feet, the knife clutched tightly in her hand.

As she reached the window, she heard Carter's voice echoing through the cellar. "Nia, my mate," he crooned. "You can't escape me."

Nia's heart raced as she climbed up to the window, the knife poised in her hand. She knew she had to act quickly before Carter caught up to her.

With a deep breath, she plunged the knife into the window's wooden frame, prying it open with a loud creak. As the sunlight flooded in, Nia hoisted herself up, her body squeezing through the narrow opening.

She landed hard on the ground outside, her body bruised and battered. But she didn't stop; she didn't look back. She knew Carter would be right behind her, and she had to keep running.

With a fierce cry, Nia sprinted into the unknown, her heart pounding in her chest. She had escaped the Lightwood pack, but she knew her journey was far from over.

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the pack members closing in, their snarls and growls getting louder. Just when she thought all was lost, she spotted a motorcycle on the side of the road, keys still in the ignition. Without hesitation, she jumped on and started the engine, speeding away from her pursuers.

Miles flew by in a blur as she rode, her inexperience with motorcycles evident in her shaky hands and swerving bike. She barely avoided crashing multiple times, her heart racing with fear. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she felt safe enough to slow down.

As she pulled over to catch her breath, she realized she had entered unfamiliar territory. A sign read "Ravenwood Territory '' in bold letters. She had heard stories of the legendary Khalil Ravenwood, Prince of the Raven Woods, a direct descendant of King Lycaon, the first werewolf and Lycan king. Their connection to the Greek world was renowned, and their territory was feared by all.

Little did she know, she had just ridden into the heart of that territory. Khalil himself was watching her from the shadows, his piercing eyes fixed on the mysterious girl who had dared to enter his domain.

Khalil Ravenwood watched the girl with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. She was clearly out of her element; her shaky hands and uncertain gaze were a testament to her inexperience with motorcycles. Yet she had managed to ride into his territory, a feat few dared attempt.

As she parked the bike and looked around, Khalil couldn't help but notice the color as well as the fear in her eyes. She was scared, but also determined. He was intrigued.

Without revealing himself, Khalil observed her from the shadows, his eyes taking in every detail. Her disheveled hair, her torn clothes, and the faint scent of the Lightwood pack on her skin. She was running from something, or someone.

As she took a deep breath and began to explore her surroundings, Khalil decided to make his presence known. He emerged from the trees, his tall frame and piercing eyes commanding attention.

"Welcome to Ravenwood Territory," he said, his deep voice firm but measured. "You're a long way from home, aren't you?"

The girl's eyes widened as she took in his imposing figure, her heart racing with a mix of fear and awe. Khalil's gaze held hers, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her feel like he could see right through her.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I am Khalil Ravenwood, Prince of this territory," he said, his deep voice low and husky. "And you, little human, are an intriguing stranger who's stumbled into my domain. Tell me, What brings you to Ravenwood Territory?"

He took another step closer, his eyes locked on hers, his gaze piercing and intense. Nia’s heart raced faster, her breath catching in her throat as she felt a strange sense of captivation. She couldn't look away, couldn't move, as Khalil's eyes seemed to bore into her very soul.

"I'm just passing through," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Khalil's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you're more than just a passing traveler," he said, his voice dripping with intrigue. "You're running from something, or someone.