The Last Lycan and his Grey Witch

(Kitiana) My life has not been easy or what other people call it 'peaches and cream'. A little more than half of my life I had spent it in foster care going from foster home to foster home and group home to group home. It sucked honestly. I was bullied through middle school and my freshman year of high school. Then things began to change. Things that I had not paid any mind to in the past are beginning to hunt me. Not just in my dreams, but also in real life. My grades dropped drastically and my health as well. Several times I tried to end my life trying to end my pain and torment. After a few weeks I ended up in a foster home where I felt like someone actually cared about me for once and not the money. Something inside me told me not to get attached, that something wasn't right, but I didn't listen. My foster parents broke down my walls. Walls that took me years to build, but she tore them down and slowly made her way into my heart. Then my nightmares began. I would wake up screaming and sweating, my foster mom would come into my room sat on my bed and held me while I cried never asking about my nightmares. She knew I wasn't ready yet to talk about it. After a while she enrolled me in a self-defense class to learn kick boxing just so I could keep my mind occupied. I would go to school, come home, go to practice and read books. For a few months I continued this routine until tragedy struck and my foster mom died of breast cancer. It has been four years since my foster mom passed away and I had left the system. I wanted to be in a different place and start new. Now I'm twenty-one years old and I live in a small town. I keep to myself and make sure not to bother anyone. Currently I sit in the woods where I found a small bench where I'm thinking about an even that it is coming up soon 'World Goth-Rave Day'. I smile to myself and look out on the horizon where there's a small open field where you can look at the mountains while watching the sun set and it's also where the event is going to take place. The cold wind blows, and I pull the hoodie of my gray cloak up more to cover my face. I sneezed before I leaned back on the bench and cross my right leg over my left knee exposing the sheath where I have my throwing knives strapped to my thigh. I quickly cover them and keep looking at the sun that in a few minutes will set. Suddenly I hear snarling and growling. I look around, but I see nothing. I take a deep breath and relax when I hear something that sounds like dogs fighting. A nasty smell of something burnt and... rotten burns my nose and makes me gag. "What is that smell?" I ask myself. Then I see a massive black wolf, but so much bigger than any wolf I've seen. It's about seven feet tall maybe more and was standing on its back legs fighting ten nasty looking wolves smaller than him. Suddenly the black wolf snaps its head towards me, and I jump up from the bench. Standing still with my cloak on I slowly move my hand to my right thigh and grab two of my throwing knives. An ear-piercing howl that made me cringe and a squeak leaves my lips. Two of the nasty looking wolves whip their heads towards me and begin to stock me as if I was prey. 's**t, these nasty looking dogs will not eat me today' I thought to myself. I move my hands to the front of my cloak and when the first nasty looking wolf attacks I throw one of my knives catching him in the throat and before the other one could lunge towards me; I threw my second knife hitting it right between the eyes. I can see the huge black wolf ripping two of the other nasty wolves throats off. While the other wolf is biting on its shoulder. I quickly take off my belt and use it as a whip and grab another one of my throwing knives. With my belt I whip the nasty looking wolf right on the muzzle and instantly it lets go of the black wolf, looks at me and stocks towards me snarling and licking his snout. I know I have pissed it off more than what it was. I can see the blood dripping from its nasty muzzle while is snarling at me. "Why couldn't I just mind my own damn business" I said to myself. The nasty looking wolf's eyes had no emotions. Not paying attention to where I was going, I trip over something and I drop my belt and knife. I look at its stand and I see it getting ready to strike so I slowly take off my cloak and remove the hood. The wolf was watching e very single move I made. When the wolf pounced I threw my cloak at its head and somehow manage to move out of the way. When I grab my knife, the black wolf rips the head from the wolf that had lunged at me. I look at the huge black wolf as it lays on the cold grass bleeding. I grab my cloak from the other wolf and I cautiously make my way towards the black wolf. I kneel and press my cloak on the wolf's wounds to try and stop the bleeding. I begging hear bones cracking and where the black wolf once laid now lays a man. A naked, tall man with black messy hair, emerald green eyes, light tan skin, and eight pack that goes down to a V. It must be illegal to look this perfect. I hear him groan which snaps me out of my thought and I press down on his wound. This doesn't look good at all. "I need to take care of your wounds" I told him. without thinking I grabbed his harm to help him up. I put his arm over my shoulder and felt tingles and shocks of electricity where our skin touched. We started the short journey to my small cabin since it was close to where I was. "You... can... take me... home. I live-" his voice sounds so weak, so I cut him off. "Look your wounds are pretty bad. After you rest and get better then you can go wherever you please, but not while your hurt. Now shut up and let us get moving. My place is just beyond the woods and you're not light if you haven't noticed," he looks at me shocked by the way I spoke to him but didn't say anything. A few minutes later we got to the cabin and I took him to my room. I laid him down in my bed and I headed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, water, and clean washcloths. I cleaned his wounds then used needle and thread to close the open wounds. He growled and cursed under his breath a few times. Once I finished cleaning, disinfecting his wounds I wrapped the wounds up and began to clean the dried-up blood from his body. I looked him over to make sure I had gotten all the wounds clean until my eyes roamed to his lower body. 'God this man is huge' I thought to myself. I shook my head, covered him up then I went to the kitchen and got some pain killers and some water. I grabbed some yogurt and went back to my room. His eyes were half closed, and he was not looking too good. I put my hand on his shoulder. "I need you to eat this and then take these pills. You can rest here until you are better. You're safe" I told him and opened the yogurt. I sat next to him so I could feed him since he was too weak to move. When I was done, I gave him the pills and water. He was starting to doze off, so I covered him up some more and went to take a shower. I washed the blood from my hair and body then let the warm water massage my back. I sneezed a few times and groaned thinking that if this cold does not go away, I wouldn't be able to go to the event. When I was done in the shower I got out and dried myself then, I put on a t-shirt and silk pajama pants. I cleaned up all the first aid things I used and threw away my cloak. Then I went to the kitchen and grabbed a juice and laid down on the small couch in the living room. My eyes felt heavy, so I closed them just to rest them for a little while.