The Forbidden Beta

Chapter 9: The Forbidden Waterfall.

Canna P.O.V.

As I peered down from the tree, I couldn't help but notice that it was Rollin and his brother Zayev. I softly cleared my throat to make my presence known. "Hey, guys," I called out. Rollin's head snapped up, his brows furrowed in surprise. "What are you doing up there?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Just enjoying the view," I replied nonchalantly. However, Rollin was having none of it. "Are you crazy?" he yelled, his concern turning to anger. Zayev joined in, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of me perched up in the tree. They both stared at me for a moment, their expressions a mix of confusion and disbelief. "I'm fine, really," I reassured them. "I've climbed trees before." But Rollin wasn't convinced. "Get down from there right now," he demanded, his voice firm.

"Hunk or not, no one is going to tell me where I can and can't be," I stated firmly. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their arrogance. "Just to get something clear, no one is allowed here but you two," I retorted, leaning against the big base of the tree next to me. Rollin and Zayev exchanged a look, clearly taken aback by my boldness. "We have permission," Rollin finally said, his voice laced with annoyance. "From who?" I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest. "From our parents," Zayev answered, his tone defensive. I raised an eyebrow skeptically. "I find that hard to believe," I said, eyeing them both suspiciously. "Well, it's true," Rollin insisted, his jaw set.

As I made my way down the tree, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as Rollin and Zayev continued to stare at me. Their eyes seemed to follow my every move, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they were up to something. "Stop looking under my dress," I finally spoke up, unable to take their intense gaze any longer. Rollin and Zayev quickly turned around, their expressions a mix of surprise and embarrassment. "We aren't watching," Rollin protested, his voice defensive. But I knew better. Their eyes had been fixed on me the entire time, and it made me feel uncomfortable. Finally, I made it to the bottom of the tree, my feet landing on the soft grass below. I dusted off my clothes, trying to shake off the feeling of their eyes on me.

Rollin let out a sigh of relief as I finally made it down from the tree, and he and Zayev turned back around to face me. "Finally," he muttered, his eyes flickering over to his brother. I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed at their impatience, but I pushed it aside and walked closer to the edge of the waterfall. "So why isn't anyone allowed here?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Rollin hesitated for a moment before answering. "Because most of the werewolves that have been kicked from their pack come around the waterfall to find some food," he explained. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Other Werewolves??" I asked incredulously. Rollin nodded, his expression serious. "But what does that have to do with me?" I pressed, still struggling to wrap my head around the situation. "Well, they have been banned from their packs for different reasons, and most of them are still angry, so they attack other werewolves to show their power," Rollin replied. The idea of a pack of enraged werewolves attacking me sent a shiver down my spine. "And your scent is blowing across the whole forest. That's how we knew you were out here somewhere," he added, his tone grim.

I couldn't believe my luck. The two brothers that I had grown to hate after what happened a few months ago were now coming to my rescue and were still worried about my safety. I couldn't help but feel conflicted as I looked at them, unsure of whether or not to trust them. "We have to get going," Rollin said, his voice urgent. He wanted me to go with them, and I knew deep down that it was probably the safest option. I didn't like the fact that I was feeling safe with the two werewolf brothers, but I had no other choice. As I walked back into the forest, they followed right behind me, their eyes scanning the trees for any signs of danger. After a few minutes of walking, I heard some strange noises in the distance. It sounded like someone or something was running, and my heart rate quickened as I realized that we were not alone. Rollin and Zayev immediately went on high alert, their eyes scanning the area. "What was that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Rollin shook his head, his expression grim. "I don't know, but we need to keep moving."

As the sounds grew closer, we came to a standstill, Rollin and Zayev on either side of me, scanning the area. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to keep my breathing steady. "They know you're here," Rollin said, his voice low and filled with anger. I could see the tension in his muscles as he prepared for a potential attack. My mind was racing, trying to come up with a plan, but I was frozen with fear. "What do we do?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Rollin's expression was grim as he turned to face me. "Take off your clothes," he said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What? No, no, no. You're not that lucky," I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice light despite the fear that was coursing through me. Zayev let out a chuckle at my response, but Rollin's expression remained serious. "We need to mask your scent. It's the only way to throw them off our trail," he explained, his tone urgent. I hesitated for a moment.

But Rollin's words hit me like a ton of bricks. "No, I am serious. Take off all your clothes and give them to me. Zayev is going to get you back to your house, and I will distract them with the scent of your clothes," he said in a hushed whisper. I realized how serious the situation was. I could see the determination in Rollin and Zayev's eyes, and I knew that they were not joking around. As their eyes started to flicker black, I knew that they were ready for a fight. "Look away," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. With shaking hands, I quickly stripped off all my clothes and threw them over Rollin's shoulder. He turned around, shocked, his eyes wide open. "Uh, you could have kept on your underwear," he said, his voice faltering as he spoke. Zayev quickly turned around to have a peek at my naked body, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of embarrassment and vulnerability. "You could have just said so," I said, trying to keep my voice low. I placed one hand over my v****a and one hand over my breasts, trying to shield my naked body from their prying eyes.

Without wasting any time, Zayev picked me up in his arms and started to run, his feet pounding against the ground as he carried me effortlessly. Rollin was running in the opposite direction, throwing my clothes one by one in another direction to throw off the other werewolves.