Bring It On, Mates!

Who Are You?

~ Aylana's POV ~

How could I get hurt by the words of some random guys? I just wanted to help the old man, but he was now holding the knife against my throat. At this rate, I might die without even doing anything that I wanted to do.

My mother must be waiting for me in that wooden cottage. When I opened my eyes, I looked up at the night sky and there I saw three moons shining in the sky. How could this happen? Three moons? Isn't that just a fictional thing that the elders created? I rubbed my eyes and when I looked up again, I gasped in shock.

There was nothing. Not even a single moon. Have I started to hallucinate?

I must be tired.

I gazed up at the guys who were telling the oldie to get rid of me if he wanted to and when my eyes met with the emerald green ones, I gulped down hard.

The guy ran his fingers through his brunette hair when he looked at me. He was wearing a black shirt and the top two buttons of his shirt were opened. He has a well-built body and when he gazed at me, I failed to breathe for a second . He looks to be in his early twenties.

What's happening to me?

"I thought that they might be naked, but their clothes are still intact." I mumbled to myself and a smile appeared on that man's face.

Why is he suddenly smiling? I could hear my own heartbeat and this is something that never even happened when I was with Nathan.

"Disappointed?" The guy asked and the other two just laughed.

That made me realize that there were also two other werewolves and when my eyes met the sea-green ones, he just turned his face in another direction, as if he was trying to avoid me.

His shaggy chocolate brown hair fell loosely across his brow, but he pulled back his hair. He has broad shoulders and a masculine body. Unlike the first one, he was not trying to avoid me; however, he didn't even look interested in me. It's like my existence really doesn't matter to him.

"I never thought that I would one day come across a perverted she-wolf. We should save her, Brother Deimos." The one with the forest green eyes looked at the first guy. Unlike the other two, he has chestnut brown hair and a handsome appearance. The way he was smiling at me could surely melt anybody's heart.

What am I thinking?

He just called me a pervert she-wolf and I am here thinking about his charming smile… I have certainly lost my mind.

I am facing a life-threatening situation here and instead of planning about a way to get out of this situation, I am busy looking at those three werewolves because of whom I am stuck in this situation.

"Put down that silver knife, Orion. I don't want to make things messier here. Leave the girl and I will allow you to leave this place. I promise you as the next Alpha that nobody will disturb you or try to harm you if you listen to me." If I am not wrong, then he must be Deimos.

Why did he suddenly change his mind?

He just wanted to get rid of me and now he is trying to negotiate with this old man. I really could not understand this guy or the other two at all.

We are closer to the borders and I seriously don't want to end up going to the other side. They were still searching for me in the woods and they would surely not let go of their slaves easily. I never wanted my mother to suffer in that packhouse again and for that I am even ready to plead to these three people.

"You are not lying, are you, Deimos? I will let go of this girl if you let me go to the other side." The man said while he moved his hand a little away from me, but before the oldie could think anything, Deimos rushed towards our direction and he was quite quick. I have never seen someone running this fast before in my life.

Who is he? No, who are they?

Deimos grabbed the oldie by his throat and the other guys pulled away the knife that he was pointing against my throat.

"You… you lied to me." The man shouted at them and I finally sighed in relief. So, they didn't want to kill me. They were just trying to buy some time.

"No, I didn't. How could anybody harm or disturb a dead person, right?" He whispered to him and when he forwarded his hand, the guy with the chestnut brown hair gave him the silver knife that he snatched from the oldie.

He then cut his hand with the sharp blade of the knife and blood started to ooze out of his wounded hand. Is he seriously out of his mind? Why is he hurting himself and why seeing him getting hurt affects me so much?

"You will regret this… you all will surely…" Before he could continue, Deimos slashed his throat with the same knife with which he hurt himself.

The old man fell on the snowy ground, which was covered with his blood.

His movements were swift and there was no emotion that I could see in his eyes even when he slashed the throat of the old man. The other two were just like him. They might have different appearances, but I could tell that they share blood.

"Could you stand up or should I carry you in my arms? That might be more convenient for you. I will even tell you the secrets about my brothers if you let me help you out." He sounded excited and he offered me his hand, so that I could stand up from the ground.

"Stop it, Rowan. So, now could you tell us what you are doing here… in the North? I don't think that you are from here, so who are you? What are you doing in my territory?" Deimos asked me while he was still busy wiping off the blood from his hands.

His territory?

I should have heard about the gossip about the other packs from Hayley. She might have some knowledge about this place and about these three.

Should I tell him the entire truth? Would he believe in me if I did tell him everything?

No, I have run away from my pack, so that makes me a lone wolf.

"Get up or you will get a cold." The guy with the sea-green eyes grabbed me by my shoulders and he then helped me to stand on my feet.

"This is the first time that I witnessed Ares helping out someone else with his own free will." Rowan smiled and he shifted his complete attention to Deimos, who was looking at the border.

"Is something wrong?" I asked him, but he just tightly held me by my shoulders and this just confused me.

"I asked you something, didn't I? Who are you and why are those people searching for you?" He glared at me and I could tell by his tone that he was pissed at me for some reason.

I tightly held the pendant that my mother made me wear when we entered the North. Why is he getting angry with me? Don't tell me that Nathan is planning to cross the border with the pack members of the Wind Winder Pack. He should be busy with his ceremony, so why is he not ready to let me go?

I might not know about the other packs, but I do know that there was this one pack with whom our relationship has been sour over years and that was the Hunter Moon Pack.

He looked confused and there was certainly something going on inside his mind.

"Why are you not looking down?" He asked and this just made me roll my eyes at him.

Why do I have to look down? Oh, don't tell me, he is like Alpha Jaycen, who was also pissed that being the Alpha of the pack, he was not able to make me listen to him? He failed to make me submissive to him, so his orders were something that seriously didn't have much effect on me.

"Aylana. I am Aylana. I am here because I got a full scholarship from Silver Cross University." At least I didn't lie about my identity or why I came here, right?

'Talk to me, Aurora. Tell me what should I do now?' I tried to link my mind with my wolf, but even after trying for quite a long time, I failed.

"Do you have anything to do with the Wind Winder Pack?" Deimos asked me in a serious tone and I failed to tell him anything.

Why is he asking such a useless question of me?

"I am coming to get you, Aylana, so you better wait for me wherever you are." I heard a familiar voice and that just made me shiver in fear.

I tightly grasped the pendant and before Deimos could ask me anything, I just started to lose consciousness.

I am seriously tired now and I want to take a nice rest, but why are he and his brothers not letting go of my hands? I don't want to run anymore, I don't want to be punished for things that I never committed. I am not sure how capable these three are, but there is no way that I am going back to that place.