I Am not His to Claim

Chapter Two

A growling sound, like an angry dog can be heard echoing from my back.

And the boy, who just called me Marissa, run towards me and pushed me to be in his back. My eyes widened as I saw a wolf, standing in front of us. The boy stand still to positioned himself between me and the wolf, like he is not scared to be eaten alive. I feel no fear from him, but I could feel the fear gripping my chest and my heart, pounding fast, and loud. Its’ eyes is gleaming in maroon, its’ fur bristled like an angry wolf, its growl intensify as it focused its attention on the boy I don’t know the name of. Its sharp fangs glistened in the moonlight, and it seemed ready to pounce.

“Stay behind me Elena.” He sure remembers my name even in just a one and quick introduction of it. “Why are you bothering?” He asks to the wolf, as if its’ going to answer.

But what happened next, shocked me to my core.

The wolf transition itself to a human.

Am I dreaming? Is this a hallucination, caused by my craving? Question I am asking right now as I am staring sharp at the boy I don’t recognize. Werewolf… Werewolf is what the myth called them, but I never believe in them, never believed in a myth before. But… Witnessing this boy shift from wolf to a man with my own naked eye, naked just like the boy who is standing in front of us, definitely will change my beliefs. But how is this possible? How is this real?

“I am not bothering Mason.” His voice is deep, suits to what he looks like. If I would judge his look, he would look in his mid 20’s. From his beard, from his wrinkle, from the way his physique build, he is younger than the boy who is standing in between to protect me from him, who I can call Mason, from what the man said. “I am just warning you.”

“I don’t need a warning, Lycan.”

“You’re tough like your father, but it’s the reason why he is dead. He is tough… And did not listened to a warning that a Lycan gave to him.”

“Why would I listen to a Lycan?”

“Because we must face, the real danger, coming from us.”

I don’t understand anything that they are talking about, not a single word, not a single thing, like they are talking foreign with a familiar words.

My heart screamed when the man put his attention to me and see the fear in his eye.

“Marissa…” Just like what Mason called me, he also called me Marissa. “But it can’t be.” he whispered, but enough for me to hear it. “Go home. We don’t need trouble.” Mason coldly order and his arm stretched out to protect me from him, pushing me far behind his back. He glanced back at me… And I see his left side profile where I know to myself, that it was an expression of worry that I see from it, even from a side.

But worry from what?

“This won’t be the last.”

Before he shift back to his wolf form and disappear from the darkness of the streets, he left something that left shivers to my spine, and sense the fear to his body.

“She may not be Marissa, but soon enough she’ll turn to one.”

No matter how clear their words are, it is still unknown for me to understand the content of their conversation. Lycan? Werewolf? Is this even real? Am I even awake at the moment? And what does that man means when he said that I’ll turn to one… Turn to become Marissa one day? Why? Who is Marissa? Why does this boy named Mason just called me by someone’s name and the men, that can shift to a wolf also mistaken me as the same person?

He turn around to face me. I see the sweat slowly dripping on his forehead even the night is strong. His eyes are now blue, sparking like it is talking to me. “You’re safe now.” he said and he slowly put his hands onto my hair and slick it back on to my ear and stare to my face, long enough for me to stare back at him. I don’t know what is happening to me, nor what I am feeling, but my heart is racing right now… He may be a stranger to me, but deep down, there’s this lingering feeling that I know him.. somehow…

“Be careful. You shouldn’t be walking alone at this hour.” he gives his advice to me. He put his hands back on to his side. “Who are you?” I may know his name because I heard it earlier, but I still wanted to know more about who he is, why is he protecting me? Why do I feel like he knows me and I knows him?

“I’m your fated mate, Elena.”

Did he just… Claim me as his mate?

Before I could even react, he put his palm right onto his mouth and blow a powder right on to my face. I couldn’t react properly because as soon as I sniff the powder…

Everything went dark.