quiet. Her eyes took in as much information as they could in the dark and the confusion of such an angry battle, but just as soon as she had a feeling that she could tell what was truly happening… it was over.
The smaller wolves began to escape, running far away from the largest wolf and booking it into the shadows.
The biggest animal paced around, huffing harshly, approaching some of the trees around the battlefield before lifting a leg and squirting out markings—Ceci didn’t have to guess. Dogs do this regularly to mark territory.
After some time, the beast slowed to a stop before doubling over, the body shifting from immense structure of muscles, fur, and claws to that of a man’s. Skin morphed from the immense figure and the shift was swift enough for Cecilia to blink and nearly miss all of it.
The man remained, standing beneath a long strip of moonlight that highlighted the edges of his musculature. Then he turned towards her and Ceci yelped.
“Are you alright?” his voice was softer but Ceci couldn’t push away the fear from her chest.
“Don’t hurt me!” she squeaked, bracing herself on one of the trees, unable to scream again when her body throbbed and ached with so many pains.
He took a step close to her, slow and steady and she would have sprinted in the other direction if her mind wasn’t spinning so much.
“I’m not going to hurt you. It’s okay.”
Cecilia whimpered, hurriedly trying to push off from the tree to run, but before she could even take a step her mind just… stopped.
She blinked rapidly, finding herself bent over backwards and in the arms of the man before she could even attempt to right herself.
“Rocko…” she murmured, pushing herself away in vain. It was all too much.
It was all too much… before Cecilia could place her feet on solid ground, she was surrounded by a strange scent that calmed her, made her mind slow and gently sway into darkness.
She was out and into a new bed of shadows just as she could vaguely hear this man say something she forgot the moment he said it.
Chapter 2
There was the scent of lavender and pine. A gentle perfume that wafted around her and made a gentle sigh push through chapped lips and an aching chest. It was strange, but Ceci felt safe.
She felt warm and cocooned in a series of soft blankets that made her want to sink further into the mattress and just stay there forever. She would not be disturbed here… she was sure of it.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, already aware that she was nowhere close to her home. Yet, despite the understanding that she wasn’t in a familiar place, she couldn’t help but not care. This place was… beautiful.
It was a wide bedroom, styled in a Victorian sense that appealed to her aesthetic sense and strummed at her inner history fan girl.
The walls were painted a deep burgundy, trimmed in gold and white designed that curled and swirled toward the edges of the windows and the frames of the doors. A large glass pane door lay slightly open, leading towards what Ceci guessed was a balcony.
Foolishly, Ceci arched from the bed, muscles beginning to curl and stretch as she roused from sleep. She stopped immediately when she noticed pronounced pain in literally every part of her body.
Her legs were aching something vicious, her chest felt like it had been rammed by a truck, and her neck was sorer than ever before.
“Ow…” she muttered, letting out stuttering breath after stuttering breath, hoping the pain would fade quickly.
Ceci hissed, vaguely realizing that she couldn’t move one of her ankles as something tight was wrapped around it.
A soft rap on the door ahead gathered her attention and when she blinked up, the door was sliding open. A full head of black hair appeared over a chiseled jaw and curious green eyes. When their eyes met, Ceci felt a string of alarm shoot down her body and she froze.
The stranger pushed a little further into the room, revealing the rest of a strong