Chapter 2 II

Sapphire p.o.v

"I am sure she is not here..."

They were looking for me.

Did someone see me and tipped them off.

I tried to keep as calm as possible.

Trying to breathe slow whilst whispering soft calming things in my head.

Stay calm. Sapphy. Stay calm.

"I can smell her! Do not dare say otherwise," the loud growl of a male echoed into my ears.

He is sure I am here.

I have two options.

I should either made a run for it or wait for them to hopefully leave.

The male did not sound like he planned to give up.

If I just sit here then I will captured.

I knew there was only one option that could possibly save me.

I got up to my feet, tossed the apple aside, and began a mad sprint through the alley in the darkness of the night.

I hate running in the snow especially with my small size.

My feet sank into the snow as if it was quicksand.

I however kept running.

My bare feet gave me an advantage as there were no heavy shoes weighing me down.

I ran as fast as I could.

I ignored the burn of the cold under the soles of my feet.

I could not stop running.

I refused to be subjected to the supernatural beings abuse and mistreatment.

My running was spurred on by the sound of howling.

There was definitely a werewolf or lycan after me.

I knew I had to run and lose them and made sure they could not get close enough to me to have a definite hold of my scent.

If they could memorise my scent they would track me.

The howls were loud and they terrified me.

I am scared.

If he was using the howls to call for assistance I will be doomed.

I know I had little hope to outrun them.

They would easily gain speed on me.

A cry left my lips as a hard brick wall slammed into my back.

My wrists were tightly grasped and held to the wall.

A tall muscular male stood in front of me.

He was growling as he looked down on me with his irises turned onyx.

His breaths were ragged and gave the impression of a raging wild animal.

His onyx eyes made me understand exactly what he is....

A lycan.

They were the apex predators among the supernatural beings.

I know my last ray of hope was something that would have serious repercussions on me.

I also know that I am already doomed so nothing could get worse.

I swiftly kneed him where it would definitely hurt and ran.

I made it to my safe place, the place I use when retreating from supernaturals beings.

I did not go there often as I did not want them to catch my scent there however it was my last hope.

I crawled through the small gap in the collapsed bricks which made a tunnel.

I curled up in the dirt and debris when I got to the end.

I felt safe in my little place.

They will not touch me.

My sense of safety was however a misjudged one as the bricks began falling as my safe place was ripped apart and the lycan stood before me.

All hope is gone.

I am going to be sent to a death match.

The lycan grabbed me and dragged me to my feet.

He forced my back against the wall again, a position he seemed rather fond of.

He let out a loud howl, a howl of victory.

He had won the hunt.

He dragged me back with him, paying no attention to my desperate struggling.

"Look at this little human I found," the lycan laughed as he reunited with his friend.

"Great I've been wanting some entertainment in the games," his friend laughed.

The lycan growled.

"The human is mine!"

I struggled in the lycan's grip.

I did not want to be in the games nor did I want to belong to anyone.

"Stop struggling. Now get in the carriage like a good human or I will have to take you to corrective lessons," he said releasing my wrist.

I began running again.

Running away from the carriage I had been instructed to get into.

One howl from the lycan and my path was however blocked off by wolves and vampires.

I turned back to see him and I stared at him, terrified.

"Come now," he growled at me and I walked to him, afraid of what was going to happen to me.

The second I had climbed into the rather fancy carriage I was forced down onto the cold seats.

The lycan stuck his head in my neck and bit down on my skin furiously.

He ignored all of my desperate cries and pleads.

When his sharp canines finally left my skin I was in too much pain to move.

Is that my punishment?

Being bitten by him?

A bite that was incredibly painful and torturous.

My eyelids slowly began to close as I struggled to stay awake.

"When we get back you will be taught how I expect you to behave from now on."

Soon after he spoke I fell unconscious.

TBC