3rd Point of View.
There was the thunder that continuously rumbled into the dark sky, in the middle of the night. It was roaring heavily as if it was giving the fishermen a sign to get out of the boat and the storm will stay for a couple of days, leaving destruction around their houses. It's the price of misery they would get for building houses around the sea, where unknown creatures already lived.
Lucy and Jacob were found in the midst of the sea, sleeping on the unoccupied boat. By the splash of a sea, they were awakened, still getting swayed by the water to the shore.
Lucy roamed her eyes around, and so does Jacob. As the reality finally sinks in, Jacob growls while wolfing out, ripping his clothes apart. Lucy wept, and like Jacob, she wolfed out.
"I need to take back my daughter. I will," Jacob grunts. He immediately submerge into the sea and run like he was on land. Soon after, he became like a jetski, running toward the shore. Lucy is on his back.
People around the island were shocked to see two wolf-man. The first one to encounter them invited his people to collect rocks and torches to burn the unknown creatures which they think are a threat to humanity. Something that Jacob and Lucy don't bother about. They walked like nothing.
They should be lucky that Jacob and Lucy didn't care about them. But humans are not stopping from attacking. The nature of a human— is that couldn't get satisfied with anything they could get.
Jacob started attacking, and she follows.
They could get them all down, with their combined power and clear motivation to go on.
But there was surprising help from an individual.
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Damion's Point of View.
A hundred percent, I'm sure this is the man I punch countlessly in front of the bar while trying to hit on Faye.
"May I escort you? I mean, I will escort you," he simply announced, showing smirks while squinting his vulgar eyes. His eyes roamed around Faye's body with obvious malicious intent. He's fucking insane.
Although I was tied, I moved my body to cover Faye's, at least some of her body got privacy. But the pervert man jerk my legs and tied them with another silver chain.
"You're being nosy again."
Again? Did they plan this?
Looking at Faye, she's clueless. How could I say to her? I wish we were not put into a separate cage later.
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I woke up wrapped with leaves on my lips. Maybe this is to prevent me from talking nonsense or being useful to Faye and I escape.
I couldn't pinpoint our location. Around us was too unfamiliar scenery. But one thing's for sure— were locked.
Inside a dark abandoned room, there were scratches all over the place, it was wooden so it was easy to make those. There is familiar werewolf linguistics written on the floor, but I couldn't comprehend it. It seems like it is written to decipher, not to read normally. Luckily, a bed is given to me. Unluckily, the bed is too broken to even use. Even an animal with no human ability to critic would never sit on it.
The worst thing about all of this is the chain on my ankle. I could move around due to its length, but limited since I was chained. Also, I couldn't wolf out. How did I get myself into this?
A banging from the door almost put me on my deathbed out of shock.
"Your foods are here. Finish these, or you will be finished little by little."
It was the prison guard, the man who escorted us out of the carriage. He slides the food down the door and locked it again. To my surprise, when he said foods with an s, he mean it— because it's a lot, but only one food. It is spaghetti. Am I in Italy?
Setting it aside, I continued to look around. Almost got trip, and I saw a mysterious doorway on my foot. There's a clandestine passageway to the basement.
I crept down, although my huge chains are being noisy.
This part of the house has been kept secretly too much that wildflowers started to bloom around the handrail. Fortunately, the chains on my ankle are capable of this much. I could even move around.
The growling voice of a woman predominates in the basement. Who is she? She's whimpering like a dog. I was trying to check her up.
But damn that prison guard, I should've killed him when I had the chance before. I should've punched him to his death. Now, he's being a nuisance. He continuously bangs the door and forced me to eat the food, on his watch.
No, I wouldn't go until I find Faye. She's fine because I am. But where is she?
The prison guard is going wild, any minute now he would come inside and will discover I found the clandestine door behind the curtain. Oh please, Faye, show your face. Please.
"I will go in!"
I run upstairs as soon as I could, and locked the door. Sweat filled my body as I bathed using it. Immediately moving the curtain out of my way, the prison guard came in at the same exact time.
"You eat."
"Why don't you?!"
"I'm done," he said, smiling like a fool. Inspecting his eyes, it must've been connected with Faye.
I grabbed his collar and spit on his face.
"Did you touch Faye?"
"You asked her," he replied, and jerk his face in a specific direction that my eyes followed.
"F-Faye," I whimpered.
She was under the bed, looking at nothingness. So the woman I've heard groaning is coming here? Her eyes could barely blink. Between my arms, I rested her cold body filled with too much pain, making her feel warmer than the situation we've been in.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled momentarily. Her little cry gradually turns wild. "Fuck being the moonstone's owner. Fuck the moon goddess. Fuck this life."
The whole time she was crying, I tried to comfort her through my touch and rarely stroking her back. But what's with the moonstone?
"What should I do to comfort you?" I asked.
Her eyes speak too much. "Sex. Give me a hard fuck."