Chapter 7

Maris began to shiver internally when he had told her Dracula was after her for the devil's nudes and a certain entity that had gotten into her the night she took the picture.

"What am I going to do?" Her lips trembled and she held onto his arm.

"I'm going to protect you. It's a bit surprising you're still alive." He stated and she threw stare daggers at him. "My name is Logan by the way."

He stretched out his hand for a handshake, but Maris only gave him a long skeptical look.

"Logan?" She squinted her eyes when she heard whispers in her head. "Can you hear that?"

She looked around and Logan followed her gaze. "Hear what?"

"Those weird whispers." She poked her fingers into her ears and wiggled them.

"You're strange." He narrowed an eye at her and she stopped what she was doing to glare at him.

"Says the person that has been stalking me." Maris hissed and walked to the other side of the cave.

She held out her palms to the fire that was burning in their midst to keep her warm.

"What took you to their sacred place?" He questioned and she frowned at him.

"What sacred place?" She tilted her head to the right and gazed at the tall boy, still standing shirtless in front of her.

"Where you took the picture of his butt." He answered dryly.

"I have no idea." She stroked her chin.

They finally decided to continue their journey and he led her out of the cave. Just when they were few meters from the cave, they heard distant snapping of bushes and Logan pushed Maris behind him, trying to protect her from whatever it was.

He sniffed the air and his fangs shot out, his forehead wrinkling with low growls coming out of his mouth.

"What's that smell?" Maris asked, looking from behind Logan.

"Rogues." Dry toned Logan. "And werehyenas."

Maris clung on to his shirt as fear enveloped her. She regretted meeting him because he had done nothing, but to bring mischief into her life. They sounded closer and Logan's ears twitched before he spun to lock gazes with Maris.

"There's something that needs to be done, but I'm sorry for it's going to really hurt." He stated and moved closer to her.

"What are you doing?" She asked, a suspicious look on her face.

He didn't reply so she took a step back, her heart already picking it's pace.

"I'm sorry." He muttered then cupped her cheeks with affection and the softest eyes that he could muster. "I'll have to change you into one of us."

"Us who?" She shivered, paralyzed by his touch.

"Werewolves." He answered and she frowned before it turned to a smile that could not be contained.

"Aren't you just crazy?" She guffawed, pushing his hands off her cheeks and clutching her stomach. "Werewolves?"

A frown creased his brows and he held his hand behind his back, picking a little offense in the way she laughed.

"Do you take me for a fool?" She questioned, pointing at her chest. "From the devil is after to werewolves... Like what else would you say exists, dogmen?"

"Yes, they exist." He answered and she laughed.

Maris thought everything was ridiculous so she turned to walk away, but Logan gripped her wrist and drew her to his body. Their lips were a whisper away and it made Maris to feel sick in the gut, but in a good way.

His breath fanned her face and she heaved, boobs plastered to his chest that she could feel his heart beat. She gazed down at his lips and craved them like they were her life line.

Suddenly, he pulled her closer and leaned in. She closed her eyes shut, anticipating the feel of his plump lips on hers, but something else happened. Maris felt a sharp pain on the side of her neck, causing her to snap her eyes open immediately.

She screamed, feeling the pain shooting down her entire body as he sank his canines deep into her skin. Her palms were flat on his chest as she tried to push him away, but he was strong.

Her eyes rolled skyward and her body became limp like all the energy in her had been sucked out.

Just when he pulled out his mouth, she fell to the ground with a blurry vision.

"I'm sorry, but I had to so you can be able to protect yourself... The rogues are coming." He growled and Maris got to her feet, feeling dizzy.

"What did you do to me and what are you?"

"A werewolf, alpha of the Oberon kingdom." He answered, interlocking fingers with her as they proceeded into the forest.

"Isn't Oberon the second largest moon in Uranus?" Maris asked.

Logan nodded. "But it isn't that Oberon. We were names after it."

"Where-" Maris got cut off by the loud growling of wolves. Brown and dirty werewolves with an unpleasant smell encircled Maris and Logan. "Oh, no."

Logan pushed her behind him and snarled, his hand secured on her back.

Logan transformed into a big white wolf and one of the rogue's launched at him, sending him to the ground. Fear had a tight grip on Maris as she watched them battle on the ground. Logan bit the neck of the wolf and it yelped.

Maris turned and almost peed on her body when she saw one of the wolves snarling at her. It jumped in an attempt to bite Maris, but Logan struck at the wolf.

Out of no where, Maris confidence bar increased to a hundred percent and she stood, rolling her fist and clenching her jaw.

Instantly, she put her fingers in her mouth and whistled so loud it got the attention of all the wolves.

"Stop fighting at once!" Her voice sounded like a whistle and it made the wolves to fall and whimper. "Get up!"

They stood up like they were her stringed puppets.

Her face was flat and her eyes were a deep shade of grey.

"Rogues, fight till you kill yourselves." She ordered through gritted teeth.