Chapter 3

She seemed to have gotten his message because the next moment,she walked out in front of everyone and lurched at him with full force, tearing his arm in the process.

The tower fell silent as he roared,eyes gone red and fang sliding into his bottom lip as blood dripped continuously from it.

They continued fighting and the fight continued for what seems to be like forever until the lady had him on the floor with her leg on top of his chest.

"I let you win today."

He said, accepting the hand she stretched for him to stand up.

"Meaning you're angry."

She said, wiping the blood stains off her body as she healed completely.

"Renie,how have you been?" He asked and she knew what he meant.

"As always,my answer remains the same. I'm not fine; I'll never be fine until we kill all the werewolves, until we make them pay for what they did to me."

She finished, the hatred in her voice evident and she sure wasn't kidding, she was really gonna make them pay. He slowly nodded.

"Come home with me."

He whispered, caressing her face lovingly as she moved backwards.

"Romance between us is forbidden, Duncan at least not now." She whispered as he nodded in understanding.

"Of course."

She saw the raw pain in his eyes,the torment he was passing through.

Renie had once lived a blissful and sweet life,not until the werewolves attacked them unannounced.They wiped the vampires which were in sight, leaving them few in numbers. In the process, Renie and Duncan's love story was cut short.

Raped by a werewolf, she became pregnant and isolated herself. Duncan fumed and raged but it was futile. His woman had been marked by an unknown werewolf.He tried searching for the werewolf but of course nothing came forth.

"You know where to find me if you need me." He whispered as she nodded.

Returning back to his quiet and cold room,he took his clothes off sighing tiredly as his blue balls nodded vigorously. He needed to sink himself into a woman and not just any woman.

He wanted it to be Renie, sweet and ready most of all, able to match his strength.

The rape incident had made her withdraw from any form of intimate activity. She now termed herself as weak, that's why he let her win the fight.

After she was raped,she hid herself for so many days, refusing to talk to anyone. She ranted,tore at herself and clawed her skin off.

She was always muttering, "Weak! Weak!" And when she found out about being pregnant,it became worse for everyone, especially Lord Duncan.

She became so quiet you'd think she was dead. She continued to clutch her pregnancy, shaking with terror at night and then waking up with nightmares following her.

Of course before the rape,she was missing for three months and in that three months,no one knew what happened or who took her.

She refused to open up to anyone, not even Lord Duncan.

After birth,she put her child away,up for adoption without anyone knowing and a young couple took her, paying a huge sum but Duncan wasn't pleased about it.

He searched for the child, threatened the couple into giving her up as he returned their money back with additional sum on top.

Closing his eyes,he let the cool walls of the bathroom touch his back while the water washed down his face.

Still there was something bothering him,the most important duty. "A wife,a werewolf wife..." He whispered.

"We're finally here."

Clarissa announced,grinning from ear to ear as they stepped out of the car.

"And the house is so huge,I mean how-"

"Can you at least keep quiet for a while-? We've got a lot of time to discuss what and how big the house is for now we need to go in." Gigi reprimanded her as Malcolm chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Clarissa asked, clearly irritated as she stamped her feet.

"You could be helpful here,you know", Gigi said, throwing a lightweight bag to her before following Malcolm into the house.

"Malcolm,how did it go when you came for your pilgrimage? Was it fun?" Clarissa asked, placing the bag at the foot of the stairs.

Indeed it was a beautiful house with the interior top notch.

"Yeah but not all the-"

"Malcolm come over here, would you. I think it's stuck." Gigi's voice disrupted them as Clarissa rolled her eyes.

Malcolm is in his thirties but yet without a mate and it bothers everyone in the pack, including her.

He'd been placed as her tutor even before Gigi was adopted. She a6nd Malcolm had been close ever since she was born but as soon as Gigi came into the picture, everything went down the drain.

She shook her head, clearing her foggy thoughts.

"Not time to ponder on indolent things", she muttered under her breath.

" Why isn't he here? Why did he..."

The hall became silent immediately as Lord Duncan walked in. His eyes scanned the huge tavern where the elders sat.The stench of dried blood hung in the air and not only that, he perceived the most unwanted blood ever. The blood of an animal.

The order has been passed down from their forefathers yet someone dared defy his rules?Looking around,he waved a finger in the air as everyone looked at him.

"I smell the blood of an animal, why?"He asked as the tension left their faces.

"I killed it. The blood ran down that lane. We're not so dumb as to defile your orders. " One of the elders said as he nodded.

"So what's new?" He asked, looking around the tavern as a scary looking vampire stood up.

His fangs were out in the open and his eyes were bloodshot.He's from the savage clan. They're almost always tasty for human blood and must be provided with it as at when due to avoid them running into town.

"I perceived something strange today, something we've not seen in the past twenty years."

He paused for effect. The hall fell silent as he had all eyes on him with eagerness.

"A Lycan's blood", he spilled, smirking with satisfaction.

"Did you say 'a Lycan's blood'?"

Lord Duncan asked, and the vampire nodded.

"It only means one thing: we have werewolves in town. Send as many guards as you can. The minute we lay hold on the pervert, it'll be a huge way to know where their abode is. "