Chapter 1: Her Saviour.
Charlotte
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A hand reached out towards her, amidst the thick billows of smoke that rose into the night sky.
“I’m here to help you.” His deep voice echoed, “But, I can only do that if you take my hand.”
The dagger in her hand hit the ground with a reverberating clang that was muffled by the chaos that played out behind them.
The coarse palms grazed her cheeks wiping the blood stain that smudged her skin.
“... I'll make it all go away.”
“Y..o..u…b..i..t..c..h.” The bloodied man beside her slurred, a burning thirst for vengeance in his eyes.
Her eyes widened, she picked up the dagger plunging it into his chest as tears streamed down her face.
“Leave me alone…please.”
The man dropped dead on the floor, life leaving his eyes as his hand hung limply on the side.
She clutched her breath, her words caught in her chest as the world closed in on her.
A hand was firmly placed on her shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.
“Just follow me.”
And she followed him, a little lamb with nowhere else to go.
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The air whooshed around Charlotte as his fist made contact with her jaw.
There was a resonating crack and the force threw her off balance, she spun on her heels, her hands placed in a defensive position as she spat out blood.
“That was very gentleman-ly of you.” She mocked sarcastically, her eyes were trained on his, monitoring every movement.
Damian shrugged his hands, anchoring one foot behind him. He leapt forward aiming a round house kick at an incredible speed.
Charlotte could barely keep up, she dodged narrowly missing his attack. “Is that all you've got, pretty boy?”
“If you spent less time talking and actually focused maybe you would've gotten at least one hit in.” He taunted, sending a flurry of punches her way.
She cursed under her breath, her eyes narrowing as she searched for a weak spot.
None.
Damian never left any, his attacks were cruel, calculated and mercilessly effective, Charlotte always lost even though she was by no means weak.
He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, pinning her against the floor, a victorious win creeping unto his face, “Another win for me.”
“Wha..How!” Charlotte groaned, clutching her bruised neck.
He poked her forehead, “I already won before we even started.”
Damian helped Charlotte up, leading her past the copse of trees that kept their little cottage away from prying eyes.
There was a mutual silence as they ventured through the pack borders.
He glanced at her, eventually breaking the silence, his voice soft, “Don't think about it too much, you're just there to train till our probation period is over.”
Charlotte nodded absent mindedly, kicking the pebbles on her path.
He pushed her forward, gesturing at the figure that flailed her arms in the distance, “Mila's already waiting for you.”
“You're not coming with us?” Charlotte interrupted abruptly, tugging at the hem of her oversized sweatshirt.
“Me and Christian are on patrol duty, we'll see you later.” He raised his hand in mock salute, slowly easing backwards. “Don't get in too much trouble!”
His figure faded into the distance and Mila bounded towards Charlotte, looping her arms around hers.
“Hurry up, lots of muscles and abs await us.”
Charlotte's face contorted in a playful scowl as she wrestled Mila's arm off her, “And here I was thinking you've seen enough to last you a lifetime.”
“Everyone knows you can't have enough of THAT!” Mila sighed in exasperation as she pulled Charlotte along, “Hurry up! We're already late.”
Charlotte broke into a jog, trailing behind Mila as they raced to the pack's training fields.
The pack warriors sparred in pairs, their muscles gleaming under the sun.
Mila smacked her thighs, she stared dreamily, drool oozing off the corner of her lips. “They look so delicious.
“Focus, Mila. We’re here to train not to play hooky—”
Charlotte’s eyes locked onto a man that approached their direction, fur bristled beneath her skin and she instinctively tugged Mila behind her.
“Hello, I’m Beckham Houston,” The man greeted with a smile. “And I'm in charge of training the new intakes.”
Charlotte lowered her guard but her gaze remained fixed on him. “I’m Harley.” She bit back the acrid taste of the name on her tongue.
‘I’m not, that's not my name.’
The she-wolf popped her head from behind Charlotte, “And this is Mila.”
“Damian informed me you’d be coming today. Any last names?”
Mila cleared her throat awkwardly, “I believe our first names will do just fine.”
Beckham didn't pry any further, noting Mila's stiff stance.
‘Family must be a sensitive topic for them.’
As he stood in front of the warriors, a sharp whistle left his lips and like clockwork, all the warriors assembled in straight lines.
“We have new fledglings here–”
Charlotte keenly observed each of them, maintaining her usual poker face.
“Would anyone like to volunteer to spar with them?” Beckham bellowed.
Murmurs broke through the crowd as they whispered amongst themselves, none of them stepped forward.
“And I've been looking for a good fight.” Mila sighed.
Beckham raised his arm and the whole field went silent, “In the absence of competitors-”
An auburn-haired warrior with thick freckles raised his hand. “I’ll fight…her.” He pointed towards Mila.
A slow grind made its way to Charlotte's face, “Guess you'll get the fight you've been wanting after all.”
Mila stepped into the ring, tugging her sweater over her head.
Gasps rippled through the crowd as they stared at Mila's back, scars crisscrossed her skin, both old and new alike.
The auburn-haired man stepped into the ring. Unlike the other warriors he was lean and muscular with the perfect muscle ratio Mila adored.
They circled each other. “Arthur,” the man smirked, extending a hand. “Fair fight? Wouldn’t want to hurt a pretty girl.”
Mila brushed his hand away, her usual playful demeanor disappeared, “I’ll play fair if you do.”
His grin widened and he lunged at Mila, his claws reaching out to slash her skin.
Mila dodged with ease, grabbing his arm as he flipped him into the floor.
“Who do you think will win?” Beckham asked, intently watching every second of the brutally one sided fight.
“She already has,” Charlotte opened her lidded eyes, staring at the ring with an eerie calm.
Mila pinned Arthur to the floor, she gripped his hand firmly, pressing his claws against his neck. “You’re dead,” she whispered, drawing blood.
Arthur struggled but Mila's grip was like an iron vice. Unbending.
“It’s a win,” Beckham announced, scanning through the crowd, “Anyone else?”
No one stepped forward.
Mila jogged out of the ring, tossing a wink at her Auburn haired victim.
“You seemed like you had lots of fun.” Charlotte said dryly.
Beckham's smile vanished and his cold, empty eyes locked onto Charlotte's and her blood ran cold.
“The Alpha…”
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