Witch's Bane

I woke up feeling sore all over and it took me a while to realise that I was somewhere I've never been before, I tried to move my hands to feel the area I was lying in and it was the softest thing I've ever been in, it was so comfortable that I was tempted to go back to sleep if it wasn't for the memories of yesterday that came flooding back like rain droplets on a cold winter day, my pursuers, the hunky werewolf man and my book!

'ah! The book!' I immediately rose up and I realised that was a huge mistake as I felt my head pounding like it was being hammered and my ankle experienced a sharp pain once again.

I did regretted sitting up so suddenly, I looked around for my book and it was nowhere to be seen, I looked around again and I noticed that I was in a cabin with lots of weird art, it was a personal kind of room with lots personal things,from a sofa chair of black velvet and a dull coloured rug in the middle.

I slowly stood up and proceeded to get out of the room; limping, staggering and holding onto the walls to get my bearings. I reached for the door and I was lucky to find it open. I opened it slowly and was hit by the warm afternoon sunlight and my head took it as pounding time, I instinctively reached out to hold it letting go of my support by the door knob and I fell right outside on the front porch, hitting my head once again,

This head will be the death of me, literally…..

I groaned a bit louder and I heard footsteps closing in where I was lying and I was truly tempted to stay there if it wasn't for the same voice I had last night saying,

" And where do you think you're going corderito with those wounds?" with that same firm baritone that gives me the good chills,

Yum!!!-----

I stopped what I was trying to do, which was trying to get up and follow the path that branched off from the three steps down the porch,

" Umm, what does it look like?" I replied sarcastically and trying to stay calm as my stupid heart began pounding hither and thither.

" I'm trying to get to that path and escape, duh!?" I added and then nothing, since I was still facing down, I only heard him sigh in a way that said I was a child trying to be stubborn then I felt hands scooping me up and holding me the same way he did last time. As he held me towards the same room I was trying so hard to run away from, I finally saw him again, same facial features that took my breath away for the second time, in sunlight which was much better.

How could I miss those grey eyes or was it ember last night?! It was still a bit foggy,he was fully clothed in a flannel shirt that hugged his herculean muscles, a bit of chest hair was peeping from underneath the shirt, how I saw it?! Don't ask! I spotted blue jeans that I bet hugged his butt,

What the hell was I think!?!----

He looked down and caught me looking at him since he carried up bridal style and he was still taller than me, and I just huffed and looked away, a bit embarrassed and blushing obviously.

On reaching the room, he gently placed me on the bed, his bed actually since this was definitely his room, he had the same cologne as the beddings, which was spicy and had that woody smoke smell.

Who are you? Where is my book? Those were the words I was supposed to ask instead I laid there gawking at his butt as he bent down towards the short cupboard drawers to get something, I mean can you really blame a guy?The guy was a true Hercules yet gentle at the same time.

Once again, he caught me looking at him and I had to look away blushing and he just gave me a one sided smile, oh wait, it was a smirk!

The jerk

"Here!'' As he handed me my tome, I quickly took it and held it on my chest as if holding a precious baby and rocking from side to side never wanting to let go.

I heard him chuckle this time as I looked up to see him looking at me with amusement, this made me to blush once more which also made me angry and maybe knocked some sense in me.

" Who are you? Why were you chasing me? Why help me?" I had lots of questions but was cut off when he raised his hand in the air, stopping me! Me! Who could talk the most quiet person to death or so I thought,who does he think he is? But my body liked the dominance, the traitor!

" Look-" I began but he beat me to it and said,

" Dominico " he said and I gave him that questioning look of confusion, he said it like I was supposed to understand what it meant.

"My name is Dominico " he repeated and I understood but I was still pissed at his arrogance.

"Why were you chasing me?" I asked again curiously as I folded my arms together below my chest trying to look serious and angry and he followed suit. While I was feigning anger, he just looked at me like a poor lamb who didn't have a chance at it and probably smelled it on me. He was a werewolf after all and he probably smelled my fear and confusion underneath, I sighed inwardly and let my hands fall down yet he didn't unfold his.

"Who are you?" It was my turn to reply who I was, apparently he saw that I was being chased by two guys who were shooting fireballs at me and he smelled their rage and killing intent so he decided to follow and confront the two men. He managed to scare them away but I continued running. He tried to tell me that he was an ally but I was in shock so the rest I remembered for myself. Who wouldn't be scared of the six-foot tall beast? Come on!

I muttered a thank you for the help and looked away, out the cottage windows, that's when I saw a huge eagle looking back at me. And a sound I took long without hearing escaped my lips.