Chapter 7

• Amara's pov
• I kicked the door shut as soon as I stomped into my room. My hands wiped my face trying the clean off the remnant of my tears. I had been happy, this was technically the best birthday month ever seeing that Cora and I could throw off the rogues and we could finally see ourselves in the good enough light but it was all ruined.
• Don't you think we were too harsh? Cora asked as I stumbled out of the bathroom having freshened up and worn my nightie. They haven't always made us feel inadequate.
• But their fears of always wanting to protect us confirmed their exact thoughts! Their exact thoughts of them feeling that we aren't good enough yet! She said nothing to my reply.
• I hopped into bed, pulled the covers over myself and grabbed my phone from the bed stand.
• It was filled with notifications.
• Eros🙄🙃: Do you ever wonder if things will be different if we were both also a part of the mafia aside from being werewolves?
• I snorted.
• Rose💝🤡:Ammaaaarrrrrrrraaaaa! I have been appointed to talk sense into your head as always😒 So see you tomorrow 🙄bye bestie!
• I smirked.
• Liam😐:You should listen to your parents more often Amara, they know what is good for you!
• I frowned.
• Terren❤: How did your hunt go? I already know you will do great love. Will call you tomorrow, sleep tight, I love you🥰
• I grinned.
• I typed out all my replies and shoved the phone aside with the intention of sleeping when my phone pinged.
• I whined reaching out for it. I sat up again and unlocked it. My eyes met with the pop-up message and my heart rate was trippled as apprehension coursed through my being.
• Unknown: Your combat skills are quite an impressive printsessa…Till we meet snyek…
• I looked around frantically and there was no one, my heart was beating fast and I felt light-headed.
• I didn't need to think twice before knowing who had texted me. I would have replied to ask who he was but I couldn't with the options blurred out and the number was unknown.
• I swiped through my screen to check the meaning of the strange words and the first one meant princess in Russian.
• The second, snyek, Sent a chill through me as I read the meaning, only a few people knew what my middle name was. I can't even remember the last time I answered to it and he just addressed me by it.
• I was going crazy. I went back to the text and back to Google. I did the back and forth thing more times that I should have as I stayed rooted to the bed with my fingers clutching my phone tightly.
• It was all real. He had poked and found out too much about me and I wondered what other things he knew and how much of my privacy he had invaded.
• synek, I looked at the word again and gulped. He was definitely watching me now, enjoying how shocked I was.
• He knew, he knew that my middle name was snow.
• *
• I could feel my guts tighten as I stood rooted to my spot. The sound of the sword swishing through the air came first and a strangled cry like that of a wounded beast was the last thing I heard before being splattered with his blood.
• My hands laid limp by my sides. My senses numbing as I stared down at myself. My pink leotard was marred crimson by the abominable liquid, my exposed arms and legs all covered in blood and suddenly the ache I felt in my neck from being strangled earlier was forgotten. I was somewhat glad that I hadn't worn my favorite red leotard, I couldn't imagine it being soaked in blood.
• My gaze traveled to the stiff remains of the creature. Its red wings were faltered and dull, and my heart ached as red was my favorite color. Blood pooled from the headless body staining the white tiling of the balcony and the evening sun rays had chosen that time to cast its light on the dead. Its head had rolled a few paces away from it. Its dark eyes, darker than any night sky widened in shock staring straight at me, its skin ashen and mouth wide open revealing bared teeth, all canines.
• Right there, in the puddle of blood laid the red rose I had in my hair which had fallen off during the struggle and now it was just there with its trampled petals laying in the blood next to the creature who had meant to slay me.
• "Are you okay princess?" The clanging of metal hitting the tile brought me back to my senses as Liam dropped his sword and strode towards me.
• The jacket of his uniform was already off revealing his singlet-clad torso and bare arms which I was too mortified to ogle at, "Amara." He breathed once he was near me draping the jacket over me.
• "What is that?" My throat tightened taking in its form again trying to see if I have read up on or knew such a creature.
• "I don't know." He answered and I felt silly for asking in the first place. He was human, a really strong and special Russian human who fought bears for a living before he was employed. He didn't know much about the existing supernatural creatures despite working with us for years. What made me think he would know about a strange one that had poofed out of nowhere, "You should sit."
• "The necklace." I touched my neck to feel it and the new gift was stained with blood, "I am sorry." I whispered.
• "It's fine." He said, not being bothered that his early birthday gift to me was nearly almost ruined, "We can clean it up and if not, your papa pays me well enough, I can always get you a new one." I wanted to argue but I kept mute. I didn't want a new one. I hated when gifts were replaced, it never always felt the same as the original one and this one was really special coming from him.
• He had my middle name engraved in his native language which made me remember how my stalker had called me that and I wanted to ask Liam to teach me Russian curse words to hurl at him if I ever got the chance to text him back and somehow I wanted to relate this attack to him, I could relate it to him. Only a stalker would be out to kill me or send someone for the job.
• "You are not fine." He gritted turning me to face him. His hand went to my neck to touch the wound and he hissed, "Your papa is going to have my head."
• "I will heal," I told him and a brief sigh of relief escaped his lips like he had forgotten that I was a wolf.
• My head was spinning as what had happened dealt a blow to my paunch.
• Someone just actually tried to kill me.