Chapter 6 Where Is Your Mate

• "You are digging your own grave."
• That voice was something she did not expect. That was very in-depth. Something that could kill her alive.
• She was losing her mind thinking about what was happening around her.
• The weakness was eating her slowly. Her frozen body needed warmth.
• She wanted to open her eyes but was not able to do it.
• Lifting her hand she wanted his support.
• Then she felt the warmth she wanted. A tear rolled down from her closing eyes.
• She sobbed. "Will you give me shelter?" She asked as she tried to stand up while taking support of his hand.
• It was like she knew him for a while as if he was her nearest person to offer her protection from her family who wanted to sell her as a prostitute, from those men who wanted to destroy her.
• For a moment, she felt like staying with him as he wanted to be with her.
• Questioning this sudden thought, she considered it was all because of her dizziness.
• Or was it really her fate?
• She could not stand up but was about to fall, he scoffed,
• "I have never seen a foolish girl like you before. You came to the mouth of death and asked for shelter to let you stay alive?"
• She did not retort to him back.
• A pair of warm arms wrapped around her legs and her waist. He lifted her upa and went inside his house.
• The heat from his body embraced her thoroughly. This type of warmness she had never felt before.
• Was it called a woman's safe place?
• Different thoughts came to her dizzy mind. She put her head on his chest.
• She heard him. His voice was getting lower and almost unbearable.
• "What is wrong with this girl? Every time she saw me, always fainted."
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• Delilah could hear the sound of birds, their chirping was something like angelic. As if those birds were very close to her.
• The smell of forest and rain clutched her nose.
• A smile scrambled on her soft lips. She did not want to wake up. It was like she was in a dream. She had never slept so peacefully before.
• She opened her eyes. She stared at a wooden ceiling for a while.
• Then she sat up and glanced around. She was in a room.
• The room was big enough for two or three people. There was a cabinet and a tool besides a wall.
• She looked down at the bed where she was sitting. It was a soft and cozy bed.
• She was wrapped in a blanket.
• She immediately looked under it to see if she was in her full clothes.
• When she saw she was in her clothes she let out a sigh of reassurance.
• "What am I doing here?"
• She glanced at the large window beside the bed. The forest was visible through it.
• She could see the dark green trees. The leaves of the trees were moving in the wind.
• Such beautiful scenery of nature amazed her eyes.
• Every memory before she lost her consciousness came across her mind.
• She remembered how she told the man that she would be his slave so that she could convince him to let her stay here.
• She gasped.
• She put her hands over her mouth.
• 'What have I done?' She thought.
• She cursed herself.
• 'How could I say that for living in a house? Mother wanted to sell me and I did not want to let them use my body and here I am. How could I say that to him? What will I do now?'
• She was so sick at that time, she almost died of a cold. So she did not know what she was saying.
• Now that she was conscious, she regretted it.
• However, she did not forget the warmth when he lifted her.
• She slowly got down from the bed. She made her way to the door and headed to the stairs nervously.
• When she reached downstairs, she saw that man sitting on the floor doing something.
• When she went close she saw him sharpening a wooden stake with a sharp knife.
• Delilah clutched her dress when she saw the wooden stake. 'Will he kill me with it? Why is he making a killer weapon? Isn't it made to kill werewolves?'
• She shook in fear. She looked at him carefully.
• He looked dangerous for sure. But his handsome face was something that made her think that he was not that harmful until he looked at her.
• His eyes were full of clouds. Her heart almost stopped looking into his eyes.
• He averted his gaze. His hands never stop working as if he used to do that for years.
• Delilah cleared her throat. "W-Well...Good mor-morning?"
• She lost her words and greeted him in the morning. She slapped his head in her mind. She was behaving like a fool.
• He did not reply to her as if she did not exist.
• "I-I just w-woke up." She started to speak again.
• "Three days." He spoke out.
• "Hmm?"
• She was confused. Three days what?
• He replied, "You woke up after three days."
• She was stunned. She was sleeping for three days? Was her fever that high?
• "I am so sorry for this inconvenience. I never had that high fever before. By the way, I am Delilah."
• She explained and tried to converse with him.
• He did not care to respond. He put down the wooden stake he was working on and took another one.
• Delilah realized there were three more stakes like that spreading on the floor beside him.
• What would he do with those stakes?
• There was no sound in the house but only the sound of scratching the wood was audible.
• "W-What is your name?" She asked. She did not know what more she could ask him right now.
• He was doing his work without answering back. She thought he did not like to tell her his name.
• But he let out with his cold voice,
• "Everett."
• Delilah did not know why but she felt her heart beating faster. She stared at the unknown man who she didn't even know but thinking to stay with him in a small wooden house and did not know for how much time she would stay there.
• She pronounced his name in her mind.
• 'EVERETT'
• Suddenly a question arose in her heart. She could not help but ask him.
• "Where is your mate?"
• He looked young but Delilah could understand that he was older than her.
• 'He looks like in his mid-twenties. He must have his mate. Is she living here with him? Was that why he was angry when I told him to let me stay here? But I can't see any of her traces here. Where is she?' She thought.
• His hands paused hearing her question.
• A shiver ran down her spine when she heard his angry voice.
• "I killed her."