Moonlight Intruder

Moonlight Intruder
Sylvia's POV

Not just some instinct, but I could sense an injury on the person through my healing abilities, and the way Zila, my wolf growled inside of me, confirmed it.

I should turn, and head back outside, knowing there was someone waiting for me in that room.

And when I say someone, I know nothing good could ever come out of it. I mean…..who sneaks into the room and waits for someone if not an assassin?

I stepped into the room, my steps slow, though I acted like I hadn't noticed the presence of someone in the room.

My gaze was fixed on the side where my sword lies, and one thing I hoped for was that the intruder shouldn't notice that.

Well, the person didn't.

I heard movements at my back, even though it was stealthy as crazy.

Then the unsheathing of a sword followed, everything happening so quickly.

I turned around, moving away from where I stood as my hand grabbed my sword, defending the attack.

Well, surprise. I've got a female masked assassin waiting for me in my room.

The lady's eyes were the only thing that wasn't under a black veil. Her eyes widened in surprise, realizing that I had noticed her presence in the room.

Surprised, bitch? Well, I've got my incredible abilities to thank.

She withdrew, swirling around as she tried to attack again, this time more fiercely and determined and even though I dodged, her sword came at me again almost immediately.

I kept blocking her attacks, jumping on the bed as I backflipped, landing on the other side of the bed.

Her sword tried to cut me into two, and I escaped with less than an inch. The lady is skilled, also blessed with strength that I found it hard to subdue her.

She shifted to the back, and for a moment, I thought she was retreating.

But I knew better than to think that because, assassins never retreat, and when they do, it's because the opponent was no match for them.

Heck! In this fight, this girl was surely taking the upper hand than me.

While I tried to process what she was doing, she let a smoke cracker loose, the thing rolling multiple times on the floor before it exploded.

Before it did, I quickly grabbed the duvet, using it to cover my whole body.

She absolutely wanted the smoke to get me distracted and unable to see her strikes, but I won't let her have her way.

The smoke had cracked, and I let go of the duvet. Though the whole room was covered in smoke, everything looked like the morning fog, I could still see the lady clearly.

She dug her hands into her side pockets and threw something at me. Two metals came flying my way and because of the smoke, I couldn't figure out what it was until it got to my side.

Though I intended to dodge from the beginning, the metal still grazed through my shoulder.

Watching it on the floor, I realized it was stunt blades.

Those kinds of small hidden weapons that can get you killed faster than a sword.

Their Creed likes cunning weapons like that, yeah?

The whooshing sound of something being thrown to the air was what made me dart my gaze back to the assassin.

I moved my shoulder, dodging the stunt blades she had sent me. And oh, the lady is persistent as she didn't stop sending those blades until another hit me by the second shoulder.

The smoke had cleared, leaving only a bit for us to deal with.

The lady rushed towards me, her sword in the air as she pointed it towards me. But even a fighter who sulks would surely dodge that attack.

I moved, turning as the back of my sword sent her legs hitting the bedframe before I turned to face her again, my sword getting driven into her stomach.

Opps. That was easy.

She let out a soft gasp as she lifted her gaze to look at me, her eyes getting filled with tears from the pain. She held the sword with trembling hands and in situations like this, I was supposed to pity her, but I couldn't.

She had tried to kill me, and this fight was meant to end in such a way that one person dies.

If I don't kill her, then she will surely kill me.

That's the rule.

Her blood dripped on the bedsheets, then she slumped to the ground, forcing my sword out of her. Her veil got off from her face as she held the side of her stomach, her hand on the wound with blood staining her hands.

The lady was a beauty. Pointed nose with flat cheeks, silver-blue eyes that every man would want to die for, and long lashes that were now wet with tears.

She could have lived a better life, but the only mistake she made was becoming an assassin.

My gaze was forced to leave her as the door creaked open.

“Sylvia, you….” Valen paused, the moment he sighted the bloody sword in my hands, then the blood on the bedsheets.

His eyes widened as he rushed over to me. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked.

I smiled. “The one who's hurt is her, not me”

That was when Valen noticed the assassin still groaning on the floor, her gaze fixed on a spot like someone who was thinking about every happy memory she had back before now.

Well, that was cringe.

Valen sighed, the both of us standing in front of the lady as I pointed my sword on her.

“Who sent you?” I asked, and she chuckled.

“What? Threatening someone who's already dying?” She asked.

I couldn't hold back the chuckle that erupted from my throat. “Well, not a threat, but it's just that I can make your death real quick and painful” I thought she'd flinch at those words, but she didn't.

“Your princess. That…….should be….enough right?” The lady groaned, giving the information out not because of my threat, but because she wanted to.

That was Fiona. She still sent the same bunch of assassins after me even after the first one.

My jaws tightened.

“And who's heading your Creed?” Valen asked.

She laughed, but gave no response, just glared at us.

“I think we should keep her, she would be useful. I can save her” I said, my gaze turning to the Alpha, but the lady's voice brought me back to her face.

“The leader…..won't stop until……. you're ruined” she said. My gaze squinted, everything in me trying to process her words.

With her trembling hand, she dug her hand into her pocket, and when I knew what she took out, it was too late.

She had brought a short knife out, slashing her own neck with it.

“No!” I yelled, but it was too late.

She died immediately.