Chapter 10 Chapter ten
The air crackled with the scent of blood and smoke.
The witches’ shrieks split the forest night as the massive black wolf lunged, his fangs flashing like silver under the moonlight. One witch barely raised her staff before his claws tore through her chest. Another tried to mutter a spell, but the Sylvia was faster, his jaws closed around her throat, silencing her forever.
The battle was short, brutal, and final. When it was over, the clearing was silent except for the wolf’s heavy breathing. His fur was matted with blood—some his, mostly theirs. The moonlight shimmered across his back as he turned, his eyes locking on the trembling figure huddled against the ruined alter.
The witches stand no chance against Sylvia, he didn't allow them to laid their claws on him.
My eyes widened, glistening with tears as I stared at the wolf who had just saved me. My chains lay broken beside me, melted by the magical surge of his fury. Slowly, cautiously, she whispered, “Sylvia?”
The wolf’s form shuddered, bones cracking and shifting beneath his skin. The monstrous shape collapsed inward, reshaping into that of a man. Within seconds, Sylvia stood there—barefoot, shirt torn, blood streaking his chest and jaw. His golden eyes still glowed faintly in the dark, his breath ragged from the fight.
I took a shaky step forward. My lips trembled, my mind barely able to process what I had witnessed, the violence, the power, the relief. Tears spilled freely now. “You found me, Sylvia” I whispered.
Before Sylvia could answer, I ran to him and threw my arms around his neck. He stiffened at first, surprised by the force of my embrace.
Sylvia know I will never careless hug him on my own.
Then slowly wrapped his arms around me, drawing me close. My body trembled against his, part terror, part relief, part something deeper neither of us dared to name.
“Don’t ever run away like that again,” Sylvia said, his voice low but firm. His hands slid to my waist, holding me as though to reassure himself I was real, alive, safe. “Do you know how scared I was?”
My breath caught. His words carried more weight than I could bear. I gently took his wrists and lowered them from my waist, my fingers lingering against his skin longer than they should have. The closeness made me heart pound violently in her chest.
What is this feeling? The very first time I feel this way, was the day I met him at the woods. Even Claus has never made me feel like this.
I feel Mali heat growing wide, thank the moon goddess nothing happened to her. Mali howl and leapt in excitement. She always get to be this way whenever Sylvia is near us.
“I...I didn’t mean to,” I started, but my voice faltered.
The world around me tilted slightly, the trees blurring at the edges. My throat was dry, burning from thirst. The exhaustion of the ordeal, the pain, the silver burns, the fear, all crashed down at once.
My knees buckled. They were weak and weary from running couples of miles. My head feel light.
“Ellie!” was all I heard before darkness swallow me.
Sylvia caught her before she hit the ground, his arms strong and steady. Her head rested against his chest, her breath shallow but even. His jaw tightened as he looked down at her, the fierce, proud girl who had always stood her ground, now fragile and unconscious in his arms.
He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes softening. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.
The night was quiet again, save for the whisper of wind through the trees. The blood of witches soaked the earth, the ritual circle broken. But in Sylvia’s arms, she looked peaceful like a storm that had finally passed.
And for the first time in days, Sylvia allowed himself to breathe.
one thing he's scared of losing is Ellie, he can't imagine a life without her. Even if she didn't accept him as his mate, he just want to see happy, even if he isn't the one makes her to be happy.