FEAR FOR MY LIFE

ELIZABETH' S POV

He turned his back and the second he did, I bolted. My bare feet barely made a sound, but I didn’t get far when his hand caught my arm like a steel trap.

" why is his hand this strong, what do they feed on? " I said to myself feeling the firm grip and being frightened at the same time.

“Don’t make me touch you again,” he warned, his tone low but not cruel. “If I do, my head’s on the line.” I glared at him. “Then let me go.”

“The moment you step outside that door, you’re dead,” he said flatly. “If I were you, I’d think twice before running.” with that, he left the room without closing the door.

Dead, how ? The word rang in my ears. Dead from what? Or who ? I pressed my ear to the door. Voices drifted in. “She saw too much,” someone was saying, “Why keep her alive?”

at that instant my blood turned cold. “She’s human,” another voice replied. “Humans talk and they run too they should never be trusted”

I couldn’t breathe, my heart pounded, my thoughts racing to Pinky. Where’s my Pinky ? Did they hurt her? Did they kill her?

Before I could think further, a new voice cut in so cold, Distant and commanding

“Watch her," he commanded "stop snooping and stop saying unnecessary things" he said that without emotions or warmth but with control and warning.

Instant silence, even through the door without seeing him, I could feel the weight of his presence.

The others hesitated, as if they couldn’t believe what they’d just heard.

“What has come over the Alpha and why is he still keeping the human girl here?” someone muttered under his breath.

No one answered.

I sank to the floor, my back to the door, my body was trembling, but not entirely from fear. Because even though I should have been terrified… a part of me remembered the way those golden eyes had looked at me and I didn’t know why… but I wasn’t sure I wanted to forget them.

Elizabeth sat back down on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. The fabric was soft, almost too soft for a place that felt like a cage. Her ears strained to catch any sound beyond the heavy wooden door, the faint shuffle of boots, the low murmur of voices, and once, the sound of claws scraping against stone.

She closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart.”Think Liz! think, you’ve been in worst situation than this or maybe not this bad but close” . But every time she tried to recall the exact moment everything changed, her mind kept going back to one thing, the tall, dark eyed man whose gaze had pinned her in place before everything went black.

A cold shiver ran through her,that wasn’t just a man, She had seen him shift his body stretching, twisting, bones breaking and reforming into something massive, something wild. A wolf? Yeah a wolf bigger than any animal she’d ever seen. The memory of it made her stomach tighten.

The door clicked, Slowly and Deliberately. She immediately stood to her feet, ready to fight or flee but she wasn’t sure which, and when the door opened, it wasn’t Brooklyn It was him.

Evan filled the doorway like a shadow, tall and broad, his presence swallowing the room. His eyes were dark as midnight and colder than she expected, his gaze swept over her in one slow, assessing glance. Not the kind of look men gave when they were simply curious. This was something entirely different.

Elizabeth’s throat tightened, but she forced herself to speak. “Where am I? And where’s my dog?”

He didn’t answer right away, Instead, he stepped inside and closed the door with a quiet finality that sent a wave of unease down her spine.

“You’re safe here,” he said finally, his voice deep and even, as if he were trying to convince himself as much as her.

“Safe?” She let out a bitter laugh. “I woke up in a strange bed, with strangers outside talking about whether I should be alive or not, and that’s your definition of being safe?”

His gaze didn’t waver, but something flickered in his eyes, that happened so fast she wondered if she had imagined it. “No one will touch you.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” she pressed, her fear quickly turning into defiance. “Why am I here? What do you want from me?”

Evan stepped closer, his presence somehow heavier with every inch of distance closed. “You wouldn’t survive a night out there, trust me" he said, his tone low. “Not with what’s moving through the woods.”

She swallowed hard, remembering the distant howls she’d heard in the past few nights. “Then let me go back to my home. I’ll take my chances.”

“You don’t understand,” he said, his voice tightening for the first time. “There are things out there, things that would tear you apart before you could take ten steps and that’s because you stumbled into a place you shouldn’t have.”

Elizabeth stared at him, every instinct screaming at her to run, but the way he said it, the way his jaw clenched, as if he were holding back something and that made a knot form in her chest.

Outside, somewhere beyond the thick stone walls, a howl rose into the night, low and long, carrying with it a promise of danger and destruction.

Evan’s head turned sharply toward the sound, his eyes, when they came back to her, were different. “Stay here,” he ordered, moving toward the door.She took a step forward. “Wait!” But he was already gone, the door closing behind him, leaving her with more questions than answer and the unsettling knowledge that whatever he was protecting her from might be the very thing that made him who he was.