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Time stood still as Bavanda stared at the unrecognizable reflection of herself in the stranger's eyes—Empty.
She had screamed but it seemed no one had heard her. She could feel nothing else, only the coldness of the hand wrapped around her neck.
The world was quiet, brought to a stop by forces too dark to comprehend. And only her voice was heard, “Hello, Bavanda.”
Meanwhile, she wasn't the only one who had been deserted by the goddess of sleep. Through the dim lit corridors of the pack house, Steve strode with his hands in his pants, checking rooms that had already been checked, and making sure there were no threats lurking around. This was what he told himself, but it was basically just an excuse to cover up his insomnia.
As he walked past the balcony of the upper floor, his eyes caught sight of something, making him walk right back. His eyes widened slightly, and almost immediately, he darted down the staircase to the open field.
A confused expression settled on his face. He had seen two figures, one was visibly strangling the other, but now, what was before him was something different.
Steve dared to take a step forward, he couldn't afford to be scared. “Who's there?" He called out.
She turned to him, and he froze, ready to react in whatever way was expected. However, his eyes fell on the princess.
"Bavanda,” he gasped, closing the distance between them in no time.
There was a figure cloaked in black, lying on her laps, unmoving. Steve looked from her to the strange person, wondering what was going on.
“Princess, what's going on? Who is this?" He questioned, appearing fully in sight.
Bavanda looked up at him, and for a moment, there was a flash of something unrecognizable in her eyes. He froze for a minute, before recovering himself back. “What is going on here? Why are you outside so late, all by yourself?” He demanded.
Her voice came out rough, like it didn't belong to her. “Steve, we need to help her. Call the pack doctor immediately, something happened to her?" She ranted.
Steve frowned. “What do you mean we need to help her? Who is she?" He reached out to uncover her cloak, but he barely made it halfway when Bavanda held his hand, her grip way too tight.
“Don't touch her." She roared, the same strange look crossing her eyes again.
Steve pulled away forcefully, stepping back. “I just wanted to see who she is. Are you okay, Princess?"
There was no response. Bavanda just sat there, holding the figure tightly to herself, like her life depended on it.
Steve furrowed his brows, clenching and unclenching his fists. Something wasn't right. The princess had been acting strange lately, but this felt way beyond.
Who was this person? And why was Bavanda so concerned for her?
He clenched his jaw, trying to approach Bavanda again. “Princess, listen to me. You need to let go of her. We don’t know who she is.”
Bavanda held the cloaked figure tighter, her breathing ragged. “I said don’t touch her!” Her voice was laced with something unfamiliar—an underlying rage that held a threat of unforeseen danger.
Steve took a cautious step back, his eyes flickering between her and the unconscious girl. This wasn’t just concern, something wasn't right. Bavanda wasn’t just worried about the girl’s safety; she was protecting her like she was something precious. Something sacred.
For someone she didn't even know, no, something was definitely wrong.
“Bavanda, look at me,” Steve tried again, his voice firm but calm. “You’re not yourself. Just let me handle this…”
Bavanda’s head snapped toward him, and for a brief second, her eyes flashed—golden, but not the usual bright warmth of her wolf. This glow was deeper, darker, filled with an intense loathe.
“I am myself.” She rose to her feet, her body tense like a predator ready to pounce. “And I said, Do. Not. Touch. Her.”
Steve exhaled sharply, taking another step back. He wasn’t stupid. If Bavanda lost control, there was no telling what she’d do.
He had no choice. “I’m getting your parents.”
The moment the words left his mouth, Bavanda’s expression twisted. She didn’t say a word, but he saw it—pure anger. And then, just as suddenly, she let out a harsh breath and turned away, still holding onto the girl.
Steve didn’t waste another second. He turned on his heel and sprinted toward the pack house.
She listened. She listened to his thoughts as he raced through the stairs to the Alpha's chamber.
“Ughh! What's wrong with her now? The Princess is getting out of control."
She bit her lips, not taking her eyes off the girl's face. Her expression was calm, and her features were relaxed, but there was no telling what were beyond those closed eyes. There was no figuring out what this beautiful young lady had been through, until, of course, she woke up. Until then, Bavanda was letting no one harm or near her.
If they thought she was getting out of control, she didn't care.
It didn’t take long for Baron and Avynna to emerge from the pack house. Baron’s presence alone was enough to demand attention, his Alpha aura suffocating in the cold night air. Avynna, on the other hand, held a different kind of power—her gaze sharp, scanning the scene with quiet authority.
Bavanda barely looked at them when they approached. She could already hear their thoughts, and it only fueled her anger.
“Something is wrong with her. Something is wrong with my daughter, and I have no idea what it is.” That was her father.
“Oh Bavanda, you've never been one to cause so much trouble. What's going on? Your mother could really use some sleep.” Her mother.
She clenched her jaw. It was bad enough that they didn’t trust her, but now their thoughts were practically screaming in her head.
Avynna stepped forward first. “Bavanda, explain what’s going on.”
“She needs help.” Bavanda’s voice was cold. “We have to take her in.”
“We don’t know who she is,” Baron said, his voice firm but careful. “You don’t even know who she is.”
Bavanda’s grip tightened on the girl. “I don’t care. She stays.”
Avynna and Baron exchanged a glance. The tension in the air was thick, the weight of their authority pressing down.
Baron took a step closer. “Bavanda, you need to let the doctor examine her. Then we’ll decide what to do next.”
For a minute, there was nothing but silence. No one knew what to expect next.
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