Twin Moon - Chapter 232 - Uncanny
Whiskey.
What is a Zee? Why is he calling me Zee? I didn’t respond to the strange beast, instead, I turned my body slightly to the side, bent my knees and lifted my arm over my shoulder. I wrapped my hand tightly around the handle of my blade, ready to pull it from its holster. I was prepared to fight, if that’s what the beast wants. He stepped closer toward me, lifted his nose to the air and sniffed. He furrowed his brows and stepped closer again.
“Who are you?” he demanded in a loud and earth-shattering voice. Again, I gave no response, I just curled my lips back and snarled. Come on beasty boy, let’s dance.
“What did you do to her?” he demanded again. His voice took on a deep and rumbling roar. A shiver ran up my spine. I'm not sure how or why, but this mutt felt different, more powerful. A quick flicker of curiosity passed through my brain. Who could he be talking about? I shook the questions from my mind and put my concentration back on the situation at hand. I pulled the blade slowly out of its holster and pointed it at the large man. His canines extended and he growled. The sound echoed through the trees and shook the ground beneath my feet. Oh yes, this beast will definitely put up one hell of a fight. I smiled at the thought, which seemed to provoke the man further. I glared at him, waiting for him to charge first. They always do. The stupid animals take one look at me, weigh up my size and stature and think it an easy win. Each one of those fools are dead now. This beast will be no different.
I waited, and nothing. He didn’t charge, he stood patient, holding his ground. So, he’s smart then. Fine. I can adapt. I lunged first, aiming to plunge my blade into the stomach of the man. He was quick for his size, spinning out of my reach at the last second. I didn’t wait for him to charge this time and I went for him again. I ran forward, launching myself through the air, I came down on him with my blade aimed for his chest. Just as the blade was about to pierce his skin, I was blocked. Not by his hand or a weapon, the blade was halted by nothing, some kind of invisible shield. What kind of magic is this? I glared at the man, trying to understand what had just happened. He glared back at me with haunting eyes, eyes that were glowing a brilliant silver.
A low and threatening growl burst from his lips, and before I had a moment to react, he grabbed me around the throat and slammed my back into a tree. I rounded my blade on him but once again, I was stopped by that same invisible shield. I growled in frustration and swung my weapon again. This time the blade was ripped from my grip. Though not by his hand. The blade hung in the air not far above my head. I marvelled at it as it turned slowly through the air, held up by nothing. It twisted and turned, and then folded in on itself, until it dropped to the ground as a crumpled mess. This fucking bastard, I loved that blade. I lifted my arm for the other blade but he grabbed my wrist and held it at the side of my head. I’ll give him one thing, he certainly wasn’t weak anymore.
He pressed his body up against mine, pushing himself between my legs and holding me in place with his hips. He ran his nose slowly along the nape of my neck. My body betrayed me and responded with a shiver. I gasped and unknowingly tipped my head to the side, giving the stranger more access to my neck. Fuck. I need to snap out of it. I growled and kicked my leg out, connecting the tip of my foot to his shin. He growled back and lifted me off the ground by my neck and wrist. I kicked my legs out furiously, aiming for anything I could reach. What am I doing, I'm thinking like a trapped animal. I am not capable of being trapped, nor am I a helpless animal. I am powerful, I am death. I glared down at the beast and sucked in a deep breath, taking with it all of the air around him. His eyes went wide and he coughed once. But then he was fine. No. He should be choking, suffocating, dying. Why isn’t my power working, why kind of beast is he? I threw my fist forward at his face, but it slammed against the invisible shield. I felt my knuckles crunch under the pressure of the blow to the impenetrable wall. The man gazed at me, both anger and curiosity filling his glowing silver eyes.
“Enough” he demanded. He pulled my other blade from its holster and threw it across the ground to the other side of the clearing.
“I don’t want to hurt you” he said slowly and cautiously as he lowered me back to my feet. He loosened his grip on my neck, enough for me to breathe unobstructed, but not enough for me to get free. His other hand kept my non broken hand pinned to the tree above my head. Though I could already feel the broken bones shifting and realigning back into place.
“Will you stop trying to kill me?” he asked, his voice was gravely and rough and held an aura of dominance to it. I looked over his handsome face as he waited for my answer. He is more powerful than I expected. I underestimated him. I won't do that again. But I can’t let him go free until I understand how, or where, his power came from. If he is truly like me, a creation of the hunters, that could mean there are more of us. If that’s the case, I have to find out how many, and where they are. They could assist me in my mission. I swallowed down the need for blood and buried my desire to cut him into small pieces. I relaxed my furious face and nodded my head slowly.
The glow of his eyes slowly melted away, giving way to the bluest of blue. A tinge of guilt ran through me and a sense of longing filled my shrivelled heart. I stared into his eyes as his face morphed into Saxton’s. Smooth caramel skin, long thick lashes, wide plump lips, and that small mole on his chin. His deep blue ocean eyes stared back at me with love and adoration. No! This isn’t real. I blinked my eyes and shook my head. My lips curled back and a growl bubbled through my exposed teeth.
“What are you?” he asked me, his head again tilted to the side as he studied my face. He held no malice or fear in his intense gaze, only confusion and curiosity. But wait, he asked ‘what’ am I, not ’who’ am I. Does that mean he can tell I am not a normal human? I didn’t answer his question, instead, I tried to get a read on him. I breathed in through my nose, taking in his scent and emotions. He was confused, but his scent was filled with pain and anguish. He was tormented, like he was grieving. His scent was like warm ocean air, with hints of citrus. I realised I was staring blankly at the man when a chuckle fell from his pink lips.
“I can see you scenting me, little she-wolf, have you figured out if you can trust me yet?” he asked teasingly. He was joking with me, playing even. He doesn’t know me, he doesn’t know that I am a threat, and yet he is so calm and fearless. Why? He leaned his face closer to mine and sniffed up the side of my neck, all the way to my cheek. His face was so close, I could feel his breath on my cheek. But surprisingly, I wasn’t disgusted, I was intrigued.
“It’s uncanny” he whispered to himself. He moved his body back and roamed his eyes from my face and down my body, then back up again.
“If I let you go, will you attack me again?” he asked gently. I slowly shook my head from side to side, and he removed his fingers from around my neck. He took two large steps away from me, giving me room to breathe and think, which came a lot easier without his intoxicating scent filling my senses.
“Can you speak English?” he asked me as he crossed his arms over his chest, making him look three times bigger. I had a choice to make here. One, kill the beast and forget about all the questions of how, where, and why, coursing through my brain. Or two, speak to him. I can ask him questions, let him ask me questions in return, trick him into trusting me, and then go from there.
“Yes” I answered him, deciding on option two.
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