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Marsai’s first tragedy

Fenrir's POV:

I was about to let out a strangely satisfying growl when I smelt it, the scent of wild roses. It was her. Where?

As if finally calmed, I felt the powerful urge that chaperoned my bloody thirst leaving my body. It began to change, my canines finding their normal position and the lots of hair- finally leaving my body. My bones started cracking and straightening, and soon as I could stand on my two feet again, that was when she walked in.

Her hair was just like I remembered, though it was redder. Her skin glowed under the light as her body swayed elegantly into the room. I took two steps towards her, but before her lovely hazel eyes could reach me, they swept across the room. Her sharp eyes widened in shock as she let out a loud gasp, then screamed.

Her scream resonated deep within my eardrums, making me grit my teeth at the screeching sound. I watched, rather keenly, the expression that played on her lovely face, the smile that she had on earlier when she stepped into the room had vanished leaving an expression of pain and despair.

"No…" I heard her say before she collapsed slowly to the ground. Her elegant long hands were raised to cover her mouth. Tears had started spilling from those hazel eyes. Lord, she was beautiful!

She didn't seem to notice me yet, I didn't mind. I was content in watching her, her every move. Her next move, which was rather surprising to me, was when she crawled or rather dragged herself on the blood-filled ground to the bodies of the huge wolf who had tried to threaten me and the smaller one he had tried to protect. When she had reached them, she touched their lifeless bodies, and let out another shriek—a pain-filled sound from the back of her throat. She was hurt, though I couldn't imagine why, and some unknown part of me didn't like to see her hurt.

"Mother…father.." she cried shaking the bodies lightly, holding their bloody bodies in her arms—

Wait. Mother? Father?

I looked closely at the bodies. Were those her parents? I had murdered her parents?

Strangely, this realization did nothing to my conscience. I felt nothing, no regrets whatsoever. I honestly couldn’t feel a shred of sympathy. It was like my empathy was dead to everyone, and anything except her.

I'm sure wherever my conscience was, it had better things to do than make me feel bad. It was probably clinging to my eyes, as it watched with me in absolute memorization, this alluring red-haired beauty seated on the ground and crying her heart out.

I wouldn't be lying if I said I couldn’t watch her all day. She was still crying when she raised her tear-filled eyes and finally looked up at me.

"You.." Finally, she noticed me.

Her silky voice trailed as she stood up slowly. Her legs wobbled, but she still managed to stand.

I watched as her hips swayed gently as she stood up then approached me, not standing too close or too far away.

"You were the man…in the forest…the one I saved…" her voice trailed off as it continued to look at me. Her hazel eyes which were bright with tears roamed around my body, and then they hardened.

"You..you did this!" She yelled at me, the braids in her hair that I hadn't noticed before loosening as she trembled.

"How could you…" her words breaking off as she gasped for air, she grits her teeth as her now bloody hands folded into a ball, "... how could you kill them! After I saved you!"

As she screamed, her rosy lips trembled and I watched, barely listening to a word she said. Even if I wanted to answer—which I didn't, what would I have said? Did I know why I killed them? No, do I even care? No.

"You murderer! You bastard!" She launched herself forward to hit my chest continuously with her frail hands. I would be lying if I said I didn't like the fact that she was this close to me, I could smell the scent of wild roses on her skin and the urge to grab her and sniff that velvety pale skin that was showing beneath the material of her dress was overwhelming. I was just about to heed to my demands when I heard someone footsteps.

"Heavens!" The person exclaimed and I turned to see who it was. Standing by the door, gripping its frame was a tall young man. Quite good-looking to be honest, dressed very smartly. Dark green suit embedded with a golden crest, long dark and neatly combed hair and wandering green eyes that hovered around the floor in shock.

"Alpha.." his voice cracked, "Luna.." he raised a palm that clinged to his neck as he looked around in horror.

"Rudolph.." I heard the lady say and her frail hands stopped hitting me and she collapsed to the ground, turning around, one hand reaching out to the man at the door. This Rudolph.

"What happened?" His green eyes still wandered around before it finally settled on me. I don't know, but I think all this while I've been carrying a nonchalant expression on my face—maybe because I really didn't care about what was happening here. The only thing or person I cared about was the crying angel at my feet who was reaching out to another man! Another man!

"He killed them…" I heard her say, her voice low as she sniffled. "This…monster, killed them!"

I was no monster. I frowned.

All the while she was talking, my gaze was locked with this Rudolph, when he heard what she had said, I noticed a gold glint that passed through his green eyes and he let out a deep low growl.

Ha! Was that his form of intimidation? How pathetic.

I let out my growl. The sound was shockingly frightening even to my ears and the sight of him flinching was satisfying to watch. He wasn't the only one who flinched, she did as well.

The expression on their faces; one of fear and the other of submission was appeasing to watch. This man was smart enough to know not to try to oppose me if he didn't fancy his head being pulled off his body. He was aware that I had single handedly caused this much havoc in their village. I had gone as far as to kill this girl's parents which I very much assume was their Alpha and Luna. He must have realized that standing against me would be utter stupidity.

"Marsai, come." He said, his green gaze shifting to the lady on the ground whose tears had stopped flowing but whose expression looked utterly lost. "Come, Marsai," he called again.

Marsai. Was that her name? It suited her perfectly. Marsai.

Gradually, she moved. Half crawling, half gliding towards Rudolph who had given her his hand. Wait. Hold on, where was she going? The annoyance had started building up inside me again.

How dare she try to run into the arms of this obvious weakling?

I frowned and took a step in front of her, blocking her path. She looked up at me, I saw my reflection in those eyes and my expression softened. But I said, "Where do you think you're going?"

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