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Arabella hurt all over.

She didn’t know what was going on. It felt as though several needles had been stuck into her system.

The beast had clawed at her body as though it was having a nice meal. She had thought it would let her be until it suddenly jumped on her.

But she guessed after the several blows she had landed on it, it decided to take revenge on her, and she shouldn’t blame it.

On her face, mainly because that was where the most damage was done.

Arabella didn’t think worrying about her face was what mattered at the moment; it was Blaze that mattered.

He had come to rescue her, which she was grateful for. She had thought she’d be a steak for the beast as it kept on clawing at her face, not even stopping one bit.

But what was baffling was what she was staring at in front of her.

Blaze wasn’t Blaze. He wasn’t the human she was used to.

Fuck, he was an animal. He had assumed the structure of the beast that attacked her. And he had called himself a werewolf!

Arabella assumed the creature to be extinct until now. And it all made sense to her, seeing as what she had been seeing weren’t dogs but rather a werewolf.

Shit, she had been living around wild animals. And the first time she had seen it in Blaze’s house, she should have realized that, but then her brain hadn’t come up with anything reasonable due to the situation she was in at the period. Was Sandro one too? Was everyone in the De Luca a Werewolf or just Blaze?

Arabella couldn’t help but look around in bewilderment. She didn’t understand what was going on, and she believed she needed an explanation as to the reason he had shifted and howled like a Werewolf. She wanted answers as to why he had kept such vital information from her.

However, it wasn’t the right time for any of the questions currently running through her mind.

She watched in a blur as Blaze tackled another werewolf to the ground; it felt as though the more he fought them off, the more they kept coming.

Arabella furrowed her brows as she tried to concentrate on what was happening instead of the dizziness washing over her, having lost a lot of blood.

She grimaced as Blaze transformed back into his human form.

She stared at him intently as he bent, and then she realized the blood that coated his naked torso- the boxer brief he donned earlier must have shredded when he shifted, and he was only in his pant.

Arabella was glad he wasn’t entirely naked. Maybe she shouldn’t have such nasty thoughts about him due to their current situation. But she couldn’t help herself. Reluctantly, she let her hazy vision wander away from the bulge in his pants.

Arabella recalled he was wounded, and he had left without having taken proper care of the injury. She stood to her feet and staggered to where he crouched.

“Stay back,” Blaze growled.

“You are hurt,” Arabella said, attempting to grip his hand.

“And you are in no position to help me!” Blaze let out a grunt, glowering at her.

Arabella halted, and it wasn’t because of the glare Blaze was shooting her way; another beast was slowly creeping toward him.

She was stunned at the intrusion and was too exhausted to say a word.

She pointed her finger and stuttered, “B-Blaze…”

“Stay back, Arabella,” Blaze said, still ignoring her.

“Watch out!” She yelled, but it was too late.

The werewolf rammed into him, knocking him to the ground. Arabella heard bone scrunching and wondered whose it was.

No one stood up, and she assumed Blaze was dead until she saw him tilt his hand in the air but not only his hand alone, she glimpsed a beating heart in it, and she was confident it was from the werewolf and no one else.

But how did he pluck out its heart without noticing it was coming?!

Blaze was exhausted. He needed a lot of rest, and if he could come out of the situation he was in alive, he’d definitely be resting for the whole day wherever he and Arabella ended up in.

He tossed the heart he was lucky enough to yank out of the werewolf’s body to the ground.

Of course, before Arabella yelled his name, he had sensed its presence, and he was lucky to act fast; else, he believed the wolf had planned on tearing off his head.

Blaze turned to Arabella; she stood unmoving a few meters from him. He knew she was horrified by all that was happening and maybe even more stupefied seeing the heart he had pulled out, whereas she had thought he’d be the one losing.

Blaze wanted to grab her and wrapped his arms around her while whispering everything would be alright. But he knew he couldn’t do that.

He couldn’t comfort her at the moment as he needed to get them away from the Rogue werewolves first.

Staring at rogue Werewolves again, they weren’t as much as they had been when he first arrived, and the worse was they were not backing down.

He wasn’t backing down as well, but there was a possibility he would tire out before any of them.

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“I’m fine.” Blaze asserted, standing to his feet. He flashed her a small smile which he knew wasn’t convincing enough.

Yet, he was glad he didn’t need to explain himself.

“Just get this over with,” Red growled.

An unknown energy surged through him. It didn’t empower him entirely, but at least he could stand on his feet and keep on fighting.

Blaze felt the energy come from Arabella standing near him. Also, him wanting to keep her safe.

After a while, it ended, and Arabella ran into his arms. She fell to the ground, but he caught her, and her eyes fluttered close momentarily.

She was hungry and thirsty, but most of all, she was exhausted.

Arabella attempted to open her eyes to glance at Blaze as he caressed her face and shook her gently.

She couldn’t see him, but she listened to his voice instead of trying hard to see his face.

“Blaze,” she mumbled. Her hand tilted, but it fell to her side again. “I-I…”

“Don’t speak.” He ordered, caressing her hair. “I’ll get you to a clinic. You’ll be fine.”

Arabella nodded. At least it felt like a nod, as she barely had the energy to move any part of her body. But she believed him. She knew he was going to keep her safe. So, she succumbed to the darkness calling on her.