MARKED BY HIS WOLF

Asha

    The arrows keep coming. This time the attackers know what to do. The arrows no longer stop a few feet before us, they now whistle past, nearly grazing us a couple of times.

  "Why the hell are these people after you?!" I gasp, my throat burning from too much swallowing.

  "That's not for you to find out cupcake," he snaps, his hand still snaked around my waist firmly.

   'Those damn rogues! I'll make sure to conjure up a plan to wipe out those fuckers!'

  Rogues? Actual rogues?

  Okay before you call me stupid, I've only heard of them in stories. I've always imagined them to be a group of homeless, sickly wolves who tried to make a living outside a pack.

  I never expected them to be damn good with fucking arrows, in.. a modern era!

And why are they even after the Lycan king?

     In that instant, I see a group of  masked men clad in black clothes, coming after us, still shooting those arrows.

  "I see a group of masked men! You should run faster, they're catching up to us!" I scream.

   "Maybe if I threw you to the side, I'd run a lot faster," he hisses.

   "What? Don't throw me to the side!" I clutch harder at his collar.

   "Stop talking! You're making me lose air you..."

'Oh goodness. I think I might just let an arrow hit me instead.'

  "Be nice to me young man. I literally saved your life!" I snap back, tired of his nagging attitude, not caring he's the freaking Lycan king.

   "At least shut up?"

   I finally keep mute, while he keeps doing wonders with his legs. Somehow, he has increased his pace, I can barely see what's in front of me.

   "I think I'm going to die from all this running on your shoulder instead," I gasp. My insides are churning badly, and my head won't stop pounding.

   "Don't tempt me into throwing you somewhere," he growls, and sharply turns to the left.

      "We lost them!" I spread my arms.

  Smack!

  My right hand hits a tree branch as the Lycan man waltz by.

   "Ow!" I cry, retracting my hands back to a crouched position.

   'I can't tell if she's extremely energetic, or extremely dim. I just can't find a trace of smartness in that little head.'

   "We just turned a corner, they are still after us and they probably saw where we went."

    My jaw drops at his thoughts. Did he just call me a fool? As if he's the smartest thing crawling on the planet.

   Suddenly, he throws me to the ground, "We have given them a bit of distance. I believe you can run now."

   Still a bit sour from his degrading thoughts, I stand up, and run after him.

   "Why am I being dragged into whatever this is?" I throw him a glance.

  "Because you decided to be a good kitty, and save my life, stealing my wolf in the process, now I'm sort of powerless against those rogues."

   "I didn't even steal you wolf! It probably likes me more that's why it decided to enter my body instead."

  He tilts his head to the side, giving me a grimace, "I don't know why I'm helping you even with this sharp mouth of yours."

   I roll my eyes, "Think of something that'll get us out of their grasp."

     "I'm thinking of something, don't worry."

    An arrow waltz past my face, making me jerk, "What the hell?"

    "Listen here sharp mouth."

  "It's Asha," I hiss back at him.

  "Right, Asha. Are you familiar with this place?"

  "No," I reply already panting.

   "Oh no," he palms his head, "What are you doing here then?"

    "Why? Aren't you familiar with this area?"

   "Uh.. no."

  "Then why are you angry with me? What the fuck?" I scowl at him, dumbfounded at how horridly rude he is.

   'We're both under attack, and she knows nothing about this place. Great, what do we do now?'

      How's it my fault? I'm a fugitive!

   He grabs my hand, "You're a bit too slow for my liking," he yanks me to another sharp turn, and I almost trip over my toes.

    "Do you even know where you're going?" I ask, my throat burning with heat of a thousand flames.

    "No, and unfortunately for the both of us, my wolf is not in me, so yeah we're hopeless."

   "Why didn't you take care of your wolf? Why the fuck is he in me?" I'm frustrated at this point. At this Lycan who's supposed to be king, and more at his wolf for jumping under my skin.

    "How am I supposed to know what you did to m–"

  We come to a halt over a waterfall.

   Great, we're trapped.

  "Oh well, I wasn't expecting to die on a random night at just twenty two years old!" I raise my hands in the air, "What a lovely life I lived," I grit my teeth.

    The Lycan sighs deeply, his hands on his waist, "A dead end."

  He looks to the side where there's a stack of huge rocks. On the opposite side, there's a sort of valley.

  "Dear moon goddess, I'm too young to die," I crash to my knees, "Is this a punishment for what I did?"

   In that instant, we hear groans, and grunts from behind us.

   "They have caught up to us," he groans, his eyes darting between the waterfall, and the valley.

   "What do we do?" I grab his leg, "We can't die! I can't die!"

   He hisses, grabs my arm, and forces me to my feet, "Stay calm, and let me think!"

    "Think about what? The way you want your funeral to go?"

   He gives me a side eye, and palms his face, "If you say one more word, I'll bash my head against those rocks, and leave you to your fate."

     What a horrible man!

   The masked men jump out of nowhere, running towards us.

  "We got them cornered! Take the man, and leave the girl alone!" One of them yells.

   "Oh no, not today," he yanks me forward, "I hope you can swim?"

   Swim? What no I–"

   He pushes me down the cliff into the  scary waterfall.

   "Aghhh! I can't breathe!" I scream, wabbling my hands around.

  "Oh my goodness, I'm going to die!" I yell, letting the flowing water into my mouth in torrents.

  The pressure of the water on my head, makes my stomach churn badly. The rate at which I'm falling isn't even helping matters.

    A strong arm wraps itself around my shoulders, gripping me tight.

  "What if I bash my head on rocks? Oh dear moon goddess, when I die please give me a good resting spot, I've been nothing but a mistreated girl from the beginning," I clasp my hands, squeezing my eyes shut.

  "I've not even had my first kiss. I don't have a mate, I haven't gotten to live my life to the fullest! Is this how my life ends?" I begin to sob.

  Splash!

  We plunge into the river below.