Louisa's POV
The golden egg disappeared. It vanished in thin air just like that. Almost instantly, Mr. Weasel woke up. He looked weak but conscious. "What happened to me, hUman woman?" He looked up at me and said. I stroked his back with great relief, lowered my head, and kissed his fluffy head. "Ahh! He's the flying crazy man with mad eyes!" When Mr. Weasel saw Vincent, he buried his head in my hair. "He's not a crazy man. He's Vincent the Vampire Count." I said. Will looked up at his father with an incredible look on his face. I crouched down next to him and spoke to him at eye level, "Will, I'm so sorry for what happened to you. When my father did nasty things to me, I admitted that I wanted to kill him. But the truth is, I didn't want to kill him. I just wanted him to leave me alone. You would never be able to forgive yourself if you really had killed your father in the past. And that remorse would stay with you for the rLouisa's POV After we went back to the cottage, Darren set up a fire immediately and started to prepare for cooking. I took out my potion and tried to attend to the wound on Mr. Salamander's tongue, but his sister stopped me. "You don't need to worry about him. He'll grow it back by himself. A crocodile used to bite my tail off, but I grow it back. Now it's as good as new," She said and displayed her tail to me, "You can touch it." I touched it politely. It was slimy and smooth. I looked up worriedly at Mr. Salamander. "Don't worry. It will only take a few days before he can talk back at me," Ms. Salamander said. Mr. Salamander rolled his eyes and submerged himself in the stream. He looked pretty happy to be surrounded by water. Ms. Salamander got into the stream as well, piling up on top of his brother. It seemed that Mr. Salamander didn't mind being used by his sister like a rock. Vincent looked very gu
Louisa's POV Vincent poured the compote into a bowl and murmured, "Ah, young lovers and young love. Till death tear us apart." I rushed at Darren, who was boiling the spartina plants on the other side of the yard. "Darren..." I completely freaked out. I didn't even know where to begin. "Lisa, what happened?" he frowned. "I have a bad feeling. I don't know why..." I bent over because of the butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't even catch my breath. Then, I realized that I was going through a panic attack. The thought of Alpha Lucas lurking around in the darkness and watching me made me sick, just like a pair of invisible hands, choking my neck. "Lisa, talk to me. What happened?" Darren held me in his arms. "Lucas... My mate... He's here! He wants to kill me!" I looked up at him and exclaimed. Darren stroked my hair gently and said in a calm voice, "Lisa, don't be afraid. I'm here. Master's coming b
Louisa's POV His voice was scratchy, but it felt like some sort of ancient dark magic chant. I was bewitched. When my vision was deprived, all my other senses became sensitive. I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I had never felt anything like this before. The only sexual experience I got was the day when I was in the tent and was forced to touch myself in front of Alpha Lucas. It was nothing but torture and humiliation. I thought I might secretly want to use Finn to get back at him, but it just didn't work like that. "Tell me to stop... and I will," he whispered to my ear. I melted in his words and gave up all my defense. Even the slightest tremor from the tip of his fingers would ignite a sparkle of fire in me. When those sparkles congregated, I was flooded by the electric wildfire of desire and lust. I lifted my waist to get closer to him, yearning for his touch. But at the same
Lucas' POV "Make love with a woman and make her cook me some cake. Damn, life's so good," I talked to my wolf after the she-wolf cooked me a hearty dinner. My wolf didn't say anything and lay on his stomach in front of the fireplace. "I like the dessert thing she makes. The thing that's wrapped with honey inside covered by fruit compote..." "It's called Crêpe Delicious," my wolf said. "Yeah, that thing. I'll make her cook that for me every day," I said. "So I take it that you don't want to kill her anymore?" My wolf sounded way too happy, which made me vexed. "I'll fuck her and she'll cook for me. That's what it is," I said. "That's called a wife," my wolf said. I asked, "What's your problem? You've got a name for everything now?" My wolf didn't even bother talking to me. He was so busy watching that skinny little she-wolf cleaning the house and making a bed for the fucking vampire boy with her long naked
Louisa's POV "Where did he go?" I asked Darren. "Master didn't say. He will be back soon, though," he said. "I don't like him. He's so giant and ugly," Mr. Weasel said, jumping on my shoulders. "Where's Vincent?" I asked. "He went out hunting," he replied, going out. I put Mr. Weasel on the bed and said, "Don't run around. Stay put. Will you?" "OK," he said and fell on his stomach. I rushed out of the room and chased Darren. "Where are you going?" I asked. "I'll stay outside," he replied. He didn't look at me while speaking to me. Every time Finn showed up, he got nervous and upset. I didn't know what happened to them. "It's cold outside, Darren. Please come into the room..." He said, "I'll keep myself warm. Don't worry. Tomorrow, I'll build another shelter in the yard, so I'll stay in it for the night." "Darren, it isn't necessary..." He abruptly interrupted me a
Louisa's POV When I walked out of the yard, I saw Darren sitting on the ground next to the fences. I approached him and asked, "Darren, may I... have a word with you?" "I don't want to talk, Lisa." He said without looking at me. His voice was still calm and reserved, but I knew he was mad. "Darren, please look at me," I said. He covered his head with both of his hands. "Go away, Lisa," he said. "Darren..." "Go away!" He raised his voice. I sat on his side and said, "I won't go away, because friends don't walk away from each other." "I'm not your friend, Lisa. Why don't you understand? Why don't you just treat me like a slave like everyone else does?" he said. "Darren, please look at me," I pleaded. Darren shook his head, "No. I don't want to see your eyes. I see nothing but pity. I know my life is miserable. But I don't need anyone's sympathy, especially not from you." I held his head
Louisa's POV When I woke up the next morning, I felt it was a bit hard to breathe. Then, I saw it. A white fur ball on top of my face. It was Mr. Weasel. He was sleeping on my face and snorting! I picked him up and put him softly on my bed. He grumbled something and smacked his mouth. I guessed he was having a feast of ducks and chicken in his dream. I stretched my back and walked toward Will. He woke up as well, busy putting the sheet over his head. I stopped him. "Let me wash it for you," I said, "You can stay in the room for a while." Vincent walked into the room. He looked much refreshed after a whole night of hunting. I frowned when I looked at his dirty cape. "Please take off your cape, Vincent. I'm going to wash them for you," I said. Vincent said, "You're very kind, young lady. Thank you for your hospitality. But I have to take Will away when it's still da
Louisa's POV "I'm sorry... Where's Jack?" The young man who stood at the entrance was in his early twenties. He had a fair complexion, with cropped crew-cut brown hair and a pair of charcoal black eyes. He was holding a toolbox in his hands and looking around. When he saw the two giant salamanders, he jumped up while shouting, "Zowie guacamole! What is that?!" Then, he threw his toolbox and ran out of the yard. ... Darren and I looked at each other and felt very confused. "Who's that guy? Who's Jack?" I asked. Darren picked up the toolbox, opened and checked. "I guess we can ask him when he comes back," he said. "Are you sure he's coming back?" I asked. Darren nodded and said, "Yes. These tools are very expensive." Then, we heard a trembling voice from outside - "Sir, could you please throw the toolbox out for me? I'll be on my way as soon as I get my toolbox." I walked