The last place the dog traced Imogen's saint to was the woods.
Looking for Imogen was not a big deal for the dog since it knew every nook and cranny of the woods.
Three werewolves suddenly dashed into the woods in search of Imogen and the alpha, the dog quickly hid himself behind a wood from being seen.
It knows for sure that if he was found he would be dead.
Before they could find him, he got out of the woods. On his way out, he retracted Imogen's saint and set to trace her to her current location
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Pulling over at Imogen's house, she hopped out of the car and slammed the door behind her.
"Now that's worth it,"Oliver said, zooming off.
He knows for the fact that Imogen has got some attitudes ever since he met her.
He is left with no choice but to put up with some of her attitude.
With her teeth clenching in annoyance. She made her way into the house.
"If that freak had not shown up in the first place none of this would have happened"she muffled turning the lights on. she was startled for the second time.
"Am I seeing things?"
Thank God she is safe! The dog thought to himself groaning silently in pain.
Imogen looked down to see the dog she treated lying on her sofa completely exhausted. She dropped her bag on a table and scurried towards it. She fondled it dearly as It hummed silently.
As if the dog was going to give her a response "Did Catherine drop you off?" She asked
Imogen saw that it's bandage had loosen, exposing him to all kinds of infections.
She reached for the first aid kit in her room and removed the bandage. She refreshed the surface with a new solution and wrapped it with a new badge.
Overwhelmed by his little innocent eyes, Imogen fondled him gently as he started to fall asleep.
Just then she heard a noise in her room like a broken glass. She was shocked and frightened.
All she could think of was her encounter with the werewolf who kidnapped her recently.
She walked to her room slowly reaching for her usual self defence, the thick hockey stick as she was ready to attack from any angle even though she was damn scared.
Getting to the room, Imogen couldn't find any trace of a living soul, not even a piece of glass, she was so relieved. She felt like a heavy little burden was lifted from her mind.
"I guess I've been too disturbed lately," she said.
Returning back to the sitting room, she heard the noise again. This time it was so loud that it woke up the dog.
She rushed to her room to see her mirror disrupting and arranging itself. It stopped suddenly.
She screamed as she fell to the floor clutching backwards. The dog ran over to her, making her feel somewhat safe. It stepped away suddenly and jumped out of her window just when he sensed one of his kinds close by.
Imogen scurried towards the window trying to stop him from leaving but she was too late, it had gone far.
She felt more scared seeing herself alone in the house. She secluded herself to a corner of her room shivering slightly as she could feel the coldness of her palms and feets.
Immediately, Oliver jumped into the room through the window. she was startled and she clutched backwards.
Oliver could see every bit of her fear in her eyes.
Embracing her in his arms, "Hey, it's okay! It's me," he assured as Imogen tried to catch her breath.
She could feel his warmth with her head placed on his muscular body. His heartbeat sent sensations down her spine and his arms wrapped around her tiny body reassuring her that she was safe.
She calmed down as her palm and feet returned to its normal temperature.
Returning to her senses, she let herself off his grip and tilted her hair back to her ear. She cleared the lump in her throat as she became nervous about the atmosphere.
Oliver rested his back against the wall near Imogen and cleared his throat.
"Why are you here? You dropped me off earlier," Imogen asked
"Well I heard you screaming." He replied as Imogen chuckled.
"You heard me screaming? Is your house closer to mine or you are stalking me?"
"Don't think too far, I am not jobless enough to stalk you. And besides, why will I be interested in you? It's a werewolf power, got it?" He explained just as Imogen nodded mockingly to every word he said.
"Then why did you come into my house in the first place if you were not stalking me?"
"Well I just happened to find myself here" he shrugged sniffing.
Oliver suddenly caught a glimpse of the dog's smell, he became curious "Was anyone in your house before I arrived?" He asked.
"Anyone? Yeah a dog" she nodded
"Is that why you screamed?"
"No, it's the mirror! The mirror was strange, it was like a puzzle arranging itself then it stopped suddenly"
Oliver continued to nod and stare at her like she was pouring him a cup of coffee full of lies.
This time, intentionally doing the same thing she did to him.
Having noticed that he was mocking her, Imogen became annoyed "I am serious!" She shouted.
"After that?" He asked as her brows furrowed.
Imogen was not only enraged by Oliver’s behavior but also weak and sleepy at the same time. She clenched her fist to a punch very hard but unfortunately for her, she was too weak that she could feel warmth forming inside her body, every bit of her throat was hurting. Her entire body felt like filling a cup with warm water till it spilt. She was dizzy, her head felt empty and heavy. Oliver noticed her sudden change of mood and weird actions, he tried calling her out her name to pull her together but it was too late, Imogen had fallen unconscious. Just then, the mirror screeched again arranging itself. Oliver quickly covered his ear as he looked down at Imogen. He carried her in his hands just as a piece of glass erupted with force and aimed for his face. Oliver was shocked as he dodged the glass in reflex which landed on the wall beside him and fell to the ground shattering into pieces, everything suddenly came to a halt.&nb
Imogen’s eyes flickered twice to a ceiling made of glass. She looked sideways from an unfamiliar room down to a male figure abutting against a wall and staring perplexedly at her at a distance. Her vision was blurry for some seconds before she could see clearly. The male figure rushed towards her just when he noticed she had regain consciousness. She was totally confused, she frown her brows trying to get out of bed but her bones were stiff that she groaned in pain. “Hey…Hey, stay in bed, you need some rest” Oliver advised. She didn’t listen not until she lost her last ounce of strength. Imogen scrutinized him once again. Their eyes locked and silence existed between them. “Who are you?” Imogen asked as Oliver’s eyes widened in surprise.He was completely speechless. At that moment, he couldn’t think of anything but he could clearly read
Oliver and Brandon could clearly hear the footsteps with their wolf powers. The steps grew closer and closer as they look ahead with their mouth opened slightly in surprise to see a female figure in front of them. They both looked away from the figure back to Imogen and from Imogen back to the figure. Imogen suspected their actions towards her. Looking ahead, she was at the same time shocked to see a female figure who looks exactly like her. Her eyes could believe what she was seeing at the moment, it was like she was daydreaming, her clone looked braver and determine than she is. Compare to her, Imogen look soft hearted from outside but brave and determined from the Inside. She is her complete opposite. Her clone was neatly and smartly dressed in white fitted outfit and white boots. Her hair is well packed in ponytail. The sword worn around her body made her look like a skilled fighter who can slit the throat of th
Seeing the male figure in front of her, she felt so familiar with his muscle curves, erupting as he removed the hoodie from his face and dropped it gently to his back. He looked up slowly and Imogen was surprised to see who it was. “Oliver?” she spatted. Smiling in dominance, “It’s time to go home,” he replied. ---2028. Osarious times. The next couple of seconds, Imogen snapped back to her senses to find herself back in the woods. She looked up to Oliver as he stared at her in perplexity. &n
Imogen was escorted to a room by a maid who looks more friendly and secure than any other person in that mansion. Her smile was warm and captivating. Imogen feels rest assured around her. She thinks she's got a new friend who she could at least get along with and not be bored during her stay here. To her surprise the room was bigger and larger than she could ever think of. Having a big and colorful room was her dream all along. The room was Painted with the most colorful flowers that she could ever imagine. By the way, having that kind of room to herself was the longest wish she has ever wished for. The room was neatly arranged and the furniture smelled new and luxurious.
Back in the city. Two male figures appeared at the reception in R.A pet hospital. The nurse was frightened and nervous like she committed a crime that she needs to be arrested for. Her smile was not only fake but she was quivering silently. "We seek Dr Catherine, is she present" they asked calmly. The nurse blinked twice, "I'll call her right now," she replied, reaching for her phone. She dialled Catherine's number and she picked up after two consecutive vibrations. "You've too visitors waiting for you at the reception,"
As expected, Braylon walked down the stairs hale and hearty. His perfect skin glommed out of exposure to the direct sun light penetrating in.he was more hot and charming walking down the stairs, his muscles were curvy and sexy. So much that Imogen could barely take her eyes off not until he reaches the table.She cleared her throat as if she wasn’t looking and continue with her meal. Braylon who already knew she was looking scoffed and sat next to her.The maid had his own steak and a bowl of medicine served in front of him. He picked up his cutlery and dogged into his meal quietly, as if there was no one at the table, he continued with his meal.Camiona, who was feeling irritated by his actions decided speak up. “You should at least say hi or something, we’re not statues” &nb
She looked back to see no one other than Braylon. He was standing and abutting against the wall behind Imogen. His glare was seductive, as he detached from the wall and walked towards her. He beckoned to the maids standing near her and they took their leave. Imogen’s head was down as she cursed inside, ‘what on earth does he want now, I mean he literarily ignored me at the table and now he is back for what?’ she scoffed looking at herself once again before standing to her feet and reached for her dress. Without exchanging glances with him, “what is you want?” she inquired, probing her dress before exhaling. Brandon folded his arms and moved next to her like he wants to prob her instead. Imogen was shocked by his sudden actions. Her expression speaks a lot.