Chapter 86: Chapter 86

Anne's POV

When I opened my eyes, all I could think of was 'it hurts'. I am used to pain but right now, it is a very different thing, I want to curse at every witch for making me feel like dying when I have nothing to do with them.

Do I?

I don't know what has gotten into their minds for taking me and my friends.

I suddenly panicked the moment I remembered everything as I act in defense, thinking that I am still at the hands of those black witches. I was relieved when I realized that I was in my bedroom.

I actually have no memories about how I got home. All I could remember was that there was something coming out of Maive's hand. It was like some sort of a light of power. I don't know. I have never seen such light and I don't know where it came from. All I know is that no werewolf would be able to do that. Is she really not a werewolf?

That illuminating light burned the black witches. I don't know how that is possible. After that, I remember Cyrus heading towards me. He was bleeding, deeply wounded at that. I saw the worry in his eyes as he approached me. That was probably a hallucination because I have no memories after that. I probably passed out.

Damn Anne, why do you have to be so weak even after a lot of training I experienced before.

I sighed, but it ended up me groaning into pain. My stomach is still in pain and even sighing makes it uncomfortable. Those witches have no soul. Imagine taking us as hostage when we have nothing to do with them.

At least I am alive. I have to be, dad still needs me.

I wonder how Gabriela and Maive were. I hope they are recovering too.

Getting thirsty, I went out of my room to get some water. It was already dark. It is probably past midnight.

I froze when I saw a man sitting in the dark. It made me remember how I was kidnapped by those witches, but I should not let fear dominate me. I have to be strong and so I clench my hands in preparation for the danger.

"Are you okay?" The voice sounded familiar which made me feel relieved, probably I was hallucinating Cyrus' voice. That man must have run into my head unconsciously.

However, the man in the dark stood up, revealing himself.

My jaw dropped when I realized who it was. It is Cyrus, standing in front of me. The moon is the only source of light and even then, I could see the wounds and bruises in his body. Despite it, he still looks so handsome and attractive, how could those lips be so perfect in the shining ray of the moonlight? His dark eyes just turned even darker and it affected me big time, I couldn't help but bit my lower lip.

He closed the space between us and held my elbow, something that I never expected from him. His touch sends tingles into my body and I knew that it was sparks of the mate bond. Damn, I wanted to touch him so badly but I knew that I can't.

"You look pale." He stated with worry. I did not even realize that I was pale and I don't know why. It was probably a response from that incident, or probably because I was enticed with his scent, presence and his touch.

His emotions were still quite difficult for me to understand but I could see some hint of concern in his eyes. That made me somehow calm. Is he concerned about me? Despite him being so rude at me, I knew that he cares.

"W-What are you doing here?" I asked, I couldn't think of any reason why he was here. It was midnight, did my father let him in? Or did he sneak inside the house? Why was he sitting in our living room?

He clenched his jaw. He, then, shifted his gaze, avoiding my gaze before answering, "Just for your security."

I bit my lip. If I need to be totally honest, I was shocked to hear his reason but I actually like it. Well, I like him. We all know that. Hearing such words from him makes my heart flutter with joy.

However, at the same time, it was scaring me. Such things are scaring me. It makes me hope. It makes me assume things. And such things should never happen.

"How are you?" I asked, trying to shift the conversation into another topic. It is very awkward. My heart is fluttering and jumping in joy with him being here.

I have been crushing him since high school. We were in the same school. He was really cool in my eyes back then and the way he attacked the witches just to save us makes me even fall for him. Now, it was not his looks that made me fall for him. It is about his heart now... his kindness behind that intimidating look.

He looked at my eyes. Now, I could see the frustration in his eyes. His jaw is still clenched, making him look more frustrated. I wonder what I did to make him frustrated.

"Worry about yourself, Leidea. I'll handle myself," he said. The frustration is still evident in his voice.

I bit my lip, unable to think of something that I should say in front of him.

I looked at my feet, avoiding his gaze. "It was you." I said.

When I looked at him, his brows were crossed, probably not understanding what I just said.

I bit my lip, trying to muster all my courage that I do not have that night.

"Atlas. You are Atlas." I stated.

I did not bother to look at him. I ran back to my room, getting a little embarrassed that I admitted it in front of him. Damn, I look like a tomato, I hope he didn't see me blushing.

During the gala night, I was not able to answer him.