Chapter 19: Chapter 19

“Bastard,” Izaac growled.

Gallo started to laugh like crazy, running a hand over his gray, almost white hair. Those same red eyes glistened with hunger and lividness, the look of a killer.

“Izaac Lucas,” His tongue licked his lower lip, playfully.

Izaac pushed me backwards, his head fixed on the man in front of us. I took a few steps back until I hit something hard, a tree bark. My fingers were shaking as I looked down to get my dagger on my thigh.

“What do you want?” Izaac’s voice thundered, wrath laced on every words he spat.

Gallo paced towards Izaac and tapped him on the shoulder, “Let’s stop asking stupid questions. You know very well what I want.” Even with a broken arm, the bastard still managed to grin.

“Don’t even dare to touch her. Ambrose won’t let you.” Izaac spoke in a warning tone, his head lowered like he’s aiming for an attack.

“Oh, you’re still his bitch eh? Come on, Izaac! I didn’t kill little sweet Izzie for this.” Gallo smirked, his rotten teeth showing.

“Don’t you say her name in front of me, you fucker!” Izaac said through gritted teeth before speeding up towards Gallo for a hard punch in the jaw.

Gallo growled. Then a pack of wolves came in from the bushes and behind trees. I think there are seven of them. It was pitch black so I couldn’t really see. There are only two of us against them, how can we possibly win?

“It’s not too late to give her to me,” Gallo paused, smiling from ear to ear.

“Well, I can just take her. I always get what I want anyway.” His smile fell and now his face looked dead serious.

Izaac held my wrist and kept me behind him.

“Not when I kill you and your wet dogs.” Izaac clenched his fist.

I tugged Izaac’s shirt, “Let’s just run.” I whispered

I watch Izaac fight the wolves at an incredible speed. It was my first time to see a fight like this, so nerve-wrecking. I watched as Izaac fell to his knees when a wolf jumped out of nowhere and pushed him to the ground. Dead leaves sticking on his now damped clothes. My mouth parted slightly and all I could do was to stare and scream his name.

“Izaac!” I cried, even begged them to stop what they’re doing to him but my pleas fell on deaf ears.

Izaac was beaten to pulp, wolves slashing through his stomach and thighs. At that moment, Gallo turned to me with a mocking smirk playing on his face. He ordered his wolves to stop before taking a look around Izaac’s almost dead body. I could see from here that Izaac was barely breathing, his fists were already lifeless on the ground. Eyes were half closed as he looked at Gallo.

“This is how you’ll end up suffering if you take my words lightly.” Gallo held Izaac on his jaw, shaking it firmly. His pale lips stretched into a victorious smile as if he knew he had won the fight.

Gallo raised his hand in the air, a second later he grew claws; now aiming to rip flesh. His claw dug into Izaac’s skin, he smiles as if he was tracing paper. He’s going to kill Izaac.

No, this can’t be happening.

“Izaac!”

In one swift move, Gallo buried his claws deep into Izaac’s chest. Every scrape was fast and angry. It was hard to look at, it hurts to see.

I balled my fists as I felt my blood boil at the ghastly sight. Suddenly, my eyes darkened. Every part of my body started to change temperature. I feel so mad thinking Izaac must have felt the same thing when his sister was being murdered by this cold blooded killer. So this is rage, huh?

Glowing red eyes bore at me with pity. “He’s still breathing but I’m sure he’ll last a few more minutes.” He winked at me like the psychopath he is.

“It’s me whom you want, why not come at me?” I glared at him as I bit the inside of my cheeks in fury trying not to tear up. I can’t stop thinking about Izaac’s body that lies just a few feet away from me.

He made a clicking noise from his tongue, “Oh, she’s feisty!”

“Surely, you know why I came here.” Gallo stared at me.

I gritted my teeth, “Of course.”

“You want my blood.” I gave him a scoff.

Why else would a psychopath like him be interested in me? I assume he has heard of my abilities. His laugh echoed in the forest, eyes looking at me with amusement.

I took a step towards him. The wolves were behind him, cautious with every inch of movement I made. They stared at me like I’m a ticking bomb; one wrong move and I’ll explode.

“Surely, you know that I’m dangerous.” I started with his tone a while ago.

Gallo made a face, “Are you really?” He stretched his lips into a thin line as he observed me properly.

That made my anger rise even more. How dare he question what I can do? He’s just a mere coward leading a wolf pack. He feeds on the weak and he uses fear to control people. I shouldn’t be scared; he must be, because I’m not the one who’s going to die tonight.

I took another step and his lips were tied shut. We are only a few inches apart. I looked at him straight in the eyes, and I saw this hollow emotion. This doubt that I often feel for myself, this emotion I felt for the last few weeks living with vampires; Fear.

He’s scared.

“You won’t harm anyone again.” I saw a slight horror in his eyes but it was then replaced with playfulness.

He laughed, like he’s enjoying this. It enrages me.

Both my hands flew on the side of his head as he shrieked in pain. His knees gave up and met the moist, dirty ground. I saw flames. These familiar wild flames now burn half of his face.

Striding behind him, I pulled my dagger and cut my palm.

“Now let’s hear you laugh after this.” I pushed my cut open palm towards his lips, gripping on his hair tightly as he kneels crying.

The fire toasted his flesh and turned his bones into ashes. A force was pushed out of my body and like a wielding sword of fire, something lit inside me and in one swift second, the wolves turned into powder ashes. The same wolves that tortured Izaac on the ground, I killed them.

I rushed over to Izaac who was lying on soil, blood tainting his now red lips. He coughed blood and looked at the sky.

“You’re not going to die. I can heal you.” I muttered, not minding that my heart is racing so darn fast or that my eyes want to bawl right at this moment. I have to touch up and heal him. I’ve done this to myself a couple times. I got this.

I placed my palm on his chest, pumps of blood flowing down rapidly. He’s losing a lot of blood and he’s healing slowly. I shut my eyes firmly and focus on healing the deep wound on his chest.

He whispered my name with a raspy voice.

“Please don’t talk or move, or do anything! I’m trying to save you.” I said with a shaky voice. I hate this feeling of panic on my chest.

“”Feyre,” He called again, his tone rendered more commanding this time.

I felt his hand move, he opened his fist and I saw my bracelet on his grip. The one I lost a while ago.