12 Chapter 11: Chapter 11

INT: THE WOODS – DAWN.

Ethan's POV.

Ethan watched Olivia as she slept peacefully and innocently.

He admired her now relaxed facial looks; her beautifully curled eyelash, her thick brows, the little pink blush on her cheeks and her pink lips. Her flawless pale skin seemed like a magnet; he wanted to touch her, hold her to his arms and not let go.

He studied her curves; she truly was perfection itself. Why would someone ever hurt such a beautiful creature? He thought.

Her scent mixed with the morning dew were so enticing that it dampened his senses. It wasn't a good thing. He thought. If he was going to protect her, he needed his complete senses; at least to track any threat nearby.

He did a quick check on himself, he needed to snap out of it. He needed to stop staring at this beautiful creature whose beauty did wonderful things to him.

His blood was running hot now; he needed to remind himself that he was a werewolf and Olivia wasn't. And werewolf were always warm blooded contrary to cats who prefer to take things slowly.

Cats could enjoy cuddling and warm times together, but that wasn't the same with werewolves. One single mistake could make a werewolf run mad with the zeal to satisfy it's s*xual urges.

He had to be careful, he didn't want to hurt Olivia's feelings. She was hurt already, and would soon wakeup to realize the sad and ugly truth that her grandfather was dead.

He sighed. He tries to stop staring at her but he couldn't. He felt his goose bump moving towards her.

Olivia whimpers. He knew she was awake now.

Olivia's POV.

As I drifted into consciousness, I became more  realistic and conscious of were I was.

I could feel the tiny sprinkling of dew on my skin, the wind was cold, I heard the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves.

Aah. I whimpered. A sudden headache hits me, I could still feel the scent of a chemical like perfume which seem to cause the headache, I felt a pain in my throat; it was probably from shouting too much.

My memories began to come alive, I remembered we were in the car and we were attacked by werewolves.

I opened my eyes and I saw Ethan staring at me; his eyes glowing so hard and bright filled with mixed emotions.

I stood up confused, I was in a forest.

Ethan strolled to meet me. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"My grandpa." I said tears welling up my eyes.

Ethan sighed. "It was the only way Olivia." He said calmly.

I gulped very hard letting the tears in my eyes roll down peacefully. My grandfather was really dead, I thought.

"You— You let him die, how could you?" I stuttered confused at my own words.

"I could have saved him. With my life. But he made me promise to always put you first." He said sounding indifferent.

I was mad at Ethan; I hated him for letting my grandfather die, I hated for not letting me save my grandfather.

"I don't want to be first." I yelled at him.  "Just stay away from me Ethan. Go away." I tried to push him away but my hands were tied behind my back.

I tried to loosen myself but my attempt proved futile."What is this?" I asked referring to the rope.

"I'm sorry Olivia, but you have to go on like that for a while." He said.

"I hate you Ethan. I never knew you were such a coward. Loose me now." I yelled amidst my cry.

I was confuse, I didn't know what to do. There was nothing left for me in this world but my death.

Ethan's POV.

He felt hurt by Olivia's remarks, but he wasn't going to allow his emotions to kick in.

Olivia was in great pain, and trauma but he wanted to be there for her. He couldn't replace her grandfather but he would try his best to make her happy.

He watched as she struggled to loosen herself from the rope. Tying her hands was a hard decision to make and might sound mean, but he had to.

Cats were emotional creatures, and the death of a loved one could make them suicidal. He wasn't only protecting her from the werewolves or vampires now but from herself.

"I can't Olivia, it's for your own safety." He said.

I wondered how tying my hands behind my back was for my own safety. I really wanted to punch him really hard on the face.

I cried profusely, like a baby. I could feel my eyes stretching out releasing all the tears trapped in it.

Ethan slides his fingers on my cheeks wiping away my tears.

"It will be fine." He promised.

I felt this fury burning underneath me; I was angry with him and I was angry with my Grandfather for sacrificing himself.

"Stay away from me Ethan." I yelled at him.  "Go away I don't need you."

He stared at me startled. I was supposed to be thanking him for saving my life, but I wasn't. I didn't want to live.

He sighed frustratedly.

"This is about protecting me right? Well I don't need your protection, I don't need anyone. Just go away from me." I said.

He was equally hurt, but not by the death of my grandfather but by the harsh words I used on him. I hated him now more than I ever liked him.

"It's okay Olivia. I just hope you would be fine." He said softly the hurt in his voice noticeable.

I glared at him. My vision was blurred now. I felt dizzy, tears pouring out of my eyes.

I lost my grandfather, and I was driving Ethan away.