4 Dirty Werewolf

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Third Person's POV

When she arrived it took her four hours to reach at Paris.

It was night at the Paris. She hurriedly roamed around & saw some tracks of a demon that might leads her right to the island of souls. She passed many narrow roads leaving Cloud at the old blacksmith that she have known for so long till she reached the dead end of tracks.

It was a big mansion in a Victorian style, everything looks perfectly made, not even a scratch can be seen & the garden are blooming, it is so full of life in the humans eye, but being an immortal it does the opposite.

The mansion looked burnt almost falling apart & due to years of not being repaired it is covered in dust & webs, the garden is long dead, she can see one or two souls littering around the place, mocking her probably.

Then without any second thoughts, she entered not caring if she barged in at the mansion and ignoring the french butler that she could only understand a little about a french language. The french butler tried to stop her, but still Angelina storm off heading to the stairs ignoring the french butler. But he goes at her front covering her way, not to let her pass upstairs.

"Madame' please you are not allowed here, you are trespassing!" The butler said with plead & his english accent was horrible but soft enough to be able to understand

"Am I? How about I end your life if you don't leave infront of me!" Angelina said angrily, so eager to get to the other dimension

I cannot wait longer they're gone far too long, she thought

Angelina pulled her sword slowly out and the butler was shocked & trembling in fear, he moved out away & ran quickly like a coward probably calling his master.

She quickly ran upstairs after the butler had left, she take the stairs & goes to the highest floor while running her heart beats erratically in anticipation. She finally reached at the most top floor, & she ran through the halls but then someone blocked her way & pulled her into the darkness, she can feel lips crashed against hers & she hurriedly pushed it away while pointing the sword at it.

As if it was trying to escape, she saw half of it's body likely a man & it's face is covered from the darkness only the jaw of his face can be halfly seen, but she noticed how soft kissable pink lips become swollen from the kiss.

"Who are you to touch me in such a way?" Angelina said with disgust in her face, wiping her lips of total disgust at the back of her hand,

"How I have long waited..." a voice of a man purred "I finally found you..." The man continued

That voice seems so familliar to Angelina, she clenched her fist tightly ready to hit the man infront of her.

"Wilston! How dare you?!" Angelina said with mixed expression of shock & anger pointing right at him with her sword "Move or I swear that I'm gonna finish you off this time, you filthy werewolf!" She continued but trying to hold back the joy of seeing him again

"I'll let you pass in one condition" he grinned

"No! I know what your planning moron" she said replied in an irritating tone "That... That freaking bat lied, I should have known!"

Lying bat! I should have known! She thought I should have let him suffer more

"I don't know what your talking about" Wilston chuckled after saying those words innocently

"Don't you play innocent on me!" Still anger is evident in her face

"What?! But It's not true mother!" Wilston whined while mimicking a voice of a child making her roll her eyes

"Come here you mutt!" She pulled him into a brotherly hug "Idiot! Why did you leave me after so many years not even saying goodbye?"

"I have to!" He shrugged nonchalant making her hit him in the head

"Still! Why didn't you even wrote a single letter like 'goodbye' or anything?!"

"I know Angelina! I know! But please will you forgive me?" Wilston asked giving her the puppy dog eyes

"Forgive you?" Angelina asked then scoff while raising her brows at him

"Alright! I already found my mate!" Changing the subject but still looking shy from himself

Angelina widen her eyes that her brother like, who is the most bloodthirsty second-in-command of the werewolves and the legitimate king of werewolves already found his mate . Wilston chuckled when he saw the shocked expression of his sister like, Angelina was still confused at him finding words to say something.

Say something Angelina, say something! In her mind

But she couldn't tell him a single word so she was gaping like a fish, and all she could do was jump & hugged Wilston again tightly and cried in tears of joy.

"My God! Bless you Wilston! So who's the lucky girl?" she asked happily

Wilston but his cheeks turned to a faint shade of pink

"It's exactly a man" Wilston said making her eyes widen

"Really?!"

"Wait! Why are your not laughing at me?" Hiding his face in the palm of his hands very shy

"Why would I laugh?" Asked curiously

"Well, you should be because I am sleeping with a man!"

"So...you kissed me to prove that your still a man?" A tint of anger in her voice

"Well, sort of" he shrugged like it was nothing making her hit him at the back of the head and chuckled