77 - Hatred Grows

Aniya stood up from the bed slowly, her gaze fixed on the door.

Her mind went to Syon and she silently wished that he would have one of his night terrors that would wake him up so that he would wander through the hallways and come and save her like he has done the last time.

It was a selfish wish but right now wasn't the time to be considerate.

She tried to tiptoe her way to the door, but Ikrus turned to her at that moment, his eyes still red and he shifted into more wolf than man.

She opened her mouth to speak, to beg for her life but she could say nothing.

In a flash, he was in front of her, his hand around her neck, his claws digging slightly into her skin.

She gasped from the fear and pain, but the true terror took over her heart when he buried his face into her neck.

A silent scream died on her tongue as she froze in fear.

Then she noticed something, his sharp claws on her nape were gone, replaced by warm flesh and nails.