THE ATTACK

One moment, I was enjoying a rare peaceful feeling I haven't felt in a while, staring at Alexander's untroubled face in his sleep. In the next, I was staring into the eyes of a lifeless man I saw alive a couple of hours. Fear slowly coated my skin and seeped into my veins, and I could feel my limbs go numb. My head spun slightly from the sight.

Before I could get over the sight, the deafening sound of another wave of gunshots, not far from the carriage, pierced through the silence. The hairs on my skin rose, and I instinctively dropped to the carriage floor. The gunfire grew louder, drawing nearer to the carriage with every second.

In a fleeting jiff, bullets tore through the carriage, shattering the glasses of the windows into a cascade of deadly shards. The carriage rocked violently as the shots kept coming. My pulse pounded in my ears, nearly drowning out the chaos outside.

As I lay there, the silver bullets from the gun fell around me like deadly hailstones, splintering wood and tearing through the carriage. I clung to the floor, trying to make myself as small as possible at the sight of the bullet, praying the nightmare would end soon.

For what felt like an eternity, I watched my life flash before my eyes. Then everything ceased. The silence was almost more terrifying than the chaos.

I dared to lift my head, my heart racing, as I listened to footsteps approaching the door. My claws came out as the footsteps stopped at the carriage door. As the carriage door swung open, Lymah almost took her form. She calmed when we stared at the familiar golden eyes.

Alexander stood there, his blue eyes returning as they locked onto mine. "Are you hurt?" He snarled, his fangs bared.

I shook my head, unable to form words. The sight of him, standing like a vengeful angel amidst the wreckage, brought a strange comfort.

He extended his hand to me, and I grasped it. Pulling me to my feet, he lifted me out of the carriage slowly, avoiding the shattered glass that scattered around the damaged carriage.

Alexander took a quick scan of my body, and his eyes darkened when he saw a little bruise on my hand that happened as the silver bullets fell to the floor of the carriage.

He pulled out a fabric from his pocket and gently wrapped it around the injury. "We can't risk getting it infected."

I looked up at him. He was calm. Too calm. And his aura was different. Just like how the rumors described when he was in his battle mode. I quickly brushed away the thought. "Thank you," I whispered.

He nodded. "We have to move," he stated, "There's a town nearby. Liam will meet us there."

At Alexander's words, I looked around. We were in the middle of nowhere, just a road flanked by two hills. Our ride was completely destroyed.

I clung to my dress as he started walking and followed him silently. He stopped briefly when he reached the body of the coachman, examining him for signs of life.

When he found none, he continued moving and I followed him.