NADIA SIMPSON
I must be mad.
I must have lost my senses.
Max must have done something to me while I was unconscious for three days.
That is the only explanation I can give as I find myself going along with Max to the Night Shadow Pack.
I know 'you only live once' should be my motivation but then again, 'once beaten, twice shy' should be at the back of my mind too.
Only an award winning fool would go back to the place that almost made her transition to the moon goddess at a really young age and worst still, she walked with her legs.The same legs that were badly bruised and battered in the same place.
I would probably have scars…hell, I'll probably be six feet under the earth if not for werewolf super healing.
I am a fool, a big fool. And I am the master of fools. The leader of the association of crazily dumb people. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be staring at Max as he tries to cajole me to cross the Pack's boundary.
He is already in the Night Shadow Pack but I'm still outside. The warriors haven't showed up yet but I know it's only a matter of time before they do.
I know they are waiting for me to cross so that they'll attack us both and this time, I know I wouldn't survive it.
"Come on, Nadia. Trust me. I'll protect you." He promises.
His promise is supposed to make me feel better but it only worsens my situation.
Suddenly, I am hit with memories. Dark, unpleasant memories. Memories I do the hardest I can to lock away at the deepest unused part of my brain.
The memories I tried so hard to forget and avoided remembering at all cost after I ran away from HIM.
Another promise from another man. Another opportunity to be disappointed again.
I can't bring myself to hold onto his promise. I have a bad history with promises because for whatever reason, everyone who promised me one thing or another ended up failing.
They didn't just fail and disappoint me, they also turned the promise to my worst nightmare…HE turned an innocent promise into a diabolical vow.
What's the assurance that Max won't do the same.
I shake my head, letting my feet move me back on its own. "I…I can't do it. I don't want to die yet. I just got my freedom back and dying isn't on my bucket list. Let's go back before they attack us, Max. Please, let's just go back to your place. I'm sure we can find another solution since you are so against writing letters. We can…we can send…we can do something else. I'm sure we'll find a none suicidal solution if we think just hard enough. Let's go back before it's too late."
Max doesn't bulge and in a split second, I thought I saw a look of pure hatred and rage on his face before he masks it with a sick smile.
Before I can blink, I watch a man raise his hands to stab Max with a silver knife. Iet out an ear piercing scream, watching the scene unfold in pure horror.
To my bewilderment, things don't go the way I feared it would. Instead, I watch the table turn as Max swiftly takes the knife off the warrior's hands when he least expects and stabs him…right at the middle of his chest.
Max killed him and the worst part of that he looked proud about it. The look on his face tells me that this isn't the first man he is killing and neither would it be the last.
Max killed a warrior of the most dangerous Pack in the world in their own territory.
Talk about the easiest way to get yourself brutally killed and you'll find this action as one of them.
I want to believe the warrior was killed because he gave Max the scar on his face but no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to convince myself to do so.
The poor warrior was only doing his job. Max shouldn't have killed him. He could have stabbed him to weaken him for a while but he was intentional about the stab to the heart.
His moves were like that of a skilled assassin on his millionth kill.
Who the hell is Max Black?
"Well that was easy. He most knew the job, he made his death so easy. How ironic that the hunter becomes hunted in a few seconds." He chuckles, kicking the feet of the dead man.
"Come on, Nadia, I am sure you can see now that I am highly capable of protecting you from any attack. Let's get this done with."
Oh, yes. I can see just how capable he is of protecting me. But then again, who would be protecting me from him?
Shaking my head, I turn away from him and start making my way back into the forest with the realisation that Max is way too shady to be trusted.
He acts like a sweet love-struck child but at the same time, a spy and an assassin.
I am better off alone, in the woods, than with someone I can't trust to not stab me while I'm not looking.
A grown stop my movement and when I turn back, I see Max on the ground, looking lifeless.
I rush over to him in fear, not even thinking about the consequences of crossing the Night Shadow Pack boundary.
Even if Max acts like a potential serial killer, he still saved my life and I have to return the favour.
I realise I was fooled immediately. I crouch down to check if he's still alive.
The bastard bursts into fits of laughs, holding his stomach like a drunk man with a potbelly.
"It wasn't that hard, was it? Now that you're in the Night Shadow Pack, have you been killed?"
I open my mouth, ready to curse him out so much that he'll need a swear words dictionary to understand my insults but something stops me.
Men, about twenty or more, all standing, all armed with silver guns and spears…spears most likely been put in wolfsbane, all aiming at me and Max.
"One move and your blood would be the ground's favourite meal today, bastards."