Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Ivy staggered back, her chair falling backwards and hitting the floor with a thud while she held a hand over her bleeding arm, her face constrained with pain.

The table was a mess.

The plates were on the floor, broken ceremic pieces everywhere.

Everyone had jumped into action too, the cooks were putting off the burning table cloth that the wolf had set ablaze, Girald was in a defensive stance while the Master had the wolf pinned by her neck against the wall.

Ivy had been offered her fair share of Werewolf sightseeing so far, yet this was different, larger than any she had so far had the opportunity to see.

She had white furs from the head to to in-between her sharp claws, eyes blazing orange with fury and pain, the growl ringing from the depth of her throat loud, while she latched out more flames against the Master from her mouth.

What was she?!

A fire breathing werewolf? Of did this have another name?

Ivy couldn’t figure it out.

She stared ahead in horror of the sight before her, wondering if the Master was going to turn too, if any of them were going to shift into a completely different being as Zinej had done.

Her heart was pondering.

If that should happen, she would certainly be doomed.

What if they lacked their logicality when they turned.

She had nothing to turn into herself, she was human, and they would definitely have zeroed her down to nothin by the time they were back to themselves.

She just hoped that they had control.

“Shift.” The Master’s voice cut Zinej’s growl halfway. Somehow his command managed to overpower the beastly sound.

Ivy didn’t notice it at first but soon enough, Zinej had switched back to herself, only that she was naked. The light above glimmered against her fair slender skin, her chest raising have falling, her gaze planted on the head that was still on the table.

That sight was still horrifying to Ivy and she seriously hoped that it wasn’t real.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

She didn’t know who it was, but she hoped the Master would just burst out in laughter and term this a joke.

It would be an expensive one but she would prefer it. Ivy really wasn’t in tbe mood for any horrifying nighmares tonight.

All she wanted were wet dreams—

Aargh!

This was getting out of hand.

Her mind always just went to sex no matter the situation.

Maybe because her training with Chris was done and still, he hadn’t feed from her yet. It was like she was been deprived of a drug that was keeping her alive.

This was so not fair.

Zinej’s heart wreathing sob made it’s way to Ivy’s ears and her face fell when she realized what a sobbing mess the prefect girlfriend had now become.

It was real then.

The burnt head and whoseover this person was, must have meant a lot to her.

Ivy felt sick to her stomach.

What barbaric practice was this?

Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp and she curled her hands by her side, holding unto her facade of being okay for as long as she could.

If she were to slip, she would break down right here and now and it would take too long for her to recover. She had to delay it till she was alone.

What disaster was this that she had found herself caught in between?

“He means so much to me. He meant so much to me.”

“I understand, family relationships can be very complicated.”

His grip on her neck loosened, and she slipped to the floor with a thud.

The next thing, the Master pulled off his jacket, covering her up, while he held a hand for her to hold, so she could raise on her feet, instead of laying helplessly on the door.

Her hand moved over her face, brushing her tears away, while words slipped past her lips.

“He didn’t do anything.” Her voice cracked and Ivy felt tears pulling in the depth of her throat. “My brother didn’t do anything.”

The Master dug his hands into his pockets casually, then walked back to the table while the cook cleaned up the mess.

Zinej moved the jacket further over herself, walked towards the dinning table and took her seat, her gaze still fixed on the head.

“He didn’t–”

“My attackers were from his House.”

“He had already banished them. He didn’t deserve to—” her voice cut off in her throat when she caught the icy look the Master gave her and she sniffled loudly, putting her hand over her mouth again, as tears ran down her reddened cheeks.

“He shouldn’t have let them live. He should have killed them. He died because he didn’t do the right thing at the right time. Your House is favoured, they don’t deserve a weak leader like he was. Now they have you to make better of everything he has being doing wrong.”

Zinej eyes no longer had tears in them at the end of that, but her gaze was fixed on the head, then she blinked and picked up her fork, watching the chocolate cake that had been placed on the table some moments ago.

Ivy stared on in confusion, taking her seat too but not attempting to touch the cake. She was too repulsed by everything to just move on like nothing happened.

“I will have to return back to my House to retain order.” Zinej voice was formal and casual too now. The she stood up.  “Thank you for the gift, Master. I really liked it.”

But her eyes screamed otherwise.

“Forgive me for the disrupt.”

The Master smirked. “You know that I fancy you. Of course, I will forgive you.”

With a light permission from the Master, she left the table.

A few moments after she left, the Master beckoned to Girald.

“Did you see her eyes, Girald?”

Girald nodded.

“Eliminate her.”

Ivy froze.

What?!

“I will not allow you budding opponents to grow.”

Girald nodded again, then the next moment he was gone and after a moment that seemed like the longest moment of Ivy’s life, he is as back with evidence of a job well done.

The Master jacket that Zinej had been wearing when she left was in his hand, with blood and fur over it.

The Master nodded with satisfaction than he turned to Ivy.

“Please, enjoy your dessert.”

She stared back at him wide eyed, then she flew up and ran.

Ran like her life depended on it, ran and didn’t look back, not even one.

The Master was insane and she was in trouble.

Big trouble!