"Hey! Are you ok?" She instantly ran towards me and started searching for me as if she was looking for something. She sighed and clenched her chest, allowing her to begin breathing normally.
"Why? What happened?" I asked with my voice a little befuddled, but she simply raised her palms to my lips to prevent me from speaking and began strolling towards our kitchen. Yes, you should just feel at home.
"Jeff told me you came and went away when your husband fetched you up," she said after opening the refrigerator to grab cold water.
"What did he do to you?" She asked after noticing that I was not looking into her eyes. I swear to you, one of these days I'm going to gouge my eyes out with a pair of scissors.
"Nothing, he just picked me up and left. Telling me not to go out…" It's not a full fabrication. I simply filtered everything that occurred so that Dalia would not be concerned about me.
She glanced at me with a skeptical expression on her face, and I just smiled at her. Her phone began to ring just as she was about to begin speaking again.
"Answer it," I said before turning around and exhaling a breath of relief. I and Farrell would be saved by whoever it was who called Dalia on the phone.
"I need to go, one of my students got injured while fighting," she said before hugging me and I simply smiled and nodded at her. It was only after Dalia had stepped out the door that the abrupt surge of melancholy washed over me again.
The mansion was far too large and deafeningly silent for me, and what? He didn't want me to leave this place, did he? What exactly am I? His prisoner?
When the doorbell rang unexpectedly and loudly, my thoughts were interrupted. My attention was drawn to the clock, which indicated that the time was just five o'clock in the evening. Due to the fact that Dalia and Farrell are both familiar with the passcode, and I didn't anticipate any guests and assumed they were only delivering a package, and expected them to leave after a few minutes.
"Gosh!" When the doorbell continued ringing and ringing, to the point that it was starting to annoy the living daylights out of me, I exclaimed. I got up from the couch and walked outside, stopping at the small lock of the smaller gate. I had a heavy footfall as I walked outside.
"Yes?" When I noticed a beautiful lady standing in front of me, I asked gently. With her piercing black eyes, she reminded me of a Barbie doll. Her hair was wavy, just like the sounds that were traveling through the air.
She stared at me with a puzzled expression before looking at the address that had been printed next to the smaller gate.
"This is where Farrell lives, right?" She asked me in a gentle voice. I gave her a kind grin and nod, and she opened her mouth to say something, but quickly closed it again.
"O-oh, I'm Rana. I'm Farrell's girlfriend. And you are?" It took a few moments for me to recover my composure and my heartbeat to stop. The woman smiled softly at me, waiting for my response, while I stood in front of her, my face contorted with shock and bemusement.
"Oh… F- Farrell's not here. He was here a few moments but he left again. Is there anything I could help you with?" I asked and tried to smile at her but she just stared at my eyes and began snickering.
"Could you please hand it over to Farrell? He left it at my place last night." When she smiled sweetly and extended her hands to me, I felt my breath catch in my throat. I tried to smile and I extended my hand to get the shopping bag in her hands when she pulled it closer to her.
"But who are you again?" She asked, her lips slightly raised as if she were mocking me.
I really wanted to be upset with her and inform her that I was her boyfriend's wife, but...
"I'm his cousin," My words were met with a tiny pout from her lips before she nodded and handed me the shopping bag. I took a deep breath and tried to bring my breathing back to normal; I didn't want to lose my temper in front of her.
"Ok! Tell him to come over to my house because we needed to talk about the wedding! Bye!" When she turned her back on me, I was overcome with the desire to transform into my wolf form and slay her. I, on the other hand, did not! This is something I didn't do because it would give Farrell even more reason to despise me.
Then I walked carefully into the house, turning my back on her and shutting the gate behind me instantly. As soon as my feet crossed the threshold of the house, I instantly turned the shopping bag upside down and let whatever was inside fall to the ground.
"Sweet," I said in hushed tones as a frame fell on top of a couple of layers of clothing. I took it out of the floor and stared at the picture on the inside. Rana was sitting on Farrell's lap, with his hand slithering around her waist as she sat there. Farrell appears to be in great spirits in this, and I despise him for it.
How could you have a happy face when you're with her and have a disgusting expression when you're with me?
"Ahhh!!!" I yelled as I slammed the picture frame into the closest wall. Looking down at the shattered bits of the glasses that were strewn across the floor makes me pant. I stepped through the shattered glass and let myself bleed out on the sofa before sitting down on it.
"What happened here?" When I recognized the familiar baritone voice, my gaze shifted upward a little. Because the sofa was positioned with its back to the front entrance, I had to turn around just to get a glimpse of his features.
"What did you do, Isabella!?" My heart had stopped earlier in happiness when he yelled my name. But what about right now? I couldn't detect any sensations. It wasn't the pain in my sole or the ache in my heart that bothered me. He had just started approaching me when he suddenly smelt the air and noticed the blood on the floor. He immediately stopped.
"What did you do, Isabella? Where's Rana?" His eyes were wide open as if he was about to scream danger.
"HAHAHA!" It was clear to me that he was taken aback when I started laughing uncontrollably. Is that what he was concerned about in the beginning? Why? Was he under the impression that those were drops of Rana's blood and that I had murdered her? He has a terrible sense of smell for a wolf, to put it mildly.
"Isabella!" He roared aggressively, which brought my laughter to a screeching halt. I glared at him with disdain before pushing him away from in front of me.
"Don't worry! I didn't kill her… I had the urge to but I didn't. I figured that your girlfriend was too beautiful to die in my hands. Don't worry about it and go to her house. I heard you have some wedding to plan, though I don't know if you could get married again." I said while looking him straight in the eyes. He was about to start talking again when I turned my back on her and began to feel the cracks in my bones begin to open.
I need to get into the woods before I can do anything... Drool began to accumulate in my mouth, and my sense of hearing began to become increasingly sharp and distinct.
No… I don't want him to be able to see me in this state.
"Isabella! Don't!" Aisha took control of my wolf form when I heard his voice from behind me and I surrendered myself to her will. Farrell only stared at me, his face contorted with surprise, as my bones began to reorganize themselves and fur began to grow on my skin. It transforms fully before I get a chance to halt it once again.
After turning around and leaping through our large gate, Farrell peered at me with wide open eyes for a long time. Farrell, you were entirely to blame for this. There's one major reason why I shouldn't shift into a wolf when there are humans in the vicinity.
Aisha, the wolf who descended from Lucifer's body. And she had no compassion for humanity; anyone who came into contact with her would be murdered. It was you, Farrell, who was responsible for their death...
Aisha, the queen of the devils, has been freed from her imprisonment.