Chapter 1 Feyre Wells

• My feet began to get sore from all the running. I could hear
• the deafening sound of the crickets and the cracks of the twigs under my bare
• feet. Enveloped in fear, I tried my best to speed up even when my legs were
• shaking. I muttered a curse underneath my breath when my left foot hit a rock;
• then came stumbling down the cold, wet pool of water. Great!  
• Strands of red were sticking on my sweaty shoulder. I held
• onto the huge rock beside me and got up with all the strength I could muster.
• Due to the pumps of adrenaline, I couldn't feel anything; I felt no pain. I
• started running again. If I stop and slow down, they will surely catch
• up.  
• The sky was dark and the air was moist from the rain. It is
• still raining; the trees were swaying from the cold bust of wind. My body feels
• cold; I almost forgot that I have nothing to cover me. Not even a single piece
• of clothing to keep me warm. I have to find some place to rest because I'm
• certain my body won't be holding warmth for too long. I will freeze to death if
• I don't put up a fire anytime now.  
• I could hear their voices from their heads, the sound of
• flaming torches in their grips and the strong gust of wind was undoubtedly
• their doing. There are too many for me to fight. I did not have a choice but to
• run away because I'm far too weak. I am powerless against them.  
• The rain somehow stopped. There was no cottage in this part
• of the woods. There are just huge puffs of gray clouds; the forest is foggy
• tonight. The fog started to blur my sight until I couldn't see anything. I
• looked down and saw a deep hole just beside a huge tree. Without having a
• second thought, I jumped into the hole and hid. I'll be staying here until the
• sun strikes up. I pulled my knees up to my breasts due to the coldness of the
• ground. Closing my eyes, I felt drowsiness embraced me.  
• A rather husky, deep voice stirs me awake. Or was it the
• blinding streaks of sunlight on my face that woke me up? Perhaps it is the loud
• chirping of the birds? I do not know. I could feel the wet ground beneath my
• bareness. Then there came a smooth, manly voice that was very different from
• the previous one.  
• “Is she awake?” That voice is oddly smooth to the
• ears.  
• Based on the tones of their voices I could easily say that
• they're all men. To find out the owner of those voices, I slowly opened my eyes.
• There were three brunette heads and one blonde.  
• “Moron! Of course she is. You wake her up.” A dark-haired
• man stood tall on my right, his eyes holding stillness and displeasure. They
• are the color of ashes. Even with his glasses, those gray orbs sparked of
• authority.  
• “I did not. Gideon did! Look, he's sipping from that boar so
• loudly!” I glanced at the blonde one they call Gideon, his back is facing us so
• I couldn't see clearly what he's doing.  
• Ah, there are too many voices. My head started to spin. I
• shut my eyes for a second, hoping to stop the dizziness.  
• “She's naked.”  
• “Stop staring at her body, you pervert!”  
• I opened my eyes and saw that I am indeed of no clothing! I
• quickly covered my body with my arms.  
• “Who's naked?” Vibrant blonde locks came into sight, his
• eyes lit in the brightest of blues. The stranger beamed at me with a cute
• smile. My lips parted at the sight of blood all over his mouth, sharp fangs
• covered in red.  
• “Hello there!” The blonde greeted me, his lips dripping with
• blood. I gasped in horror. Somehow my throat ran parched, I couldn't speak up.
• I want to gag even when there's no water left in my throat.  
• “Gideon!” A tall, gray eyed man scolded him.  
• The blonde who goes by the name Gideon wiped the corner of
• his lips abruptly.  
• “Sorry about that.” Gideon smiled meekly before scratching
• the back of his head.  
• What in the world are they? They are like dangerous
• predators, with those sharp teeth. They are not human to me.  
• “Let's take her home first.” Said the gray eyed
• one.  
• My brows furrowed in confusion.  
• “Izaac, carry the girl.”  
• “Izaac hates girls. I will carry her!” Gideon volunteered,
• raising his hand in the air.  
• Izaac is the one with the black hair and emerald eyes. He
• darted a glare at Gideon and moved closer to me.  
• “Move. I will carry her.” Izaac insisted with a stern
• voice.  
• “Daniel, give me your shirt.” Izaac stared at
• Daniel.  
• Confusion was written all over Daniel's face. His hair is
• dark like the other two. The color of his eyes was black as well. He looked
• playful like Gideon but his voice was manly and smooth.  
• “What? Why? I'm not taking my shirt off! There's a girl
• here.” Daniel eyed me cautiously. I almost rolled my eyes. My, for a guy, he is
• really fussy.  
• I could feel Izaac looking annoyed even when his back was
• facing me. Izaac managed to get Daniel's shirt and lay it on top of my body. I
• almost forgot that I am naked as they talk like I'm not here. It's
• embarrassing.  
• “We have to get going. The others might smell her from
• here.” The gray eyed man looked at me.  
• “Ambrose is right. We don't want to lose our food do we?”
• Daniel agreed with a playful grin across his face.  
• Food? What food? Does he mean the two dead boars on Gideon's
• grip?  
• Before I knew it, a pair of sturdy muscles gripped my back
• and thighs. A yelp came out of my lips. Suddenly I was lifted up to the ground.
• The three men started walking to I don't know where but we are currently in the
• middle of the forest. Gideon carries two boars, dragging them along the wet
• ground. Are they some sort of hunters?  
• Izaac was calm and quiet the whole time as he carried me.
• I'm not sure how heavy I weigh but he's actually carrying me with ease as if
• I'm as light as a feather. Surely I am not that heavy am I?  
• His face was fixed towards the path we're currently heading.
• From up this close I could see his features clearly. His eyes of the darkest
• greens, lips as if painted of the faintest pink, and that stubborn jaw. He is
• indeed attractive but I think he's not the talkative type. 
• We have reached the river. I could hear the gushing of water
• and the falls nearby. The splashing was soothing to the ears.  
• I tugged Izaac's shirt, “Water.” I managed to say. My voice
• is hoarse and shaky.  
• He looked at me and glanced at the other three that are
• already a few miles from us. Izaac put me down and helped me drink from the
• river. The water is cold and almost salty. I couldn't complain more because I
• needed the drink.  
• “I can walk.” I tried to stand up but failed, I gripped onto
• his arms so I wouldn't fall into the river.  
• Izaac looked at me like I'm some cat that he wants to just
• leave here but is forced to take care of. To be blunt, I didn't care what he
• thought. I just don't want to owe him anything after this. If he didn't want to
• help, he shouldn't have volunteered!  
• “Your body is far too weak. Let me carry you. Don't make
• this hard for me.” He said, giving me a stern look.  
• I didn't even ask him to carry me! My, I'm starting to hate
• this man more and more.  
• “We have to speed up.” Izaac did not ask and before I could
• speak up, he carried me again and in only a few seconds, we walked alongside
• with the other three.  
• I shut my eyes, trying not to throw up. Although I badly
• wanna spit on Izaac's face but that's just disgusting and rude. I'm not brusque
• and vile like him.  
• “You can't speed up like that! The girl is unwell. She might
• throw up and die.” Ambrose scolded and his eyes were deadly
• serious.  
• “Her body might not take it. She's not one of us.” Gideon
• glared at Izaac.  
• Izaac looked at me as he raised his one eyebrow. Regret did
• not even go past those merciless, emerald eyes.  
• “She's alright.” The corner of his lips slightly curved
• up.  
• How I wish I could strangle him right now but I can't
• because I'm hungry and my body is too low on energy. This man is downright
• rude!  
• “The girl may not be like us but she's different.” Izaac
• paused.  
• “She's not human either; otherwise she wouldn't have
• survived the fog last night.” He finished with a blank expression.  
• He fixed his gaze on me as if trying to figure me out. Those
• green orbs were like a black hole that drew me in and before I fall too deep, I
• broke the contact. I looked away as I was confused so myself. Looking back at
• my memories from last night, I only remember my name: Feyre Wells. Is that even
• my real name? I'm not sure. Everything's just messed up.