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Blaze let out a groan as he glimpsed the greenish liquid coming out of the injury inflicted on Arabella. She was still passed out, and by the look of the things, it didn’t look as though she would come to any moment from now.

Moreover, the injury was infected.

Blaze knew a lot about the werewolf rogues moving about in Cooan.

They were poisonous werewolves that never hesitated to inject their poisons into any supernatural beings they attacked. Even human. The reason for injecting them with poison was to render them powerless before feeding on them.

That would have been the fate of Arabella if he hadn’t arrived.

Yet, he was not lucky enough for her not to get poisoned. He was only fortunate they hadn’t fed on her.

Blaze had never thought anyone he knew would be in the position to have been beaten or scratched by them.

He caressed Arabella’s cheek, brushing out the hair on her face as he stepped on the gas pedal. He didn’t know exactly where he was going, but he knew staying close to the hut was dangerous.

After Blaze thought he was done fighting the rogues off, more surfaced.

He had to flee with Arabella as it seemed they were all there because of her. They had come because of her and didn’t know why they were aggressive towards a human.

For one, Blaze knew Rogues werewolves didn’t just attack humans except being threatened by them, or the overly hungry rogues that needed to feed were the ones who attacked anyone without thinking. But then, seeing all coming for Arabella at once as though she was a scrumptious meal was what he’d never understand.

Getting to a dead end, Blaze grimaced. He got down from the car to assess the environment, and he let out a cuss as several howls sounded from afar.

“Could today be any worse?” He mused, glaring at the bright moon.

It was as though the moon goddess had decided to ruin today for him. He assumed she was overly joyous; they were in such predicaments as the moon shone even brighter.

Aside from being chased about, he was wounded, and so was Arabella.

The moon goddess could have kept them safe. She was their guardian, after all. Even if she never guarded him due to his demon gene- Blaze believed the moon goddess was partly responsible for his predicament of being chased about as she never did anything to help save him from any incoming attacks from demons-she could have kept Arabella safe. She was his mate!

Instead, she let them fight off the rogues alone and almost got them killed.

Now, he had nowhere to run, and by the stench in the air, he sensed they were near.

Blaze darted to the car as the stench became stronger. He didn’t know what creature was coming, but he was sure it wasn’t a werewolf.

It didn’t smell like it.

Getting into the car, he sighed, staring at Arabella. He didn’t know how much longer he needed until he got to a clinic where she’d be treated.

His eyes widened as she didn’t move a limb. Her head was lolled to a side, and it felt like she had stopped breathing.

Panicked, Blaze placed his hand underneath her chin to feel her pulse. He let out a sigh as he felt the steadiness of her heartbeat.

She was alive, but it wouldn’t be for long.

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Arabella turned; her heartbeat raced as she stared at the darkened forest.

“Blaze…” She mumbled, but it sounded louder than she imagined. Her voice echoed throughout the woods, and she jumped as she heard rustling behind her.

Her heartbeat quickened, and she chewed on her bottom lip. She didn’t know how she got to the forest in the first place.

She was with Blaze. She was sure of that when they suddenly got separated.

Arabella had tried retracing her steps back, but each turn she took led her to a dead end. Not only that, she felt as though something was calling on to her.

Arabella heard a growl, and she staggered backwards, a black werewolf jumped out of the shrub, and its wicked red eyes glared at her.

“Blaze!” She shouted. Perhaps, it wasn’t the right time to call on him in this manner, as she doubted she would be saved. She didn’t think there was any harm in trying.

“Blaze.” She repeatedly tried, calling his name and trying to reach out to him. But nothing seemed to be working.

She was met with total silence, and the beast still stood in front of her. She believed it was happy she was met with silence, and no one was coming to rescue her.

The werewolf growled and moved towards her slowly. Arabella stumbled over a branch and fell to the ground.

She let out an oof, grimacing as her butt hurt from the fall.

“Please stop.” She mumbled, realising she was alone and no one was coming to save her.

“Stop.” Arabella shook her head frantically, and her eyes darted around the darkened forest.

But the beast kept coming towards her. She doubted it heard any of the things she had said.

She held out her hand she let out a loud, piercing screech as it leapt in the air.

Blaze stepped on the accelerator. He grunted as the car skidded to a halt due to Arabella’s scream, and he continued almost immediately as he glanced at the beast he was running from in the rare view mirror.

It was just one, but it seemed almost impossible for him to take him on.

“No!” Arabella gasped.

He gripped Arabella’s hand with his free hand and squeezed. She had been in the situation for about an hour, and he doubted she’d be waking anytime soon. It was the poison; it was taking its effect on her system.

Blaze’s free hand tightened on the steering until his knuckles turned white. The urge to go back and punish the people involved in her predicament filled him.

But he had killed most of them. He doubted if he’d have been satisfied if he killed all of them.

The worse was it would never make Arabella wake up. He’d only have the revenge, which was a momentary victory.

“Blaze.”

“I’m here,” Blaze mumbled, although she could not hear him. He was still offering the support he could.

Blaze stared at Arabella for a while as her mouth moved, but no word came out. He only saw her writhe and stiffen under his hold.

Blaze’s eyes strayed to the road momentarily, And he gasped, marching on the break as fast as he could.

Someone was in the middle of the road, blocking him. His eyes narrowed, and he cursed under his breath as he pressed the honk several times but got no reply.

He undid the seat belt and moved to slide out of the car, but Arabella’s hand shot out to grip his.

“Don’t.”

Blaze frowned and turned to her. The voice didn’t sound like hers.

It sounded cold and foreign to his ears.

He stared at her intently, and almost immediately, as if sensing his eyes on her, Arabella jerked and opened her eyes.

Blaze blinked several times as he stared at her once beautiful blue eyes. They were partly yellow, a sapphire blue flecked with black and red.

It wasn’t like anything he had seen before. And what scared Blaze the most was the wicked glint in them.