Evelyn

Just as the words left Mia's mouth. I heard its heavy breathing down the hall and its clawed feet scraping against the marbled floor as it headed towards us. My heart sprang in my throat as I jumped into action.

"Mia. You have to calm down, sweetie. I know you are scared, but I promise, I will not let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?"

Mia's misty eyes stared back at me and she nodded her little head. I open a door that led into what looked to be a pantry and shoved her inside.

"Listen to me. No mater what happens or what you hear, you are not to open this door unless Rook or I come for you. Do you understand?"

Tiny tears cascaded down her face, but once again she nodded her head in agreement.

I closed the door securely and pushed a heavy wooden cabinet full of spices and other dry goods in front of the pantry door. It wasn't much, but at least it was something else other than just a door in between Mia and the beast.

I didn't have time to look for anything else to use as a weapon other than the knife I already had in my hand. I turned and the werewolf was already coming through the door. A shudder of revulsion ran down my spine. I don't think I would ever get used to the hideous creature before me. I sized it up quickly as I circled the kitchen island. This one was even larger than the one I killed in the woods.

It sniffed the air. "Female." It growled.

"Is that the only word you bastards know?"

"Dominant female. Must take to alpha."

"I think not."

It lunged at me. I jumped on top of the kitchen island, bringing my knife down at the same time and slicing one of its ears off. It wailed in pain, but I merely managed to piss it off more.

It came for me again, this time with more speed and fueled by anger. It swiped at me with its razor sharp claws, but I managed to stay out of its reach. I leapt on its back and put it in a choke hold. I tried to stab it in the heart with the knife in my other hand, but it grabbed the hand that was holding the knife with its huge meaty paw and slung the knife from my grip. I tightened my hold around its neck and squeezed with all my might, but I couldn't bring the thing down.

It tried to shake me off, but I held on like my life depended on it, because it did. It rushed backwards quickly and slammed me against the wall. My back and head collided with a loud crack against the wall. With each slam, my grip was lessening. I had to do something quick before I lost consciousness completely.

I glanced to my left and saw a knife block, reached for it, and pulled out a cleaver. I almost dropped it as the beast slammed me against the wall again, my head exploding in pain. My vision began to blur, but I somehow managed to slip the cleaver in front of the werewolf and with one swift slice, severed its throat.

The body fell to the ground, taking me with it. The crash to the ground completely knocked the wind from my lungs. I was laying in a pool of blood, but try as I might, I couldn't get up.

I heard Mia wail from the other side of the pantry door, I tried to get to her, but my head was spinning in confusion and I could not make my legs do as they were told.

"Mia, it's ok. It's all over."

I hoped my voice would soothe her until I was able to get to her. A loud growl from the door had my pulse racing. I turned my head and saw another werewolf coming towards me. My body screamed in pain as I tried to get on my feet, but I couldn't move or even think straight. So this was how I was going to die? At the hands of a werewolf in a lycan's home. Typical me.

What I wouldn't give to see Roary and my father running through the door right now. A loud crash to my left had both me and the werewolf turning towards the shattered window above the kitchen sink.

The largest lycan I had ever seen just jumped through the window and was now crouched low and ready to pounce. It was the most magnificent creature I had ever seen. It was solid black with large bulging muscle covering its body. It quickly glanced in my direction with its large glowing golden eyes.

I knew those eyes, I had seen them before. This was the alpha. The werewolf seemed to know this as well. It growled at the alpha, but took an uncertain step backwards in hopes of escaping out the door it just entered, but it was too late. Rook attacked, going straight for the werewolf's jugular.

The attack was over in a matter of seconds. I could have definitely used his help earlier, if he could kill a werewolf that quickly. I don't know if that realization sat well with me or not. How strong was he to put a werewolf down that fast?

I turned my head away and tried to get up again, but the best I could manage was getting my body to a seated position, but at least that was better than laying on my stomach. I gripped my head as the world began to sway.

"Easy."

I was vaguely aware that Rook was before me, back in his human form and he was running his hands all over my body. His eyes were back to their normal hazel color as they searched my body for injuries. He slipped on arm around my back and the other underneath my knees, but I stopped him from lifted me off of the ground.

"Mia." I breathed. "I'll be fine. Get Mia out of here."

Even raising my arm was a struggle, but I managed to point towards the pantry door. Rook eyed me with concern, but eventually left me to check on Mia.

I heard his strong, confident voice as he cooed to Mia in hopes of calming her down. Her little voice was strangled with tears and it broke my heart.

"Where's Eve?" I heard her say and I smiled to myself.

"She's fine. I'll let you see her later, but first I need to get you out of here. I want you to bury your head in my chest and not look until I tell you to. Understood?"

I heard Mia mumble her agreement and watched as Rook cradled Mia tight to his chest and walked her out of the kitchen and down the hall.