Maeve gazed at the people around her. She could feel their stares but there was nothing she could do. The girl that led her here, Cara, had left her and went to stand next to a man who had tanned skin and a light brown hair. He kissed her forehead and Cara smiled before turning her eyes towards Maeve making her want to shrink.

A young man that couldn't be much older than she took a step closer to the pregnant human and put his hands over her stomach.

"N-no," she shrieked and hit the mans hands making him let go of her. The man looked hurt and soon he left the cabin while talking to himself.

He was odd... Maeve thought even though her mother had always told her that no one is odd or weird, everyone is perfect just the way they are. But what should have she done if a stranger comes to touch at her?

A sudden idea popped into her head. If that man could just leave this place without a word why couldn't she? She took a few slow steps back wishing that no one would notice. A few more steps anymore and she could start to run and scream like a maniac if it would come to that.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you, darling," a ruffed voice echoed through the room making everyone else quiet down. "It's pleasure to finally meet you, Maeve". After his voice had quieted down the owner of the voice walked from the back of the room and grabbed her hand.

"I hope your journey here was peaceful?"

Maeve didn't answer but just stared at the man. His hand was cold as it collided with her soft skin. If she could only use one adjective to describe him it would be cold. His eyes looked like their irises could have been made of class and his almost white hair made him look like the ice queen her mother used to tell her stories about. Every feature about him shouldn't be existing in this world. Now only it wasn't a queen but more like a king. Suddenly a wave of pain hit her heart as she even thought about the word 'king'.

"Oh, how rude of me not to introduce myself to you. My name is Michael."

Still, Maeve didn't even utter one word to him. Something about the ice king made her brain yell at her to go as far from his as possible. He led her to a small chair.

"Sit, I go and bring you something to drink."

Just at the mention of liquids made her mouth feel extremely dry. When he came back he gave her a medium sized goblet what was filled with red liquid. She expected water or milk or actually anything else than the liquid that made her act weird. She smelled the liquid and got her confirmation that it truly was wine.

She put the goblet to her lips and was about to take a sip when a thought popped into her head. What if there was poison? She quickly took it far away from her lips and looked at the liquid. It didn't look like poison but there was no doubt that there couldn't be a little drop of it. After all, she didn't know any of the persons around her not to mention the man close to her.

Michael raised his right eyebrow, "is it not good enough for you your highness?" He let a crooked laugh leave his mouth.

Maeve didn't like the pressure he put on her so she put the goblet back to her lips and took a sniff from it and tried to remember what the wine she earlier had drunk at the castle exactly smelled like. Suddenly her cheeks turned red as a memory came into her head.

How she had thought that Dominic had poisoned her when she had drunk too strong wine and thought that her throat was burning down. Luckily it was only alcohol and no poison because it that would have been the case she wouldn't be sitting on the small chair but be laying down under the ground.

"Tell me how is it like?" Michael asked and looked at her hazel eyes.

"What d-do you mean?" She stumbled down her words making her want to drink all the wine just to make her feel like she isn't a complete idiot.

"Your life. Your life took a quite big turnround a while ago."

Still, Maeve couldn't quite understand him. How did he even know who she was? She was just a mere human in the world of the supernatural. The man kept staring at her making her want to throw the liquid straight into his face but she knew that there would be no good things following that.

"How do you know me?" She whispered and turned to look straight into his icy eyes. Michael smirked and crunched down that his face was at the same level as hers. "I have heard stories about the King's human mate. How her home was burned down on fire and how she ran away with her father... Do you want me to continue?"

Maeve's eyes widened as she slowly took in his words and the meanings behind them. How did he know about her father? Did he also know what happened to him? Her face lost the red color it once gathered, she didn't want to be executed like all the other murderers.

The one time she almost lost her head was enough for her. She didn't want to end up hanging dead on some tree were crows would eat her eyes and bugs eat her body. Why is she even thinking about this? Maeve quickly shook her head for her own thoughts.

"The fire?" She asked as painful memories filled her mind. Michael smirked and continued.

"That's what I thought." What? "Aren't you going to drink that?" Michael asked and nodded towards the full goblet in her hands.

She wanted to drink it, she wanted to feel the feeling where nothing mattered and everything was fine. Every time she had drunk that fluid her life seemed so much better, but something inside her was telling her not to drink it. "No," she said and looked straight into his eyes.

"It's not poisoned if that is what you think," he said and took the goblet away from her and took a huge gulp from it. "Such a shame, it's one of the best I have ever tasted."

"Who a-are you?" She whispered. She might have known his first name but that didn't help her figure out who was he and where she was?

Michael smiled and took another gulp of the wine, "I already told you, I'm Michael but you might have heard of me by the name Foley".

The name Foley really did sound familiar to her ears but still, her brain didn't remember where she had heard it. The man looked at her like he was waiting for some kind of a reaction when her face stayed the same as before.

"Well? Do you know who I am now?" He asked a little annoyed.

Maeve shook her head. And then the most magical thing that could have ever happened to her took place.

The little person inside of her kicked her.

It hurt a little but she didn't care about it because of the happiness she felt. She had feared that maybe the little one had died because she didn't have a lot of food to eat daily. Also, her body was in its breaking point from the tiredness, hunger and the longing she felt daily.

Foley looked like someone would have punched him between his legs. It hurt his ego, more than anything, that she didn't know who he was. How is that even possible? Shouldn't the king have told her about him?

"Are you sure you don't know who I am? Maybe the mate of yours have mentioned me using a word like moron or bastard?"

"No?" She whispered seeing as Foley's face turned red with anger. He threw the goblet to the wall making it shatter into the floor. Maeve winced and let a little sound of desperate leave her mouth.

The aura around him had shifted completely, like a light switch. His hands were fisted and his nails made crescents in his skin. His hands even shook a little as he bit his lip from starting to yell at her.

"Sir?" One of the people close to them asked. Worry was plastered all over his face.

"FINE," he yelled and closed his eyes as if he would be in a huge amount of pain. None of this was making sense to Maeve who still was sitting on the chair.

What was wrong with that man? Was he suffering from some kind of a seizure? He was acting like an animal, and that is what he started to resemble.

His hair started to grow all around his body and his nails got longer and thicker. He let a howl leave his mouth before falling to the ground. His clothes started to bust as everything in him grew larger. The hair in his body started to turn a white as it kept growing until he had a fur around his body.

His mouth- no his muzzle let out an angry growl making the hairs in Maeve's body stand up. Then he finally rose up, not by two legs but by four.

He was not a human anymore. He was something more terrifying and something way too familiar to Maeve, a wolf. It was not a surprise but it made Maeve want to stand up and run. Run until her lungs and legs couldn't take it anymore.

It was the first time she had seen someone turn into an animal.

It wasn't a pretty sight. It wasn't an easy process and it made Maeve want to throw up. The wolf in front of her wasn't pretty either. Its fur was white with a little mix of light grey and its eyes were red.

The beast took a few steps closer to her and snarled showing her the sharp teeth that were decorating its mouth. This all was too familiar to her.

It all reminded her at the night when the rogues chased her trying to make her their newest snack. The Chase definitely wasn't a good experience and it definitely left scars in her.

Dominic saved her but he was also the reason why she was put in it. Everyone knew that it would be a bloodbath and they even bet how many seconds she had left. But she had survived, and days after that she was put into a platform and while tomatoes were being thrown at her. The ax was too close at snapping her head out of her torso, but she had survived that too. Only because of some old woman while Dominic was somewhere far away.

He was a cruel man just like the crazy wolf in front of her. And Maeve, on the other hand, was a true damsel in distress and she was tired of it.

He had hurt her too many times and the worst part of it was that she didn't even realize all of them.

She was kicked on the streets by his worker and when she was finally happy again he threw her back to the castle. When Cory committed suicide he didn't let her bury her but let her rot in some corner with pests.

He had almost killed Tommy twice while knowing what the little mouse meant to her. He had murdered his own cousin, that was the only kind person Maeve met when she was rotting in the dungeon.

He had almost killed her by strangling her when they first met and Maeve could swear that sometimes she could still feel his hands around her neck. He had also left her when she needed him the most.

And worst, his men had killed her family and took her away from the only place she had ever known. She had to leave her mother's and sisters' graves and the meadow she loved. She had to leave every person she had ever known and watched as her villagers were slaughtered by them.

Her mind knew all of those facts. She knew that he was more like a monster walking on earth than a person who had a heart. But he has changed, not much but he has allowed Maeve to see a little of the real him. She had seen how the disgust for her in his eyes had disappeared and that they could talk and maybe even understood each other.

She could see it in his eyes that he was lonely. His stony expression never let anything to be seen but once or twice she had seen it break and let her see all the feelings behind his eyes, sadness, and loneliness.

He had even given her the biggest gift of her life, the little baby in her womb. True, it wasn't the best experience when she was impregnated but without the baby, Maeve wouldn't probably be there.

She would have given up when Dominic left. She would have joined Cory and her family to the other side, but she couldn't do that to her child. The baby deserved to see the sunlight and the love she would give it.

She would never allow anything bad to happen to it and no matter what, the baby deserved to know its father. It was killing her mind when she left, knowing that the baby would probably never meet its father just like Maeve.

The human knew how it felt like growing without a father. It felt like a small part of her was missing no matter how much her mother meant to her. It was a thing that Maeve could not do to her child but she had already done it.

She had already left him, no matter how bad things he had done to her and the others, he was still the baby's father. And Dominic also deserved to see his heir.

And it didn't help the case that she had fallen in love with him.

He probably still saw her only as a weak human who was only a waste of air but she had lost her heart to him. It killed her knowing that he didn't have the same feelings for her. Why would he anyway? She was everything he has ever despited.

The white wolf in front of her took a huge leap towards her and growled. Every other person in the room had now disappeared, no one daring to come between a wolf and its prey. Maeve stood up and went to stand behind the chair.

The red eyes of the wolf glowed like fresh ponds of blood as it got closer to the chair.

Maeve's head was running empty as she thought about all the possibilities for her to escape. She knew her chances were extremely low. She was tired and weak when the beast in front of her was angry and didn't show a sign of tiredness.

She took a deep breath before throwing the chair towards the wolf and ran. Tommy started to move inside her pocket showing his anxiety.

Foley winced as the chair fell on top of him but he didn't let it slow him. He stormed behind the human as she made her way towards the outdoor.

She actually managed to reach it before the wolf grabbed her leg and pulled her onto the ground with an ear piercing scream leaving her mouth. The mouse in her pocket quickly disappeared outside from the crack of the door as Maeve was gasping from pain.

The human could feel how the wolf's teeth had pierced her calf and that she was losing a lot of blood.

Maeve didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the fact that she had to fight for her life or both of them. But she managed to kick the wolfs muzzle making it let go of her another leg. She couldn't even feel the pain in her leg anymore.

The door opened and she disappeared outside when the wolf was trying to recover from the hard kick. She ran- or more like limped forward trying to get as far as possible when she heard a growl filled with anger.

Foley came through the door and ran straight towards the bleeding maiden.

Like it would have been planned by fate Maeve tripped over on a root, hitting her head on the ground. Her eyesight grew dizzy as the wolf was only a few feet away from her. It snarled showing its blood covered teeth before leaping towards her head.

Little did he know that the human had a knife in her hands.

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