The Beautiful Wolf novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Who Is That Lady?

*MELENA*

The lady kneeled before me, trying to remove the chain from my neck.

I howl at her.

“I know,” she said softly, understanding that I was in great pain.

“I’m Eutis. I am a herbal doctor, and I will help you.”

She could not remove the chain from my neck and asked for help.

“Alpha, please help me,” she begged.

I saw Strider come to her, now knowing that he was also an alpha. He ripped the thick chain from my bruised neck with his bare hands.

As the broken chain fell from around my neck to the ground, our eyes met, and I felt something unusual.

An odd feeling I had never experienced before. It made me forget that I was in pain and the great misery I was going through.

I could also hear the soft sound of the ocean creeping upon the shore and its calming, splashing sound, followed by a lady’s ethereal whisper.

“You found him,” she said.

I then found myself slowly drifting away.

For ten years, I have prayed to the goddess of the moon and wished to die within my sleep. Now it’s happening, and I’m scared. I wanted someone to hold my hand and tell me I was going to a better place and to where my parents were.

As the place began to get dark. I again heard the sound of the lady whispering in my ear. I felt my wolf within me move as she spoke these words this time.

“He’ll protect you. You’re safe now.”

I closed my eyes, falling into deep sleep, not knowing if I would return to this world.

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Opening my eyes, I felt my body rest on something soft and fluffy.

I felt relieved I was still within my safest form, my wolf form. It means that no one will be bespelled by human form and want to claim me.

Pushing myself up to sit with my two front feet, I saw I was lying on a blue sheet on a large king-size bed. Suddenly, I took notice of my fur, which was as white as snow. I was no longer dirty and was clean.

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Shockingly, I jumped out of bed.

I felt violated knowing that the person who had done so had to touch my vagina and my ass.

I wanted to rip off the head of the person who had bathed me while I was unconscious.

Tears flooded my eyes. I was tired of people touching my body, as if it were not mine.

As I was about to exit the room, I saw a picture of the blonde-haired lady who looked like the old woman who saved me when she was much younger.

She was not only in the picture. I went closer to view it, seeing a red-haired baby girl was within her hand.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the room.

I pushed myself toward the glass window, ready to escape, but the window was closed.

I growled.

Why am I always in some terrible mess?

I sank my sharp claws into the soft, black carpet, ready to leap on whoever is about to enter the room. I

was tired of being messed with, and I was not going to let that bitch hurt me.

The silver knob started to turn, and I watched as the door opened without even blinking to see who it was. I saw the herb doctor entering the room with a bronze tray. It had a plate of baked chicken, mashed

potato, and a cup of juice.

I pushed myself closer to the closed window, staring at her, terrified.

She placed the tray on the bedside table.

She wore a white, long-sleeved blouse and a brown skirt below her knees. She was stout and short.

“Please don’t be scared,” she said.

I then glanced at my fur quickly and back at her, growling. Spit fell from my mouth as my sharp, white teeth grinned at her in anger. I licked the spit from my lip and again growled at her.

She then realized why I was infuriated.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. You were very dirty, so I bathed you.”

I again growled at her even louder. She again said, “I’m a herb doctor. I sometimes give my patients a bath whenever I see the need to. I had to bathe you before I could treat you.”

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