Chapter 2 The Outcast’s Intentions

Kieran's hand hovered over Ophelia's face,his piercing red eyes burning with an intensity that made her skin crawl. He knew how uncomfortable she was and he enjoyed the thrill of his cat and mouse game.

She whimpered softly,trying to squirm away, but her legs still refused to listen to the fear in her body. She lay there,thanking her body for its betrayal..

The low rumble of growl vibrated through his chest,making her heart race.

"What do you want from me?' Ophelia croaked,her voice barely audible.

Kieran's gaze narrowed,his eyes glinting with a dark calculating light.. This was the first time he properly heard her voice and it sounded like music to his ears..

'You're a curiosity,Ophelia',he said,his deep voice very low and husky.. His voice reverberated around them and he saw how she looked uncomfortable and ready to bolt..

'A puzzle I aim to solve,that is what I want from you Ophelia,Kieran added..

Kieran wondered if she could remember her past life or if she was pretending to not recall her past. She looked extremely beautiful, way more beautiful than he could ever remember.

He thought about how he let them maltreat her in the past, how she died and he never got her forgiveness for how he transferred his focus to his clan, instead of his marriage with her.

“Do you know who I am, Ophelia?” “Can you remember me?” Kieran asked with doubts clouding his eyes.

Ophelia looked at him, her hands trembling, she was struggling to maintain eye contact, but she couldn't maintain it. She was shaking and trembling like a leaf that has been watered.

“How on earth would he look this rogue and be asking me this question?” “Where would I know a wolf that I've always believed to be extinct from?” Ophelia muttered under her breath.

She summoned a little courage to answer his question, mostly because she wouldn't want to be killed if he perceived her as a rude person.

“No, I don't know you. You only happen to be a powerful and dangerous wolf who everyone believes to be extinct” Ophelia replied and looked away.

Ophelia's mind raced as she tried to comprehend Kieran's intentions. Was he a friend or an enemy? His actions seemed contradictory - he saved her from Ryker and Astrid,but now he seemed to enjoy toying with her like a predator with its prey.

His hand finally made contact with her face,she expected a rough touch,but he was surprisingly gentle with his touches.. Ophelia flinched,expecting pain, but instead, a strange warmth spread through her body, soothing her aches and pains..She felt a surge of energy, and her senses began to clear slowly.

"You were out for a long time,Ophelia," Kieran said, his eyes never leaving hers not even for a second.. "The world has changed since your time. And you... you're not what you used to be."

Ophelia's eyebrows furrowed as confusion deepened. What did he mean? She just died yesterday,so what was he yapping about her dying for a long time? Was he trying to intimidate her?

She tried to speak, but her voice was merely a whisper. Her head felt heavy and the veins on her forehead looked strained and about to pop out due to fear and confusion. She pinched her palm hard and cleared her throat and threw her question at him cautiously.

"What do you mean?"

He answered her lazily,like he was somewhat bored of this conversation and it irritated her immensely,but she was desperate for answers..

"You're a key, Ophelia," Kieran said, his voice low and devoid of emotions, his lips curling into a sly smile that made Ophelia's skin crawl.

He peered into her eyes like he could read her thoughts and said again,but this time with a voice laced with intrigue and wonder..

"You're a relic of the past, a reminder of a time long gone, Ophelia. But you're also something else, a key to unlocking secrets that have been hidden for centuries. And I aim to find out what those secrets are"

Ophelia stared at him like he grew a second head. “What on earth is he on about? Did he somehow hit his head on a tree trunk and lose his memories?” Ophelia asked herself.

“Or do I somehow look like a wolf he once had something to do with?” “Who was she? Was she a powerful Luna? Or was she a weak wolf he helped and he fell in love with?” Ophelia had a million questions running through her mind.

Ophelia's mind spun uncontrollably as Kieran's words sank in. The questions assaulted her senses all at once.. "What in the Sighisoara mountain was he talking about? And what secrets was he referring to? A key? How was she a key?

She lay there, unaware of the damp earth she initially found repulsive and prickly to her nostrils and skin. She was still trapped in his grip and that was when it dawned on her. She was at the mercy of a mysterious, immensely powerful and strange outcast,with no idea what his true intentions were.

Kieran looked deep into her eyes, he was really trying to detect any trace of pretence but he couldn't detect anything. If she was lying and hiding the truth, then she was doing an amazing job at that because he couldn't detect any thing behind those gorgeous eyes of hers.

As Kieran's eyes continued to bore into hers,Ophelia had only one domineering thought in her head, ESCAPE! Before it was too late.