| “We all have an angel that watches over us, mine was just very late.” Her name was Isabelle Snow; she came to the city two years ago at the age of ten, and for two years she has wandered the cold streets searching for a way to survive. People have tried to approach her, but find that she is wild, and unpredictable, like a beast that had lost all love in its feral heart. People seemed to give up on this twelve year old child, and she would have had it no other way. She slept, pressed in the corner of two buildings in a dirty alley, where she watched a small candle dance in a windowsill above her head. She watched until it danced no more, but there were shadows that remained dancing on the walls around her. She looked ahead and saw a pair of bright, burning green eyes, gleaming at her. These eyes were attached to a wolf that stalked closer, and closer, until she could feel the heat of its breath against her skin. She became tense, her eyes clamped shut, and then something heavy came down on her shoulders. She opened her eyes, and saw a heavy black coat resting over her body. She looked up and saw a man with green eyes looking down on her with a dull uncaring gaze, and yet, she felt so much peace when she looked into them. “Why are you so far from home cub?” He asked, kneeling down to her level. She didn’t answer right away, she wanted to stare at him a moment longer. His skin was pale, unlike hers, and he wore a black sweater, with black jeans, and was very clean and well taken care of, unlike her. But she could smell it, he was just like her, he came from a land not so unlike her own, but still different. He was a wolf, just like her and her people before her. His hand reached out to her, she hadn’t been touched by anyone in a long time, it was only natural that she reacts the way she normally would with anyone else. She bit him, her animalistic fangs pierced through his skin; she could taste the blood in her mouth, warm and disgustingly sweet. She opened her eyes, and was surprised to find that he did not pull away; the expression of pain she imagined on his face was not there. Instead it was the same emotionless expression that he appeared before her with, she released her small fangs from his flesh, and looked up at him, half expecting him to kill her, but instead he continued to stretch his hand out to her, and even though she prepared for a hard blow, she was given instead a gentle caress. But as she looked upon his face, she saw no smile or any show of pain, or sadness. Just the same emotionless expression he had since the beginning, and yet he was being so kind, and so gentle with her. Before she knew it, he had scooped her up in his arms, and they were moving along the streets of the city as though it were natural. She couldn’t stop staring at him; he was an enigma to behold, so strange. But she couldn’t help but feel…safe with him, like she had always known him, like he was her father, no not her father, her older brother. Though he looked completely uncaring to her, to anything that happened to him, or anyone around him, he picked her up, carried her to safety made sure she was warm in his coat. She looked at him, and suddenly she saw it, the look of a strong, wise Alpha male, just like the one that led her pack before the fire. “Will you tell me now cub, why are you so far away from your home?” She jumped at the sound of his voice, drumming in her ears so suddenly she went pale for just a second. It had been so long since she spoke, she didn’t know if she remembered how. She parted her lips, and let out a soft breath, but she couldn’t find the strength to speak, and so she looked up at him with sad eyes, showing him that she couldn’t tell him just yet. His eyes remained uncaring at this, and simply returned to the road as they continued along this unfamiliar path to his human home. In the window of the small motel she saw what looked like a young boy staring at them with shocked eyes. When the door opened, and the two were in the warmth of the temporary home did she realize just what the boy was. A fox and he wasn’t a young boy, though his human body took the form of a young boy, he was very old. He quickly shut the door, and as the green eyed male laid Isabelle on the only bed in the room the fox was on her other side staring at her in confusion, the sudden presence of the other male made Isabelle cling to the green eyed man, causing him to look at the boy opposite of him. “Faux, go fetch something for her to eat, your lingering eyes are scaring her.” He said, in a calm voice. “Master Fenrir is that wise, we have little food as it is, and to waste it on this…girl, well sire it’s just plain stupid.” He said his voice full of fear. Fenrir looked to the fox boy, and the other lowered his gaze, and went off to do as he was told. Isabelle watched, and looked up at the green eyed male that saved her, she now knew his name was Fenrir, but, that was impossible, he couldn’t be Fenrirsulfr the God of Wolves, it was just impossible. But then he matched the looks that her ancestors left behind in scrolls, mostly they spoke of his glowing green eyes, and this Fenrir had beautiful glowing green eyes, and even had a royal air around him, suddenly she began to think to herself, that maybe this man was in fact the great God of Wolves “But what if he wasn’t an angel at all…what if it was a devil that watched over me?” |
