My Good Life Chapter 1 Part2

“Help!” I jumped down and ran in the opposite direction, climbing up the slope. After running a few steps, I stumbled on a stone on the ground and rolled back to him. 

“Help! Monsters!” I ran again.

The monster squealed a few times but didn't chase me. My mind had only one thought…

Run!

After I had ran ten meters, somebody held my collar. I was dragged like a chicken. Startled I looked at him. A blonde guy in a leather suit and gold rim gla.s.ses was frowning at me. He carried me with a hand, his other hand in the pocket of his trousers. 

“Hey, you scared my pet.” he accused me.

My eyes moved over to the man and the monster beside him.

Pet?

The monster who was two meters tall had broad shoulders, narrow waist, long hair, and erected ears, was his pet? I couldn't make sense of the situation. When this monster saw the man, his face changed? The monster grabbed the chocolate from my bag. He didn't even tear the wrapper and threw it in his mouth.

“Oh.” The man roared. As his hand left the pocket, I saw golden iron chains whip like lighting spewing from his fingertips.

It wrapped around the monster's mouth, pulling his head back. He struggled to eat chocolate…

“Hey!” The tied up monster cried.

The man pulled the chains. The monster dropped to his feet. “How many times do I have to tell you, wolves die if they eat chocolates?”

Everything I saw was so unreal. It has been the first time in my life. I felt I'm not smart enough to process a situation. And aside from everything, I got one question I asked aloud. “A dog dies eating chocolate. Would a wolf as well? Werewolves too?”

The man turned to look at me and narrowed his eyes: “As a human, you are very courageous.”

The wolf on the ground threw temper like a child. He struggled to get up and push the blonde man. The man dragged me with him. I stumbled, missing a step on the ladder as I closed my eyes to greet the cold ground. A stone ladder would crack my head! But the expected pain did not arrive! 

A hand placed on the back of my head prevented me from falling and pulled me up. Due to momentum, I fell on him as his lips met mine… Pain!

I opened my eyes and saw with the blond man. My lip was broken as blood flowed out of my mouth, dyeing his pale lips. The red looked so bright on him…

He frowned, his eyes darkened. I don't understand why he was angry. We fell on the ladder in an awkward posture. I was on top, and he was under me… He pressed my head with one hand, another hand… was on my chest…

“What!”