Made For Him novel Chapter 2

The rays of sunlight tip-toed through the abandoned house, searching for the girls who took shelter in it the previous night. It first found the dark-skinned girl sleeping stiffly on a makeshift bed. Her dark curly hair was frivolously spayed on the surface she slept at. Her face looked peaceful but once, now and then, the skin between her thick bushy eyebrow could crinkle, bringing them together before it would even out again.

Not very far from her, laid the brunette on a big table. She had her back turned on her friend as she slept. She was deep in the sleep, seeing the dream playing on her eyelids.

Suddenly, a loud thud on the roof had them sitting up straight in alert. They looked at each other as they sat still and listened for more noises. After several moments had passed, they had finally decided to investigate the source of the sound.

Without making any sound, they stepped down on the floor before tip-toeing their way to the front of the house before. Just like last night, Orabelle took an attacking stance as Kiara reached to open the door. No one was outside which had them going out of the house and looking around.

After a couple of moments, they were successful in discovering the reason that had greeted them morning. A big branch from the nearby tree had hit the roof near the kitchen, knocking some of it inside the house.

With a relieved sigh, both of them walked into the house to decide what had to be done with the rest of the remaining day. They were tired. The constant running and worrying had driven the serenity far away from their existence. As much as staying in that abandoned house and resting for one more day sounded tempting, it was dangerous too.

If any hiker managed to stroll so deep into the woods and find them in the demolished house living by themselves, then it wouldn't take them long to find themselves in the hands of another group witch-hunters. Also, they were hungry. Their stomachs threatened them to eat their backbones would they fail to provide it with food.

With their bags, they had left for the small town nearby. They knew that a couple of other supernatural creatures lived there too, so there were chances waiting for them in the town to get some help.

The sun glared at them from the middle of the sky when the woods had started to thin out, marking the signs of civilization nearby. The hunger that had now started to eat their stomach was fueling the motivation for them to walk faster to the town.

When the sight of the town peaked at them through the few trees that were left between them and their destination, they had almost broken off into a run. Since the town attracted a good number of tourists, it added to their benefits when they had walked down the streets without receiving second glances from the natives.

Their empty stomachs roared with hunger at the sight of a small restaurant. Without any delay, they went in and ate as if it was their last time and to be fair, there was a fair chance that it could have been their last time eating because they were unsure of the future. All this time, their luck was by their side, favoring them but it wouldn't take it long when it would get bored of giving them chances to live. They knew how cruel luck could be because life had already given them enough chances to be met with the ugly face of it.

They had seen their friends and mothers die. It wouldn't be long when they'd be joining their beloved departed who watched over them from the skies.

After paying, they had stepped out of the small building in search of a job that would earn them the crispy papers to buy them food for their next meal. It didn't take them long to locate the local bar and their looks were enough for the manager to hire them at one glance.

With that, they had set out to look for a place to stay till night. At the favor of their luck, the old day at the small barn on the outskirts of the town had granted them a small room to stay for the night. They rested throughout the evening before setting out at night for work.

After being dressed in the scandalous clothes and applying two layers of makeup on their face, the girls were met with an intoxicated crowd. Orabelle got chosen to dance with a group of seductive belly dancers while Kiara was appointed to give lap dances to individual customers.

Orabelle's dignity screamed at her as her dress threatened to spill her breasts out of her tight blouse. It was choking her and her self-respect. As she took the small cloth that was set with the costume to cover the lower half of her face, she couldn't help but notice the irony of the situation.

The small cloth was there to keep her face and identity hidden regardless of all the salacious messages that her body sent to the onlooker. It left nothing to the imagination. It seemed like there weren't just enough clothes in the world to cover herself.

The cold air of the bar had her wrapping her arms around her almost naked body in an attempt to keep herself warm but her arms failed at it miserably. As the crowd roared with anticipation, she stepped on the stage with the rest of the female dancers.

Instantly, she felt lustful eyes, raping her with their sight. It made her feel disgusted but she didn't have any choice but to ignore them as she let the music take control over her. Even if it was for a few moments, it somehow always managed to fill her with serenity.

With her eyes closed, she let the music direct her body. Instantly she had forgotten all the stares and the people that watched her with lusting fascination. They wanted to get under the clothes without wanting to take risks to discover the treasure that laid under her skin.

Several moments into the performance, she felt something stir in the air. It buzzed with tension that sizzled when it came in contact with her skin. She felt a powerful presence in the room and all of a sudden, her existence seemed to gravitate to it.

She was barefooted and as she ran, small pebbles and other things greeted her feet's soft surface with a pain. She winced in pain but didn't have the change to stop and take them out of her feet. It seemed as if luck wasn't happy with her tonight. It was bored with giving her chances. Tonight, it was having fun with her as she was chased by the wolf borne.

Tears welled up in her eyes but she didn't let them out yet. She reached for the traveling sand in Kiara's bag but she didn't want to leave without her. She wouldn't do that with her friend.

After running across five deserted blocks, she found herself alone. No footsteps were following her so she stopped to catch up on her breath. To take cover, when she turned into the narrow alley next to the warehouse, she was met with darkness. She chose to stand there and come up with a plan to find Kiara.

Suddenly, fear rained down at her as the thought of the wolf borne already having Kiara in their possession struck here. She dropped the bags at her feet and stood straight at the thought. At the moment, she wanted to go back to the bar and see if they were still there – if she was still there.

She didn't realize that she was crying until tears trailed down her cheeks. She clutched her head, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. What should she do?

She was pulled out of her thoughts when a low growl had her turning towards the dark alley. There, two blue eyes blinked at her. They were the same form the bar. She could tell because they had the same intensity and effect on her but right now, her cognitive part of her mind was distorted with fear and anger as she pondered the chances of the wolves having her friend.

There was no way in the world, she would let them take her away. As the owner of the blue eyes stepped out of the darkness, she clenched her teeth and faced him fully. He was walking straight towards her while she stared back at him with vengeance.

He was close when she uttered a spell under her breath and flexed her arms out. His eyes grew big as she started to glow with a blue light.

"NO!" His deep voice rang out in the silence of the night before the brunette felt all the life drain out of her body. She was soon falling into the bottomless pit of unconsciousness.

The last thing she felt was sparks.