Moonspell (1) Werewolf Romance

24. Get out! - M.

He could apparently tear armies to pieces with his bare hands, or that was what Angel said that he did in the Second World War. Regardless, his smile was the most beautiful Mila had ever seen.

After a life with an abusive father, when she was beaten without a reason more times than she could count, she developed a natural aversion towards aggression of any kind, still, she felt strangely safe beside the man that could turn into a literal beast.

The charm didn't help though; she couldn't picture anything helpful and they needed a solution.

Mila stood up smoothly, pressing a kiss on Erik's forehead. She took her phone just to notice it was dead. It was a very old model, heavy and barely functioning and in the ways she left she obviously didn't bring a charger. 

Sighing, she took Erik's out of his pocket, admiring her still-existent pickpocket skills, and exited the room.

Angel was not in his quarters. Judging by the noises coming from the adjoined room he would not return the whole night.

As a last hope, Mila dialed one of the few numbers she knew by heart.

"Dasha?"

"Mila? You are alive! I am so happy. I am really sorry! I swear! I was a shitty friend." Dasha's voice sounded genuinely affected. 

"No, you weren't. You only wanted to survive. Don't worry, I don't resent you."

How could she, after having experienced firsthand how Kiril's claws felt close to her skin?

"Don't you? Where are you? How did you escape him? He can track your smell, and he is fucking obsessed with you."

"I know. They all can, but now I am not of interest to him anymore. I need your help. Can I trust you?" asked Mila hoping for the best.

"You can. I didn't see Kiril anymore after that night at the hotel. I swear on my father's grave. How can I possibly help? Mila, where are you?"

"In Serbia."

"Damn. How did you get there? Are you okay?" asked Dasha.

"I have been better, and worse," answered Mila truthfully. 

"Ok, so how can I help?" It was a risk, Dasha could still be compelled by Kiril but at that point, they didn't have any other idea, either that or sheer violence so Mila decided to trust. 

"Tell me about Kiril: how you met, what you know about him, the more intimate details the better, " said Mila, clinging to hope.

"Uuh. Well. Ok, but why would you want to know?"

"I want to help Erik," confessed Mila, among others to herself.

"Ok... Fine. A bit weird but fine... After you sent me that strange text I was skeptical, but what could I have done? I didn't know you that well. I thought I might have misjudged you and I had been just naive. Strange things kept happening. The guy that bought the golden dress you wore was Kiril's number two. When we met a few days after you disappeared, Kiril also came and asked me very blunt questions about where and who you are. I told him to fuck off but then his eyes started sparkling, he grew claws and I was positive I was in a horror movie."

"Yeah, sounds familiar."

"Mila, how did you actually meet Erik?"

"Angel and his number two kidnapped me."

"Ooook. You have been kidnapped and I was a bitch to you. What do all these guys want from you? And why do you stay with him now?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I tell you..."