Found | first book in Found Trilogy

Chapter Thirty Nine

Park's POV

I opened my eyes and was looking straight at a brick wall. I was laying on the concrete floor in an ally. I was wearing skinny jeans and a tight black shirt. I also had on black wedges. I reached up and touched my forehead. How the hell did I end up here, and why do I have a massive head ace?

I felt a small cold object across my chest. I looked down and saw the necklace my father gave to me. It was shinning in the moonlight.

There was sudden movement behind me. I shot up and quickly got to my feet. I scrambled to the wall and hid behind a dumpster.

I saw multiple men walk in the ally and look around. I was crouching behind a dumpster, at night, and there are multiple men here, twice the size of me. Nothing could go wrong!

"Parker?"

I was about to scream, but a soft hand went over my mouth.

"Did you hear that?" one men said reaching in his coat for something.

"Anyone here?" another one said pulling a gun from his belt.

The hand over my mouth suddenly left and I was grabbed by the arms. Someone was behind me.

"Don't scream." the voice said in a... accent?

I got turned around and came face to face with the last person I would expect. I thought is would be Ava or Cam.

"Harry..." I said softly. Even though I'm terrified of him ever since I found out what he is, I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my head fall on his shoulder. I feel safer when I'm around him, even though he is dangerous.

His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him. He buried his head in my hair and sighed.

"Harry," I sighed with relief.

"I'm so sorry, Park." he said shaking from anger.

I let him go and gave him a confused look. I was staring right into his yellow eyes.

I was about to open my mouth to speak, but a hand gripped the back of my shirt and pulled me away from Harry.

I was too petrified to move. I closed my eyes and went limp.

"Ahh. So this one was yours, Styles?" A deep voice behind me said lightly laughing.

I opened my eyes and saw Harry. He was now standing and his eyes were a dark yellow. His hands were in fists at his side and he was fuming with rage.

The man behind me threw the gun towards Harry.

"I won't need that," he said setting me on the floor, "that's only for dealing with your kind."

Harry's kind... He knows what Harry is. That can only mean he's a-

"Let her go." Harry said with his eyes turning a darker version of yellow. It was scary how they could change like that.

"I would rather you lose her then killing you. Watching you suffer while I take her pathetic life away." the man holding onto me sneered.

I heard an unnatural hissing noise and looked up at him.

He. Had. Fangs.

He had bright red eyes that were staring at me hungrily. His fangs glistened against the moonlight. It was the one with the black hair.

I looked back at Harry for help, but there were two men holding him back. The blond and brunette. Harry was struggling to get free. He looked at me with nothing but worry in his now green eyes.