The Survivor ( #2 Eastern Werewolves Pack Series)
Chapter 4: Kaya

“Good night, Deborah.” Kaya waved off the elder woman who owned the restaurant.

“Good night, Kaya. See you tomorrow,” Deborah responded.

Kaya buttoned up her coat as she walked against the cold breeze of the night. Her arms wrapped around her body as she kept walking. As she passed by the busy nightclub, several drunk men whistled to her. Kaya ignored it until one of them grabbed her by the waist.

“Where are you going, babe?” the drunk man slurred his words next to her ear.

“Let me go.” Kaya struggled to free herself from his grip.

Despite he was drunk, his grip was strong around her waist. His friends laughed as he dragged her to the dark alley. Kaya refused to cry herself out as there was nobody else around to save her from these monsters. She stomped her heel on the man’s right foot.

“Bitch.” he threw her to the wall. “You’ll pay for that.”

A second man ripped the coat from her body. The cold breeze seeped into her skin and she trembled.

“That’s not a right way to treat a woman,” someone else spoke from the darkness.

Kaya looked behind her. A man leaned against the wall as white smoke puffed in the air. She couldn’t make out his face but her intuition told her that she knew this man somehow.

“Get the hell out here, bastard,” The man, who grabbed her earlier, said. “This is none of your business.”

“When an unarmed person is hurt, it is my business.” He pushed himself from the wall.

Her eyes widened when she realized who it was. It was the same man from the restaurant. He came with his paled friend before. But, she couldn’t see the pale one anywhere now. There was no way this one could fight against ten people. His black eyes reminded her of the darkness where the light couldn’t penetrate—not even a tiny ray of light. The men laughed at him.

“There are many of us,” The first one taunted. “Just walk away, idiot.”

Kaya watched him. His body was as tensed as the time he was in the restaurant. Not even a single expression visible of his face despite that he was facing ten men on his own. Whoever this man was, he looked very confident that he could take on ten men by himself. He threw his cigarette upward in the air and captured everyone’s attention along with it. Kaya felt a strong gust of wind but her eyes were too focused on the cigarette. It stopped about two meters from its starting point and gravity pulled it back down. Then, it landed between two fingers. By the time she looked at the ten men, they were already on the floor. They groaned in pain while a pair of eyes fixed on her.

No human could move that fast.

“Are you alright?” he put the cigarette between his lips.

“Y-Y-Yes,” She stammered with fear evident in her voice.

What was he? How did he move so fast to knock out those guys off their feet that easily?

He shrugged off his jacket and put it around her shoulders. “It’s cold here. Where is your car?”

“I walk.”

“My car is nearby. I can send you home.”

“N-No,” she quickly protested. “I can walk.”

She was supposed to be afraid of him—of the things he could have done. Even if her mouth was saying a different thing, the voice in her head was saying another. Kaya decided to follow the voice of her mouth. There was no way she could just hop into his car without knowing who or what he was.

“Show the way.” he stepped aside and waited patiently for her to walk.

“What?”

He let out a grunt. “Show the way. I’ll walk you to your home. It’s already late night. A woman shouldn’t walk alone.”

A sigh left her mouth. He wasn’t a man of thick patience nor with emotions. Instead of wasting her breath to argue with him, she accepted his offer to walk her home. This month had been a busy month in the town because of the holidays were coming. Kaya didn’t usually take this route to walk home but the other route was under reconstruction. She had no choice but to use this route for a while. This was the first time such unfortunate incident ever happened since she used the route.

“Thank you for saving me,” she told him as they walked down the empty street.

He nodded and pulled out another cigarette. It seemed like he was a heavy smoker. The scent on his jacket was mixed of his cologne and the smoke. Despite the smoke scent, she became addicted to his cologne. She looked at his side profile. He was wearing a brown wool sweater with black jeans and boots while his dirty-blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun. There were several tattoos visible on his neck. The scruff on his jaw down to his neck couldn’t hide the sharpness of his jawline.

No wonder he was confident he could take on ten guys by himself. He was muscular and bulky.

“Name’s Jaxon if you insist to know.” he gazed at her briefly. “You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes.”

She blushed that she was caught on checking his body. “I’m Kaya. Nice to meet you, Mr. Jaxon.”

“Drop the formality,” he grunted again.

“S-S-Sorry.” she looked down. “Are you moving to the town? I never saw you before.”

“No.” He tensed again as if he spoke of something he shouldn’t have. His jaw clenched while his eyes looked around them.

“Something’s wrong?”

“Never mind.”

Kaya didn’t question him further. There was something triggered him to act that way. Twenty minutes of walking, they finally arrived at her driveway.

“Well, thank you for accompanying me,” she said with a smile. “I’ll wash your jacket and hand it back to you. Maybe you could pick it at the restaurant where I work.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I insist.”

Jaxon let out a heavy sigh. “Very well then. Good night.”

“Good night, Jaxon.”

Kaya stood by her porch and watched him retreated to the direction they came earlier before she went inside. She headed straight into the laundry room and took off the jacket. Her hands were checking inside the pocket just in case something was there. And she was right. She pulled it out and saw it was a picture of a brown-haired woman with black eyes. She was smiling when the photo was taken.

Was this the friend that Jaxon was looking for?

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