The Wolf Who Saved Me

“Take a shower and get dressed,” Reule ordered.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why do you always ask questions?”

“Of course, I have to, so I know what will happen and where I am going. Isn’t that obvious?”

“I will take you back.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Why do you look so sad? Earlier, you were too confident about going back to your old pack.”

It made me feel annoyed that I was shouting when I was saying, “Yes, I want to go back. But you are confusing me with what you want to do. Just a few minutes ago, you said you don’t want to be Conri’s delivery guy; now you change your mind.”

Reule was quiet and looking so serious.

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“I was right. You don’t want to go back. You are just in denial. Anyway, I have not changed my mind. I was testing you, and I think I have got the answer. I will not hand you to Conri that easy; that would not be fun. But you have to take a shower and get dressed. We are going somewhere.”

“You are so unpredictable. I cannot understand you.”

“Well, you need to spend time with me if you want to get to know me. And I am open to that, should you wish to.”

“No, thank you! So, where are we going?”

“To the mall.”

“What are we going to do there?”

“Oh, stop your 100 questions and just go and take a shower.”

Reule stood and left me at the table, wondering what is he going to do. But I did what he said. I took a shower. I dried my hair. Then, I got stuck in choosing what to wear. I looked outside the window, and I could see the trees are swaying with the wind. So, I decided to wear the mint green sweatshirt and pair it with jeans and my dirty and torn sneakers. I look at my face in front of the mirror. The bruises are already gone. I am happy even though I still look pale. Then, I brush my straight jet black hair and head outside after.

While going downstairs, I saw Reule sitting in the living room. He was looking at his phone. And when I was almost down, Reule looked at me with that stormy gray eyes. He appeared expressionless but so handsome.

“Finally!” he said and looked at me from head to toe.

“What?” I asked as I also looked at myself from head to toe.

“You took a long time to prepare when you look like a beggar on the street with that torn shoes you are wearing.”

“I don’t have anything to wear. What do you expect I will wear heels?”

“I think you will still look the same.”

I was about to argue with him because of his insulting statement, but he immediately turned and walked away.

“Then, don’t take me with you if you are ashamed of how I look,” I shouted, but he kept walking.

I grunted and followed him, eventually. He was heading to the garage, which, for a reason, I did not expect that he had. Maybe because it was the first time I had seen it.

He went inside, and I heard a car unlocked. I moved near him, and he removed the cover of his car. My eyes widened, and I wondered just how rich this guy that he has a black Lamborghini Aventador.

“Why do you look at me like that?” Reule asked, annoyed.

“I did not expect that you have a car,” I exclaimed.

“So, how do you think we will go to the mall? We will walk?”

“No. I know you have a car, but I did not expect it to be a Lamborghini.”

“Oh, so you know about car models.”

“No. Just this one because it’s my brother’s dream car.”

“Do you like it?”

“It seemed to suit your personality.”

Reule smiled and said, “What are you standing there for? Get in!”

I was about to open the passenger seat door, but he suddenly yelled, “Why are you opening the back door? Get in here! Beside me, dummy!”

“I didn’t know that you would like me to sit beside you.”

“Why? So, I would appear like your driver. Get the fuck in here! I don’t have a whole day.”

“You don’t have to yell, you know.”

“Then, stop acting like stupid.”

I drag myself towards the door beside the driver’s seat. I opened it and looked at him sharply. He smirked at me, making me frown, and asked,

“What is it this time?”

“Nothing. I just like your blue eyes.”

“Whatever!” I put on the seat belt, and off we go.

I was silent for about 10 minutes before I asked, “Which mall are we going to?”

“Do you know the malls around this area?”

“No.”

“Then, shut up!”

I could not hold it anymore. I wouldn’t say I like the tone and the way he is talking to me.

“What the hell is your problem? Why do you keep on yelling at me?”

“Because you keep on acting stupid and asking stupid questions!”

“What is wrong in asking where are we going?”

“You don’t know this area. If I tell you which mall, you will ask where the location is and what kind of mall it is. Wouldn’t you?”

“And so?”

“Whatever my answer is, you would still don’t know because you have never been there. So, it is just better for me to take you and you see what kind of mall it is rather than me answering your stupid questions.”

I was still angry, but he was right. I don’t know this area. Whatever his answer would be, I would still not be able to picture it in my head because I have never been there. I turned my head and looked outside the window. I did not talk to him anymore until we reached the city center. It’s full of people and buildings. It’s the typical city center, but I seemed to like it.

After parking, we went inside, and it was a big and beautiful mall. It surpasses my expectation for a small city like Lakeside.