Love is Complicated Stuff... [7]

Alan looked up at me from his desk in the study.
"What's wrong? And what's that smell,"
he asked, his nose wrinkling like he smelled something horrible.

I gave him a questioning look before dismissing it and continuing with what I was going to say.
"I don't think we should go through with the wedding."

"What," he asked, standing.
It looked like he wasn't sure whether he wanted to approach me or not.
"Why? What did I do wrong," he asked, panicking.

"It isn't you," I told him honestly.
"But... I gave my heart away a long time ago..."

He frowned.
"Who's the bastard," he growled.

He actually did growl.
Like an animal.

I blinked and subconsciously took a step back.
"Alan...? Are you alright...?"

"Some d**khead is taking you away from me. Of course I'm not alright,"
he growled again.

He was keeping his mouth closed enough so his teeth didn't show.
And I thought I saw a glimpse of red in his eyes before he looked down.

What the hell?
He wasn't a werewolf, too.
Nick and Cody didn't have elongated canines.
Nor did their eyes turn red.

They had warned me that werewolves were not the only preternatural creatures to exist among humans.
Vampires did, too.
As did demons.
And angels.

They told me to beware of every species.
Especially vampires.
They were mortal enemies of werewolves.

Oh... shit.
Now I was in an even bigger pickle than before.

"I think I should go," I murmured.
I turned to take my small bag of luggage and walk out.

He appeared in front of me, his red eyes staring into mine.
"Don't leave," he murmured.
"Stay with me."

I saw a glimpse of his fangs from my peripherals, though my main focus never left those red eyes.
I was terrified of this new version of my fiance.
...Ex-fiance...
But I was also fascinated.

"I...I can't," I murmured in reply.
"Please, get out of my way, Alan. Let me go."

"No," he growled.
Suddenly, I was pinned against the far wall of his study.
Behind where he had been sitting only moments before.

I gasped in shock and fear, my body shaking from the same emotions.
I was too afraid to utter a peep, let alone a scream.

"You will stay here with me," he growled, his breath flowing against my face.
"You will marry me, or I will kill your precious werewolf."