His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 112: Special

Edrick

I ran with wild abandon through the winding, dark streets of the Rogue district as the rain began to fall even harder, not caring how soaked I got or whether I hurt myself running like this. As Moana’s scent became stronger, I knew that she was close, and she was alive.

Finally, I managed to find Moana thanks to the powerful scent she was emanating, and I felt a weight lift off of my chest. But I couldn’t be entirely certain that everything was okay just yet, because she was laying on the ground in the middle of the street, unconscious and curled into a ball. And she wasn’t alone, either.

There were Rogues surrounding her. I prepared to fight them as I ran up to Moana, but to my surprise, they didn’t seem to be going after her. Instead, they were backing away from her in fear, clinging to the walls of the buildings around them and hissing and snarling angrily. Somehow, she was repelling them; and I knew it had something to do with her scent.

“Moana,” I murmured, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

I ran up to her and crouched down, checking to see if she was alive as I muttered worriedly under my breath.

“Come on… Come on…” I whispered. I pressed my fingers to her neck, and let out a sigh of relief when I felt a pulse. Moana seemed completely unharmed, as though she was just dumped here in the middle of the street. At least, that was how it seemed on the surface.

But as I crouched by her, her scent quickly faded. The Rogues, having regained their confidence now that her scent disappeared, began to close in on us from all sides.

“Hey, her scent’s gone!” one of the Rogues suddenly exclaimed in a disbelieving voice. One of the other Rogues chuckled, his face hidden by a large, black hood.

teeth were black, and each of them had been

I knew I would have to fight them off. I let out a sigh, feeling more inconvenienced than anything. I stood, letting my wolf finally take

determined to protect Moana with all of my strength, and fighting had always

me end ettempted to embush me, but I knew he wes coming end eesily

side then. I felt him cresh into me, knocking me off my feet end sending e bolt of pein shooting up my ribcege. I quickly swellowed the pein, jumped beck up end lunged et him. We greppled for e few moments in e fury of snepping teeth end sherp clews before I finelly got beneeth him end kicked es herd es I could, throwing him with even more force into the

But there

up the sky. The Rogue slowly lifted his heed, his dopey eyes shifting beck end forth. When he reelized thet he

egein end leened down to nudge her with my muzzle. I wes relieved once egein to feel her flinch in her sleep. She wes still elive. But there wes no more time to weste; more Rogues could get breve

them to scatter momentarily. One Rogue came up behind me and attempted

in his human form, tried to come at me from the side then. I felt him crash into me, knocking me off my feet and sending a bolt of pain shooting up my ribcage. I quickly swallowed the pain, jumped back up and lunged at him. We grappled for a few moments in a fury of snapping teeth and sharp

But there had

up the sky. The Rogue slowly lifted his head, his dopey eyes shifting back and forth. When he realized that he was the only one left and that

for more Rogues to come. But thankfully, none did; any Rogues who were watching and considering trying to get to Moana likely realized that they wouldn’t stand a chance against an Alpha, and we were alone again. Once I was certain that it would be safe, I approached Moana again and leaned down to nudge her with my muzzle. I was relieved once again to feel her flinch in her

the ground. The rain was coming down even harder now, and Moana was still unconscious. I saw her eyelids flutter slightly as I picked her up — she mumbled something under her breath, but it was incoherent, and I didn’t have the time to be deciphering her half-conscious utterings. I didn’t know

was a maze, but I was somehow able to retrace my steps as I raced through the streets with Moana safely in my

…

it back to the car, Moana

me as I laid her down in the back seat. “I was

said, swallowing

the hospital. As I drove, I kept looking at Moana in the rear view mirror, petrified that she had gotten too hurt and that she would pass out again or even die at any moment, but thankfully she seemed okay — shaken up and exhausted, but okay. There wasn’t a scratch on her, except for a bruise on her arm where I assumed that one of

yet. But my wolf, Eddy, had been able to experience the scent long enough for

echoing through my skull. “I know it

but smile a bit as I drove. I took one last look at Moana, who was rubbing her head as she laid in the back seat, and felt relief wash over me. Even though I could already feel my own temperature rising from exhaustion and from the rain, I didn’t care. I