Chapter 65: Wolf Blade
The wolf blade was a weapon like no other else he had seen before.
Not only was that sword calling him, but its allure somehow also managed to arouse him, as well.
It pulled him towards it.
The blade desired him.
"Honey, be careful! We don't know what that blade is all about!" Maleva warned him that something bad could happen with that weapon.
"What do you mean? It's just a sword and… I want it…" The hunter no longer thought like he used to. It was almost as if he was no longer the same man he used to be only a handful of seconds ago.
"I said: Be careful!" she pressed on, warning him again, but he still wouldn't listen, so he walked up to the wolf's head at the center of the secret room.
The blade was lodged between the four large fangs of the wolf's head.
The head of the wolf was built of a stone that none of them were able to recognize. It could have been granite, but it was slightly different, with pieces of iron infused into the rock. Certainly not the type of construction they were used to seeing.
Michael walked up to the front of the wolf's head and leaned forward, taking a closer inspection of the alluring sword.
Maleva was a lot more reticent and hesitant to the idea of having anything to do with that sharp and strange weapon. But she was the one who led him here in the first place, so it was a lot more difficult for her to say anything now.
They were here because of her.
"It's… Some kind of wolf sword…?" The hunter asked himself as he approached it. Placed both of his hands inside the wolf's mouth.
"What are you doing?" she asked him, confused because her mate wasn't being careful at all. To her, it was obvious that this was a trap.
"It wants me to take it," he briefly explained to her.
Due to the way the blade was firmly stuck inside of the mouth of the animal, Michael had to deliberately push all of his forearms deep inside.
Redheart was now deep in the belly of the beast, however, this allowed him to finally get his hands on the sword itself. The palms of his hands wrapped around the weapon. One of his hands around the grip of it and another around the fuller.
Cling!
The blade made that loud sound as soon as he set his hands all over it.
"Be careful!" she told him.
"I'll be just fine…"
However, all of a sudden, the eyes of the wolf's head abruptly began glowing red!"
"The eyes! Careful!"
"What's going on here?" Michael asked himself. Right before the wolf's mouth sharply and hastily closed on him!
Thump! Thump!
"No."
"Michael!"
Before they knew it, it was already too late. Michael had been placed into some kind of deadlock, in which he had both of his arms stuck between the four sharp fangs of the wolf's mouth. He desperately tried pulling his arms back, but it didn't have any effect. It didn't work and he was still stuck. It hurt a lot. Both of his forearms had been stabbed and pierced at the same time by the deadly fangs. Meanwhile, the blade was still in there, deep in the mouth of the wolf. His palms were still around it. Never letting go of the sword. It hurt so bad that it almost let go of it at first, but if he did, that would have meant that he had done all of this for nothing, so this wasn't an option for him. Not now, not ever.
"Michael, let go of the sword! Pull your arms!" Maleva begged him to do it at once.
"I tried pulling my arms out, but it doesn't work! And forget about it! I am not letting go of this sword! Ever! I want it!" he replied to her with a pretty determined and decided tone in his voice.
"Are you kidding me? But this thing is about to rip your arms to shred! Whatever that thing is, it'll eat you alive!" Maleva argued with him as she aggressively pulled on his shoulders. Desperately attempted to get him out of this disastrous lock, but nothing would work.
"Ahhh!" Maleva screamed as her blood was rushing through her veins. Even when Maleva became angry and frustrated the most she became changing into her first wolf form (which had her gaining animalistic eyes with sharp irises, wolf ears, claws, fangs, and her wolf tail), but she still couldn't get him out of the lock and rescue her boyfriend. Something she was so hoping to do.
"Come on. Come on. I almost have it. I can almost pull the sword out. I know I can do it," Michael mentioned out loud.
"You're still thinking about that damn blade? Who cares? Your arms are a lot more important to me than that cursed sword!" Maleva was enraged at this point. She was rapidly transforming more and more into an actual wolf the more she argued with him and attempted to pull him away from the wolf's head.
"I want it! Quit trying to stop me from doing this," he told her.
"But I'm trying to save you. Can't you see it?" she pointed out to him time and time again.
"But you're not helping," he replied to her.
"I am!" the two of them were now officially battling it out at this point. Each of them wished to accomplish something different, and they couldn't find any common ground really on this matter.
"You are not!" as the two of them fought, it was now Michael's turn to also shift into his first werewolf stage, which meant that he suddenly gained everything that his girlfriend already possessed—the bestial eyes, the wolf ears, and tail, the deadly fangs, and the sharp claws. Then, as soon as he turned, the eyes of the wolf statue suddenly began glowing pure red. Something that had not been the case since the mouth swiftly shut on his forearms.
…
"Huh?"
Two seconds later…
The mouth slowly opened up once more.
Michael had been set free.