He ran in the dark, in the motive to escape from the guards and find Isabelle.
'what are you doing, Andrew?' his own very brain asked him.
"I don't know"
'You can just sit inside the carriage comfortably'
His brain again asked him.
"No I can't"
'why so?'
His brain continued to ask him.
"I need to find Lady Isabelle"
'Even after she took your freedom away? You still wanna find her, ohh Andrew you must be drunk or just too sleepy to think you just woke up from the dream'
"Yes, she did, but I gave it to her myself, so there is no regret or guilt on it and that dream I have a lot of questions regarding it, so I must find her at any cost"
'what? Is that the real reason for your action? that evil women being your first love is too heartbreaking for you?'
Andrew stopped in his tracks to catch on his breath and he leaned against the bark of the tree.
"Lady Isabelle being my first love.."
Andrew gave it a throught and spoke,
"No, that is not the real reason, I don't wanna lose her whom I just found. I am happy that I found her and if she is really Lady Isabelle then I am even more happier cause her ways might be harsh sometimes and sometimes Lady Isabelle is scary, but living with her was like blooming flowers, I had freedom in that castle, but I was a fool that I never tried to step outside the castle like yeah I was told that I will live with her and it was never told that I will be a prisoner in that castle, it was me who throught himself as a prisoner and living with her, I found friends and a elder brother, Lord Joseph, so I will be happy if it's Lady Isabelle being my first love"
Saying that he ran again.
The torch, held by the soldiers in the dark, gave him the way where to go and following it, he found Isabelle and some guards with her, fighting with the group of werewolves, slashing their swords through the werewolf's flesh.
Seeing a bloody fight from each side for the first time, he felt a little scared and Andrew sat down between the long, dense bushes to take shelter from the werewolves eyes.
But fear of losing Isabelle won over him. Andrew gained his remaining strength and he started picking up green, healthy twig, vine and some stones, slowly crawling through the bushes he gathered them.
Hidden from their eyes.
"You dare to attack our carriage? Brain less creatures, you are lucky that my kitty didn't got hurt, or I could have given you painful, merciless and horrifying death"
Isabelle slided away the blood dripping from her sword with her two fingers.
"You killed our people serving you in your castle and you say we dare?"
The werewolf said being in his current state, being in a werewolf form.
"Oh, he was the one who injured my cute kitty, so I had to punish him and what can I do, if that wolf dies in process of punishment"
Isabelle said mocking the werewolves leader and she shrugged her shoulders and she had a proud smile.
"Everyone!!! we will cut their heads and will all together feed it to their leader"
Isabelle roared with the slogan, she lifted up her hand which was holding the sword making the tip of the sword touch the air above them.
Marking it as a official battle and encouraging her guards to fight to victory.
"Advance!!!"
Isabelle heard a sound and ignored it and focused on fighting,
Swing*
One more sound!
The wolves felt their leg being pulled by a force and up to the tree, their body being hung on the branches.
"Traps!"
One guard alerted the others.
"No need for that, the traps are not for us"
Isabelle said confirming the others.
Andrew made his way out from the bushes.
"Andrew!! You can not come out now!!"
One wolf dashed towards him, too sudden with the action, he fell back on his butt, covering his head with both hands.
*Slash!!*
He heard the sound of skin being silt apart and red blood spilled on the ground.
"You can open your eyes now"
A gentle voice dazed him and he slowly opening his eyelids, he saw Isabelle, standing with her sword drenched with blood. Her black hair open and her clothes did not had one single drop of blood, only the sword had blood all over.
"I will ask for your explanation later on, for now let's go back"
"My lady, what about the werewolves?"
One guard asked her, he had blood on his cloth, but not all over his cloth, only the sword.
"Let them be like that, if they are lucky enough which they are not, but if they are, someone from their breed will find them and help em, or they can just rot here"