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Chapter 6

ADRIA'S POV.

My eyes fluttered open and all I could see was a blur so I closed them back feeling a bit tired for some reason. I let out a sigh and reached out for my phone which ought to be somewhere on my bed with me. 

However, I didn't feel it anywhere I touched so I was forced to open my eyes once more, and slowly the blur came to focus and I stared at the white ceiling of my room. I was in my room. Wait, why was my head feeling so foggy?

I sat up slowly and I looked around.

“I had gone to…” I started to say and suddenly like a bolt, the memories started to hit me hard.

 How the whole thing had started was revealed in my memories like someone turning the pages of a book but before I recalled the last thing that happened, I had already known what had happened, and a sharp pain rang in my head as I recalled falling down the stairs. 

Then the fear, and raw panic hit me. Lucien was a wolf. A werewolf! A freaking one like the ones I read in the books. 

“Oh my god.” I exclaimed softly as chills spread through my body. Seeing him looking like that in that monstrous form was unnerving. I had been hanging out with someone like that. Something I had ruled out as a joke was actually real.

“Oh my god.” I exclaimed softly once more as I hugged my knees to my chest. It was so hard to believe I had been with a werewolf all along and I hadn't known a thing about it. I had been reckless with him. I had been so confident in asking him to be my tutor. My hands found my way to my mouth trembling seriously. He was a wolf. But then, how had I gotten home?

I had hit my head.

“Wait! Am I home?” I asked myself, turning around to be sure I was looking at my things and not his. If I was still at his house, I would freak out, and scream until he was forced to push me out or throw me out the window. 

Just then, I heard the door open and a short sharp scream tore through my lips.

“It's just me. Chill, Adria.” My mum said coming in with a tray of sandwiches and eggs. It was quite odd to have that for dinner. It was a breakfast thing but then, who was I to question my mum? She ate what she wanted when she wanted to and fixed what she wanted to when she wanted to.  

“Mum, mum. How did I get here?” I asked immediately, crawling over to the edge of the bed. 

“Professor Lucien brought you home.” She told me as she sat in front of me on my bed, and started arranging my dinner for me, pouring tea from a teapot onto a cup.

“He brought me home? How?” I asked, but realized it was a foolish question as she shot me a questioning look.

“In his car of course. Then he came in with you in his arms. You were all passed out. He said you tripped, and fainted. How could you be so careless?” She asked me with worry in her eyes and I gave a little nervous chuckle. 

“ He told me he had tended to you and you had fallen asleep so he had to bring you over by himself so I thanked him for caring to that extent. You really need to be careful Adria, what if you had hit your head in the wrong place, and died?” She asked, and I forced a hug on her.

“Oh, come on. Don't nag at me. I'm here, safe and fine.” I told her, and released her in time to see her roll her beautiful eyes, and smile. 

I took the sandwich she had made for me and took a big bite, and something about the way I took my bite reminded me of what wolves ate. 

It fell from my hands, and I started roaming out my body, trying to see if there was any pain or any scratch or any bite that he had inflicted on me.

“What?” My mum asked, looking at me strangely. 

“Oh… my phone.” I lied after confirming that I was fine, even though my eyes shifted all around uncomfortably.

“It's right there.” My mum replied, pointing to my desk, and my head whipped towards it. 

“Oh.” I let out softly. 

“Adria.” My mum called, and I knew she was about to start a long speech.

“Yes?” I asked, picking my sandwich up once more, and she gave a sigh.

“Is there anything you're not telling me?” She asked, folding her arms gently. 

“Is there something that's impossible to tell you?” I said, giving her a question instead of an answer, and she watched me intensely. 

“Is anything wrong?” she finally asked, and I let my gaze slide upwards, trying to give her the impression of a clueless girl who was being asked ridiculous questions by her mother. 

“Should something be wrong?” I asked, looking all innocent and she gave a sigh.

“An answer, Adria. That's what I need to hear. What is it that's gotten you so riled up like this?” She asked, and I took hold of her hands, dropping my sandwich back onto the plate.

“I guess it just feels so weird to be brought home by a professor at school. It feels like we're dating, having an affair.” I told her and laughed even though I wasn't laughing at all within me. 

She chuckled, and laid a hand on my cheek.

“Just be careful.” She told me and I nodded, wishing she wouldn't have to worry so much about me. 

“I'll be downstairs doing the laundry. If you have anything you wish to wash, inform me.” She told me as she got up from my bed, and walked towards the door.

I waited till she had left before falling to the bed, and letting my heart rate fly once more. Professor Lucien was a werewolf. How unbelievable.

I had simply hidden that petal of wolfsbane in my air just for fun. I had not really expected him to react to it. It had been so unexpected. Wolves were weak to wolfsbane and I realized I had almost killed myself just to prove something I had considered a joke.

What was I going to do when I met him at school? What if he wanted to kill me because I knew his secret? Was I to beg him or avoid him all through my school years? Was it to stop taking his classes?

No, that was insane. There was no way I could avoid him or his classes. 

I bit my finger hard thinking deeply on what to do.

He knew my house, and could easily get me in the night. With that thought, I bolted out of my bed, and closed my window, bolting them. If he broke the windows with his abnormal strength, I would scream, and tell my mum to call the cops. Maybe he would run.

“No. Let's just beg, Adria!” I told myself, using my hands to cover my face. 

It was going to change my college life for sure. The fact that I had a professor as a wolf. What if he wasn't the only one and there were others? What if my classmates were mixed with wolves also?

“Stop!” I shouted at my mind who brought up every single negative suggestion there was in the world and after, I wrenched off my clothes like they were suffocating me and strode briskly into the bathroom. A shower would calm me.

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It had been so hard for me to find sleep and I had fallen asleep during the early hours of the morning. All my thoughts had been about Lucien, and what he was. 

I woke up feeling groggy, and weighed down with fatigue, walking into the bathroom, and plopping down on the toilet seat. 

Just then, I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror and nearly screamed. My hair was so messy and tangled, and it sat like a mane on my head reminding me of Lucien.

“I'm going nuts, I'm going nuts…” I muttered to myself as I flushed the toilet and took off my clothes to get myself ready for my first class of the day.

As I walked to school with my earplugs fixed in my ear, I received a message from Stacy asking to meet up in the basketball court, and gave a sigh. 

Stacy didn't know the dilemma I was in. I was torn between begging a wolf for mercy and avoiding him for the rest of my life. 

I made my way slowly to the basketball court with my mind on the incident that had happened the previous day. I didn't even acknowledge any lecturers I met on my way there.

And when I got there, it was empty.

“Are you kidding me? She called me to the basketball court only to come in late?” I asked myself as I looked around the empty space. I gave a deep sigh, and began to wait, and as I waited, I suddenly had the odd feeling that someone was watching me. Was Stacy playing jokes on me? Someone was definitely in the basketball court watching me, but then a minute later, I doubted it as I heard her footsteps finally walking in as slowly as a slug would if it had legs.

I turned to her, rolling my eyes. Only for me to lock eyes with a red-eyed Lucien