Chapter Two

Liliths POV

He licked my damned wounds. What the fuck was up with that, and why did my skin feel tingly as he did it?

He was almost drooling, like the taste of my skin was sweet nectar on his tongue. 

I lay back in the unfamiliar bed, trying to remember anything, but my brain physically smarts at my efforts to search through it, an aching throbbing underneath my forehead. 

It's like there's a massive brick wall that I can't even push down with my bare hands, I feel memories sitting behind it, ready to burst through, but they can't. 

He, Theo, said I was a werewolf. A fucking werewolf.

You are.

There's that voice again.

My name is Abyss.

Am I crazy, fuck, I must be? Hearing fucking voices in the back of my head like a loon and also staying inside this house where I know no one, and no one seems to know me. 

I'm your wolf.

Wolf right...

You are safe here.

How do you know that?

Theo is safe. You can trust my senses.

Ha, trusting a fucking voice in the back of my head. 

I get myself in a comfortable position as I sit and stare at the door. The rooms are large with a double bed in the centre. There are two other doors—one to my right and one to my left. 

I resolved to find out what was behind them, but my body was weak when I tried to move, and my head spins as I sit up too quickly.

So instead, I stare into the darkened room for what feels like hours as my eyes droop just as the moon shines through the solitary window behind the bed I'm lying on. 

I dream of running and tripping, of evil men trying to hurt me as I fall into the river, hitting my head in the shallow water.

Khai, I scream as the dream fades and my eyes open to muted light seeping through the window. 

I gasped awake to the sun shining instead of the moon feeling more tired than when I fell asleep. The room is lit and bright, and my body aches with the ordeal it has been through. 

My heart races as I look around the room, noting Theo sleeping in a chair at the end of the bed. His head is tilted back as he softly breathes, and a five o'clock shadow shades his jaw. His black hair is messy, as if he's been pulling his fingers through it all night. He's dressed in long pants and a tight white top that does nothing to hide his physique. His bare feet lay on the bed not far from mine, clean with trimmed nails and a scattering of hair on his big toes. 

I sit up slowly so's not to disturb him, and with a little difficulty, I crawl down the bed leaning towards him to study his face. 

He smells of winter spice and pine. His smell is so strong that it takes over my whole body, making my heart race and my eyes narrow. My mouth is swimming in saliva, and my teeth hurt. 

What a strange way to react to a smell, I think to myself. 

It's almost as if I want to pant like a dog in heat. 

He's good-looking with a sharp jaw with a cleft in his chin, and his dark hair is peppered with a few white hairs at his temples. It's barely noticeable until you're close to him. 

His nose is just as sharp as his jawline, and he has a thick muscular neck that leads down to his just as thick and muscular body. 

My hand moves of its own volition, touching one finger to his cheek as it moves from his ear to his full lips.

I trace the arch to his upper lip, resting my fingertip on his Cupid's bow. 

He's hot, isn't he?

I nearly scream at the voice in my head, but I just about stifle it to a low murmur but not before I disturb Theo from his sleep. I jump back, crawling back up the bed as a slow smile spreads on his face. Our eyes meet, and I feel something inside me pull towards him. 

Jump him now, god that smiles nice.

Shh!

Come on, Lil, he's good-looking.

"Good morning," he gushes my way as he sits himself up, pulling those fingers through his hair, showcasing his tattooed arm as he does. My eyes drink him in as I nestle myself back into the pillows for safety.

"Morning," I mumble shortly, "why are you sleeping in here?"

"You've been out for a week. I was worried."

"A week?"

"A week tonight, so technically six days," he smirks at me as I pull the duvet up my body, so all that is outside of it is my head.

"One week?" I whisper to myself.

"That's what I said."

"I heard what you said," I bite back snarkily, "I just can't comprehend it," I explain, looking away from his smug face wondering how the fuck I slept six days away, how I don't feel completely famished. Yes, my throat is dry. That's obviously because I haven't drunk for over a week. 

"Would you like any water, food, or a shower?" He asks as if he can read my mind standing before I even verbalise that I need a drink. He's walked to the door and turns back just as I open my mouth to answer him.

"Water," I shrug, making sure not to drop the duvet from around myself. The mention of the damned liquid makes my bladder scream out in protest.

"Which doors the bathroom?" I ask shyly as he reaches for the door handle.

"That would be the one to my left," he says before smirking to himself, "the other is a closet. I've taken care of some essentials for you until you decide whether you are staying or not."

He leaves this room and me, thankfully, without another glance back. 

With haste, I quickly hurry towards the bathroom bringing on a wave of nausea as the room spins as the sudden wave of vertigo hits me.

I sit, more like slamming my body down on the toilet to empty my bladder closing my eyes to will away the feeling. 

My bladder screams out in relief as my pee exits my body before I stand to wash my hands. I glance at myself in the mirror, noting that I'm wearing a nightgown I haven't a clue about putting on. Reaching for the new toothbrush, I peel the container to take it out before grabbing the toothpaste. I brush my teeth as my gut twists with uneasiness that maybe Theo has changed me whilst I was none the wiser. 

He didn't. It was a girl, that strange voice tells me.