I heard the front door open, and I continued to lay completely still - just as I had been before the door had opened. But I was no fool. I knew that there was still a possibility that the person who had come through the front door was not Gwen. It was also a risk that I was not willing to take. I was in a position to protect myself against the threat, so that I could do was to hide from it. And I would continue to do so until I was certain of the fact that the person who has just come through the door was Gwen. I held my breath as I heard the footsteps makes their way up the staircase. Unfortunately, I haven’t heard Gwen walking up the stairs in this house before, otherwise I would’ve been able to piece together the pieces of my memory to figure out whether not it was her. All that I could do now, was to wait. I knew that it was very unlikely that it would be anyone other than Gwen, but it was a risk that I just wasn’t willing to take. The footsteps made their way past the bathroom,
I had been expecting Gwen to jump at the opportunity to speak to me, to tell me about all of the traumas that she had endured during her shift, but instead of that happening, she merely just continued to sit there and look at me, clearly contemplating whether or not it was a good idea for her to speak to me. I, on the other hand, felt somewhat irritated by the fact that she was even hesitating in the first place. After all, what reason could she possibly have not to talk to me about all of this? If there was one thing that would make all of this better, that would make the energy between the two of us somewhat normal, then it was this conversation. It was something that would be able to break the ice, that would be able to keep us talking to one another until we were comfortable with one another again. I thought about prompting her, about saying something extra that would encourage her to start talking and explaining what was happening. But even as the thought entered my mind, I kne
After we had had that rather deep conversation, Gwen decided that she needed a moment to process everything had just happened. And the worst part of it all, was that I could understand why she would need a moment, why she would need some time away from me. If our roles had been reversed and I had found myself in her position, then I would have done the exact same thing. I didn’t even think that I would have gone as far as sharing my story, even if it would have been beneficial to my relationship with someone. And once Gwen was out of the bathroom, I decided that it would be best for me to get out as well. The itching on my arms and legs were starting to get much worse now that there was nothing to distract me, and I had no interest in adding more hot water. If I just stayed here the whole day, I would end up looking like a prune - and I was already halfway there. It took quite some time, but I managed to drain all of the water out of the bathtub, and then get myself into a standing
Despite the strange energy that I had picked up on when I had arrived here, I felt like it was safe for me to say that there was nothing happening here that felt amiss. Everything carried on as usual, with no rogue sightings - something that I was eternally grateful for. If ever there had been a day where I wanted nothing more than some peace and quiet, then today was that day. I was already under so much pressure because of Samantha, and I did not want something else to worry about. I knew that Beta Luke would be coming here to relieve me of my duties in a few minutes, and I had to admit that I was not feeling as apprehensive about all of that as I should have been feeling. I knew that he would be pummelling me with questions about Samantha and why I was not with her, but I felt like I would be able to handle it. Almost as if thinking of him had magically conjured him into existence, I caught sight of him approaching me. I had split up from the other two a while ago, before their o
I took my hand off of Samantha’s forehead, relieved to find that she was not running a temperature, and that the fact that she was laying on the couch with her eyes closed, could actually just mean that she had actually just fallen asleep. As much as I knew that I needed to fret and fuss about her, I also knew that she was more than capable of communicating that she was unwell. I did not want her to feel like a child. I had just been about to go back to the kitchen to put away the food that I had made that she would now not be eating, but the front door opened, startling me to the point where I practically jumped through the roof. But as soon as I registered that it was Alpha Elijah walking through the front door, I could tell myself to relax - but that was something that was easier said than done. I had been on the verge of greeting him, but the words caught in my throat as I took in the expression on his face. I felt like it was safe for me to say that he was far from happy, a sto
As much as I would have liked to hang around, and to wait for a miracle to happen, I knew that the chances of actually being able to do so, were slim to none. With the way that Alpha Elijah had stormed upstairs, I could not help but think that he would not be coming downstairs any time soon. And that in itself, was the only reason why I was still here. I didn’t know whether or not it was a wise decision for me to leave Samantha here alone, when there was no guarantee that Alpha Elijah was here to look after her. As confused as I was, I was still able to think clearly and decide what was best for me to do because I was well aware of the fact that there would be repercussions for my actions. If I just decided to get up and leave, without saying anything to anyone, and Elijah had actually wanted me to stay here with Samantha, then I was going to be in deep shit. But if he had wanted me to leave, then it would be a lot simpler, because then I could still just get up and leave. It wouldn’
I made sure that I laid completely still, for I knew that a single move from me right now, would betray the fact that I was awake. The fact that I had even managed to fool them for as long as I had was a miracle in itself, but I was not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. The fact that I was overheating this conversation changed everything, created so many more problems than the ones that I had initially thought to be present. “You can go home, Gwen. Thank you for staying here and trying to talk to me about everything. I appreciate it. I just wish that it would have made me feel better about everything.” I could tell by the tone of Elijah’s voice, that he meant every word that he was saying. All of this was weighing heavily on his heart - that much I was certain of. But I could not help but feel like I was missing something - after all, why was this such a big deal? I knew that he would be bound to face countless judgements from his pack, but he was their Alpha. He would be abl
After the comment that Elijah had made, I did not really know what I was supposed to say to him, but luckily for my sake, it seemed like he considered this conversation between the two of us to be over and done with. It was either that, or he was simply just too desperate to get away from me out of fear that I would somehow start asking him questions about the very matter that he had been speaking to Gwen about. I knew that he was simply being paranoid, but that did not make it any easier for me to pretend that I did not know what was going on. There was a part of me that wanted nothing more than to be able to tell him that I had been awake and that I had heard everything that he had said. I wanted to tell him that I had taken a scent blocker to try and save myself from trouble, especially in the event that he was not my mate. But there was so much more that had fueled my need to save myself. And I knew that he would not be able to understand all of them, even if I explained everythi