My bed is soft, but not as warm as I would like.
I shiver under the thick covers, tossing and turning furiously. I struggle to get warm, but only the cold embraces me. The desire for a certain man is growing at an alarming rate, as I know that one touch from him would instantly heat up my body with passion.
But at the same time, I am afraid of him. A strange sadness and fear runs through my mind as I recall once again his confession, his passionate plea for forgiveness that choked my heart. I tried to rectify our misunderstanding, but he refused to listen. I could tell he was stressed, his eyes full of pain and desolation. He was almost desperate for me, as if I were his bread and water. Just remembering that one look at his sculptural features shamefully brings a small shiver of happiness to my heart.
But what is he really desperate for? Is it just so that our union is accomplished, or because he loves me for who I am?<
"Have you seen our newly developed bullets? He gestures to the sky as a bunch of shots fly through the air. "These are specially modified to have the ability to pierce the hardest of skins. It's a good thing you've avoided them so far... if one of them had hit you, it would have hurt.Suddenly, the man notices me in his arms. "Is this the convert? She's pretty. Xavier's grip tightens around my form, holding me even closer to his warm chest. "How about convincing your boyfriend to back off before someone gets hurt?" he asks me, a hint of disdain in his seductive voice."Maybe that would be a good idea, Xavier," I whisper in his ear, fear clearly painted on my features, "they seem to know what they're doing.""I'm not going to abandon you." At these words, butterflies flutter in my stomach and a blush makes its way down my cheek.The man sighs dramatically. "Get them out, Demon."A
"The headquarters," he said softly, "and it's what you would call a portal. The council has a ton of them scattered around the world, hidden in places called sanctuaries. They can take you anywhere you want to go. This is very useful for werewolves trying to escape some kind of persecution."How can they take you anywhere you want to go when there's only one passage?" I don't see any other tunnels leading to this one, which doesn't mean much since I can hardly see anything."All you have to do is think about where you want to go while you travel through the tunnel and you will come out of the portal at that destination.""You talk too much, Soka," a dangerously deep voice interrupts our conversations, "you shouldn't tell the prisoner all this." I turn around and can barely make out the outline of his face."What does it matter, Zayn? She's not going to last very long at Headquarters. Who cares if I tell her some of our secrets?""We don't. She might get lucky. Ferrars seems to like th
Even as her warm, strangely familiar fingers dance across my skin, I feel no discomfort. Relaxed breaths brush against my neck, somehow sweeping away any anxiety. I feel a foreign desire to stay here forever in this enchanting embrace.Am I going crazy?Fighting the strong urge to close my eyes again, I abruptly sit up. Suddenly losing my balance, I slide off the bed, tumbling to the floor. With a loud crash, I hit my head on the cold stone floor, a slight wave of pain sweeping through my bones.There is silence for a few seconds, then a voice. "Mona?" For some reason, the word sends shivers down my spine with its irresistibility. The light by the bed comes on as my fingertips grasp it, filling the room with brightness. A head appears on the side of the bed and I almost go into a self-cataclysmic shock.It's as if I fall under a deep spell, mesmerized by the striking beauty of her features. Her hair
"Please, Mona, wake up. I'm sorry I upset you. A hand strokes my long red hair. "Please wake up," he pleads, his voice cutting through my empty thoughts. As my eyes open, a single message enters my mind.Scotty is a man. A very, very, very handsome man.For some reason, I can't make sense of this statement."I must be dreaming," I whisper in a shaky voice, "you can't be Scotty. You can't."But I am," he whispers back, grabbing my fingers and holding them tight. "Here, my name is Griffin, but you can call me whatever you want."His hand moves toward me and I flinch a little as he touches the mark near my hip. The strange thing about this is that it feels completely natural to me. For him to be here. For us to be like this."I missed you so much, Mona," he smiles, a beautiful expression that leaves me spellbound, "it took every ounce of my strength not to toppl
Not at all like I imagined.Sitting in those chairs are incredibly beautiful men and women, five in all. The only one I recognize is Ferrars, who stares at me and then looks away with a strange expression. As I approach them, I bow slightly, causing them to be respectful. I don't know what I've done to deserve even this, considering they were probably going to kill me."Hello, Mona," a deep voice bursts from the man closest to me. He has light chocolate skin and bright green eyes, dressed in a toga-like robe, "I am Markus."He raises a hand to touch the royal woman beside him. "This is Gizelda, and next to her are Cyrus, Odysseus and Ferrars." Gizelda has olive skin and black hair, while Cyrus is unusually tall with pale skin and silver hair. Ulysses is slightly tanned with a long black ponytail, which contrasts with Ferrars' light hair and skin."Hello," I reply, not sure what to do. The small guard
My eyes open slowly, painfully, as if the movement itself hurts. But it is the reality of life that I really want to avoid.The first thing I see after a moment of dizziness is a man with dark black hair. He looks at me warmly, smiling as I begin to cough and sit up. "There, there," he gently pats my hand, "not too fast."Who are you?" I ask him in the midst of my coughing.He just looks at me, putting a large hand under my head. He gently flips a switch and the bed reclines to a sitting position. "I'm Legarius," he replies, grabbing a small cup of water. "Are you thirsty?"I think back to the first night I met Xavier, who had whispered the same words. Pain and loss strike as I dig through the meager memories, trying to salvage what beauty remains."Where's Xavier?" I ask urgently, my heart rate quickening. Horror runs through me at the memory of the Council's words from the day
He freezes, shivers running through both our bodies. "Mona!" He almost shouts in agitation, then pulls away from me and almost runs to the door. He closes it hastily, rattling the lock as well. Nervousness erupts inside me as I examine his beautiful figure. I've never seen him look or act like this before.He comes back to me, scrutinizing my face, my body. I begin to feel even more nervous and self-conscious when I realize that not only am I dressed in a flimsy, see-through hospital gown over a tank top and shorts, but that we are completely alone. I am suddenly even more aware of him, of his attraction. Butterflies flutter in my stomach.He leans into me, and my anticipation rises. Without a word, he leans forward and takes the sleeve of the dress in his hand, pulling it off in one fluid motion. I'm so afraid of him right now, but at the same time, I feel a heartbreaking desire. What is wrong with me? Have I caught another cold?Is it the desire to "bond" that I've heard werewolves
For some reason, my hand burns badly, almost as if to leave a black mark on my skin that won't go away. I frown, rubbing the spot as we walk down the hallway."I'm... sorry I blew up at Xavier while you were recovering. I'm a horrible person," he says sadly. I smile in response."I was never mad at you," I admitted softly."I was just extremely jealous, Mona." He looks at me, his eyes concerned. "I lost you once...and I never want to let go." He seems so sincere that I can't help but believe him."Were you completely serious about everything you said the day I met with the Council? I ask him honestly, surprised that I'm not even frustrated with him. I feel like I should be angry, but the emotion doesn't come when I catch him."That's exactly how it went down," he replies with a small laugh. His auburn hair glows in the light of the gigantic windows that stretch from wall to wall. There is silence for several minutes. It seems almost awkward, Griffin trying not to even look at me while