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
I've never been good at making decisions. Especially important ones. Especially ones that have the potential to end the entire existence of the werewolf race or Shifter."Mona, honey, you seem to faint every time you walk into this room." A pearly, magical laugh comes to my ears. Two guards rush to my side, and though my eyes are closed, I can feel their heavy footsteps.It is Griffin who approaches me first, his cold hands lightly touching my arms, then brushing my forehead. His touch is icy at first, then filled with a warmth that marks me like an iron. A scream echoes through the room, and it takes me a moment to realize it's mine.Each touch seems to get worse. I don't remember it hurting this much before.My eyes open and the first thing I see is Griffin's face, twisted with worry. "What's wrong, Mona?" he asks me softly.I say nothing, reaching with a thin arm to touch my f
~Xavier~I pace the room, concern frowning. "What am I supposed to do, Ray?" I ask a huddled figure in the corner of the room. The furry bundle shakes its head, then wearily turns to lie down on the cold floor.It's been two long days since I've seen Mona, and every second has felt like an eternity. If I think really hard, I still remember her lips on mine. It feels so good for a minute, but then I remember that I will never see her again.The second Mona stepped on the table to send the shifters away... I knew the Council would never give her back. Mona may not have noticed, but I saw the look of excitement on Cyrus' face. He's such a crafty old dog...wanting to get his dirty paws on the one good thing that's happened to the werewolf race in hundreds of years. The others had a similar expression, but none compared to his.I want to throw a fit about "finding her first" and all that, but it turns out
"What are you doing here?" asks Jake resignedly after I refuse to address Griffin. "Did you come here to gloat?""Well, I was supposed to come here to inform you that you'll either be exiled or exterminated this Saturday, but I'm sure that's a bit of a downer for all of you right now... so I'll try to start with some good news.We all look at him dryly as he makes a big show of trying to think of something."Yeah, yeah we get it," I gasp, "nothing good for us offenders. I mean, we only found the human destined to save our entire werewolf race and essentially delivered her into your greedy hands."Now, now, not so fast." He laughs, "You seem to forget that you were actually trying to get her away from us when we caught you.""Only because we were afraid something like this would happen to us.""Look, don't get mad at me. I'm just the messenger," he warns, step