Mask Encounters

This “Greyson” wouldn’t even show me his face, so it’s not like I expected him to enter his real name in. I lowered my head and was deep in thought when the man suddenly picked me up. I thought that he was going to do something ho rrific to me again, so I struggled desperately. Instead, he put me back on the bed, pulled up the quilt, and covered me with it. Then, he leaned over and said, “Have a good sleep. Don’t wait for Roman. He won’t come back.” I didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean?” He didn’t respond, just left quickly as if he had something urgent to deal with. As I watched him leave, I wished I could pounce on him and tear him apart. But I was so tired and weak that I couldn’t wait to fall asleep. I wished I had the stamina that someone like “Greyson” had. Even after all he put me through, thanks to his wolf nature, he didn’t even appear tired.

Meanwhile, my weak human body was nothing but a betrayal on all fronts. Still, I forced myself to go sit on the sofa an