“He’s not dead,” someone spoke. I couldn’t quite put my finger on the voice.
“So his body didn’t reject it?” Another asked, her voice was fine but mature.
“I don’t know, we don’t know much but we can keep him under surveillance.”
“And the girl?” She asked quietly
“Compelled to forget.” He replied.
My eyes flew open and I asked, “Where is she?”
Eureka and Devon came to my bedside, worried looks, and thankfulness in their eyes. Devon had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days and so did Eureka. Her form was falling from her bones almost like a sack of flesh ready to become a pile.
“How are you feeling?” Devon asked as he helps to set me up in the bed while Eureka tucked a pillow under my back so I could sit upright.
I completely ignored the question and asked my own, “How long have I been out?”
They were silent as they shared a private communication with their eyes and I questioned them again. “How long? Two days? A week?”
“Three weeks and six days,” Eureka whispered but I heard her.
I tried getting up, I wasn’t gonna sit here any longer and that’s when I took in my surroundings. Dark wood floor and cabin-like walls. Where the hell was I? When my socked feet hit the floor, I almost stumbled and pain so dominating filled my gut. I looked down only to feel stomach drop. A thick band of bandages wrapped around my stomach and red spot.
“You’ve been shot,” Devon informed me, I won’t make you sit in bed all day but you need to take it easy and rest. “We’ve gotta go take care of some stuff.” I nodded.
Eureka and Devon kissed my hair and left. I took my time getting up but in the process fell. My limbs were weak and my muscles couldn’t hold me up. I felt helpless. I managed to crawl to the door and grab hold of it and slowly, I pulled myself up. My legs shaking with the pressure my body exerted on my feet. I had just shifted and finally when I thought I’d be okay and fit in, be a part of the pack I’ve become even weaker, a sack of flesh and bones.
I was frustrated, I wasn’t in a lot of pain but I can’t quite seem to remember the events of three weeks ago. I hadn’t an idea of how I got shot or anything and made me upset. Slowly, it came back, how I almost killed a human that was anything but innocent, how I got shot, Carter and then my mother. I held my head down trying to remember what exactly happened then.
It couldn’t have been my mom; she was gone. Or could it? I touched the place where my necklace would have been and I immediately felt sad, depressed, angry. Drops pelted down and I was unsure of where it came. Suddenly, a sob escaped my lips and I realized that I was the one who was crying.
So much of it.
The last teardrop fell like a brown leaf falling from a withered tree. The heaviness in my chest was excruciating. My hands and legs drooped feebly, almost uncontrollably, like a soggy wet rag. My lungs screamed for air, and I felt as if I was being squeezed. Similarly how I had seen my mother do to the wet laundry. I wiped my teary eyes and roared.
My beast was crying out from the depths of my soul. And when I became silent, before I was Reece. He looked down at me, emotions fillings his eyes and that feeling, that force from the night I changed resurfaced. The pull wasn’t as strong but it was there.
The scent was also different, a mixture of clary sage and pine-needles laced the air in his fragrance and weirdly, when my eyes met his, my heart throbbed insanely in my chest cavity. My wolf scratching and clawing at the back of my mind.
He reached out to help me stand and when his hands touched my skin, I felt a jolt of energy as the air was charged with dangerous sexual electricity.
“Do you feel that?” He stared at me intently, asking me a question that I didn’t know how to respond to.
At that moment, I just wanted to be closer to Reece. The way his amber brown eyes scanned my body, left trails of heat wherever he looked. The heat, the want radiating from his body onto mine was intense and my beast groaned in affection for him. I was scared and confused; I could feel my heart and mind racing to comprehend what was happening to me. I nodded.
He gripped my hips and pulled me closer and I inspected every inch of his face, his jawline, his lightly freckled pale cheekbones, his blonde wavy and his thin lips that he bit lightly as he looked at me. I breathed in deeply in anticipation of his next move.
“Sam, are you okay?!” Jacob barged in a look of horror was her over him and he watched me in Reece’s arm. That night, the insatiable desire grew as soon as he walked in. He was shirtless and his hair messy. Sweat. His sweat. It rolled down his body in perfect drops down to the waist of his jeans that hung dangerously low on his hips, showing his perfectly sculpted, toned abs and his ‘v’ line.
He clenched his jaw and slowly I watched and his eyes changed from their beautiful blue to a darker blue hue. His inwardly slanting eyebrows were squeezed together, chin raised and his lips pressed together, frowning. Oddly, I felt the flames of his anger and suddenly I too was invested in his intense gaze. I felt as if I was betraying him while in Reece’s arm. I was confused.
“What are you doing here?” He interrogated the hazel-eyed boy that held me close.
“What’s it to you?” Reece answered with a question of his own. I felt his chest vibrate into my body and my heart sped up as he spoke. I would have much liked to move away from Reece but I couldn’t quite stand on my own and his grip on my hips were firm; he tightened them and I saw Jacob’s eyes follow the quick but almost invisible action. There was something about the two I couldn’t resist. I didn’t want to let him go but I didn’t want to hurt Jacob either. I was torn between the two.
“Let go of her,” Jacob demanded, he hadn’t asked for his permission and slowly I felt my core heat up with passion and need. Oddly, I was excited. Jacob wasn’t just demanding, I heard quite clearly the ‘or else’ even though it wasn’t said out aloud. His words and tone were infused with threats and peril. He clenched his fist so much that his knuckles grew lighter than the rest of his skin. The rest of him, I imagined how I would trace every single part of his chest and my breathing quickened and so did my heart.
I looked up at Reece who had tensed eyebrows, squinted eyes, and fierce gaze. Their masculinity was cosmic and intoxicating but intriguing and sweet. The longer it went on, the more aroused I became. My bra-covered breast confirmed how I felt as my nipples became hard. I was filled with so much desire that even I could smell my arousal and as soon as I did, their eyes flickered toward me with hunger, need, want. I couldn’t help but think that maybe they smelt it too...
To be continued...