You were mine.

Never-ending turmoil.

I am in a constant battle with myself. Never-ending turmoil that was burning and eating me up from the inside.

What was I meant to feel? Am I allowed to feel? Noah was making this a lot harder than it was supposed to be. I wasn't comfortable with the idea of us marking because to mark one's mate meant eternal binding to one another, and I was aware of the mate pull that soon would drive us wild, but I didn't know Noah on a personal level. I didn't trust him with my heart yet, and that made my wolf angry.

I got out of bed begrudgingly so, Noah's scent was plastered on every inch of this bedroom. On his sheets, on the clothes, I was wearing on the curtains. Everything was too much for me to handle and before I could realize what I was doing I pushed the door open and stepped into the low light of the long corridor.

Everything about this palace looked absolutely regal, from the red carpet to the extravagant windows and I was most definitely lost. I couldn't identify where I was, how many rooms were in this castle, or even how many people were accommodated there. My feet however had a mind of their own and started taking a few uncertain steps as if someone was watching my every move, before completely breaking out into a brisk walk. I followed the carpet until there was a split, one path lead to a left corridor which was bustling with people and the other seemed quieter and reserved. I didn't like Noah's pack having the upper hand, it was them against me, and in a fight, I wouldn't stand a chance. Swiftly turning to the right I kept my pace slow and subtle not wanting anyone to be aware of my presence just yet. There were thousands of rooms adorning each free space of this hall but I kept moving. I didn't even make it past three doors before one opened and a hand shot out pulling me into the dark room