Return Of My Wolf

Chapter Three

The sound of our footsteps was all that pierced the quietness. I strained my eyes to look around, only a few lights were on.

It looked big and grand, that I can tell. I can see shadows of furniture in the foyer, doors leading to different rooms and the outline of frames on the wall.

We walk up the stairs and down a hallway in silence, until he stops at a door.

"Freshen up and rest. We will talk in the morning", he says as he opens up the door.

Entering the room, I mutter a quiet thank you before the door is closed and locked behind me. Of course, he's locked it. Now I'm a prisoner. A long drawn out sigh leaves my lips.

I don't turn on the lights, not prepared to have my eyes sting from the brightness. Instead, I let them adjust to the darkness.

I take in the features of the room, its quite bare from what I can tell. However, there is a four poster bed, situated in the centre of the room against the wall. I mentally whoop, I've always wanted a four poster when I was a little girl. Though I highly doubt its a princess style one. There's a few other pieces of furniture, like a wardrobe and chest of drawers. A notice a door opposite the bed, I hope its a bathroom.

I slowly open the door, scared of what could be on the other side. You never know, there could be wolf waiting to rip my throat out. I'm relieved when I do indeed, find a bathroom.

I turn the light on and gape in awe at how stunning it is, and how big. Everything is white, it looks so clean, new even, making me not want to touch anything in case I stain it.

I walk over to the mirror, placing my hands on the sink, its cold to touch, but soothes me at the same time. I take a few slow deep breaths as I'm preparing to look into the mirror and see the state that I'm in. Judging from the blood and scratches on my hands and arms, its not going to be pretty.

I slowly raise my head and lift my eyes to see the reflection staring back at me. Just as expected, there's dried blood and dirt covering my face, scratches mark my skin, leaves and twigs in my obviously matted black hair. My eyes are dark and red from crying as well as the twigs I ran into. I see fear, the fear that they held once before. And that scares me.

I look away, unable to stare at the face before me any longer. I start the shower and watch the steam fill the room. I strip out of my clothes, and observe the state of them, beyond repair. I let out a huff of annoyance, even though I know its my fault. I step under the running water and let the hot drips cascade down my body. I flinch as they burn my skin and my still fresh cuts. Tears stream down my face and I slide down to a sitting position in the shower, water continuing to cleanse me.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, I don't even know what the time is. I finally get out, grab the pure white towel from the hook and wrap it around my sore body. Making my way towards the chest of drawers, I'm relieved when I find a set of pyjamas, a simple top and short set, just what I like. I think about climbing into bed and being consumed by sleep, but I don't feel like sleeping regardless of how tired I feel.

I head over to the window that I failed to notice at first, and sit on the ledge. I stare out at the woods, amazed by the reflection the moon casts across the tops of the trees. It looks almost like a ripple pattern. I lean my head against the cold window pane, and let the coldness soothe the cut on my forehead.

The tears just start tumbling out and I don't try to stop them, just let them come.

I don't know how long I stayed that way but I must have fallen asleep at some point as I'm woken by a throat being cleared and prodding on my arm.

I slowly open my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the light and come face to face with a man. He's not the same one as last night, he's younger but equally as handsome. Dirty blonde hair styled to one side, slightly tanned skin and piercing green eyes, like a meadow on a summers day, have me staring at him.

"Like what you see?" A deep voice speaks, with a hint if amusement on his lips and an arched eyebrow.

I quickly looked away, muttering a sorry as I felt heat on my cheeks.

A low chuckle escaped his lips as I heard him move, and what sounded like the crumple of fabric. I turned around and just as expected, he was sat on the bed.

I bit my lip, contemplating what to say before an awkward silence fell upon us. I hate those moments, the uncomfortableness that would flood in. I breathe out a shaky breath and look him in the eyes, "what do you want?" I asked trying to sound confident, although my voice was strained and hardly audible.

A smirk plastered his face, "I'm just her to make sure you're alright, that you haven't done anything stupid".

"Like what? What could I possibly do when I'm locked in a room?" A huff of annoyance left me as I spoke.

He chuckled again, "I'm Chad, and you are?"

"Why do you care?" I questioned him with harshness clear in my voice.

At this he raised his eyebrow and smirked, "fine, don't tell me. I'll just call you buttercup instead then".

He stared at me, waiting for an answer, but before I could respond he continued, "come on, time for breakfast".

"But, I'm not hungry", I stated.

"Well, that's a shame buttercup, but Alpha is waiting for us, and he doesn't like to be kept waiting. So if I were you, I'd get moving."

I sighed, and started to move as I highly doubt that this is an argument I was going to win. He held out his arm for me to take the lead, as he gently closed the door behind us.

Thoughts swirling my mind as we walked. What have I gotten myself into?