Return Of My Wolf

Chapter Eight

I wake up in a dark room. Rubbing my eyes, I take in the room before me. Its not Nate's, and its not the one at the pack house. So where am I?

I start to panic, as I realise I don't remember how I got here. The last thing I remember is curling up in a ball on Nate's bed and sobbing my heart out. Have I been kidn*pped? Thats the main thought running through my head.

Before I could dwell on it, a door opened and out came Asher in nothing but a towel.

Relief washed over me at the sight of him, as my heart started hammering in my chest, my insides started dancing and I bit my lip as I looked him up and down. He was purely beautiful. His body was well tones and defined, not too much muscle, but just enough. The v leading down to, or more pointing at his friend, was quite prominent. His chest had me wanting to run my hands up and down, to feel the softness of his skin under my fingers.

I made the mistake of looking at his face, to see him already looking at me. There was something in his eyes I couldn't quite figure out. I saw his lips twitch into a smile, and it was then that I realised I'd been caught checking him out. My cheeks burned as they reddened at my embarrassment, my throat suddenly became dry, so I reluctantly pulled my eyes away and threw myself back onto the bed with a huff. "What the f**k?" I mumble to myself, not expecting him to hear. I feel like I'm in a dream, but his chuckle confirms I'm not.

"As much as I love seeing you in my bed, I need you to go get ready." That voice, so deep and husky, send shivers through my body. I want to him to speak again, want to see if it could lull me to sleep like I believe it could. I'm lost in the thought of his voice as I feel his presence beside me. I look at him, only for him to smirk and raise his eyebrows in response before turning and walking away.

Get ready? Ready for what? I sit up in his bed, cross my legs as I wait for him to appear again, from what seems like his walk in closet. I have to know how I got here last night, why I ended up in his bed instead of my own and why I need to get ready.

He reappears dressed in a white tshirt and tight black jeans, both leaving nothing to the imagination. His hair is still damp from his shower as he runs a hand through it. My cheeks redden once again. Damn, I need to get a grip and stop staring. He walks to the edge of the bed and stands there, his blue eyes looking down into mine. We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, although it was probably only a minute or two. "I thought I told you to go get ready." The authority in his voice leaves me weak at the knees. He crosses his arms over his chest, the shirt clings to his muscles, clearly waiting for me to move.

I look at my lap, letting my black hair fall and cover my face as I play with my hands in my lap and bite my lip. Got to save myself some embarrassment.

Taking a deep breath in, I play with my fingers more as I breath out, "how did I get back and how am I in your room? The last thing I remember was being in Nate's room".

Without hesitation, he replies, in a flat tone, "you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you, so I gently brought you back. And you're in my room cos I thought you might need someone if you wake up, given yesterday was your brothers funeral". The last part comes out softer, as though he didn't want to upset me.

Thats when I remember his jumper, I start frantically looking around the bed, before leaping out, almost knocking into Asher as I look around his room, trying to spot the familiar jumper that gave me comfort last night.

"Looking for this?" Asher is holding the jumper out in front him for me to take, a sympathetic smile on his face. A small sigh of relief escape as I give him a little smile.

I walk over to him and take the jumper and mumble a soft thank you. I bring it to my nose and close my eyes, inhaling the familiar scent, feeling myself relax. "Now princess, go and get ready."

I crane my neck upwards to look at him, his eyes mesmerise me everytime I look at them. Clutching the jumper to my chest, I ask, "Why?"

He brings his right hand up and strokes my cheek with his thumb. His touch is warm and soothing, at the same time sends pulses of electricity through me. His tone, although still deep, is soft, "because, we are going to spend the day together".

Huh? We are what now? I don't know what to think, I know I feel safe with him, but still I don't really know him, we are in the middle of the woods after all. He could murder me, and no one would notice.

As if hearing the cogs in my head turning, he continues, "I know you have just buried your brother, and I'm truly sorry I wasn't there for you. I want to do this to show you that, and even though you don't have any biological family left, you are still apart of this family".

I can see the sincerity in his eyes and hear it in his words. My insides do a little dance at his words, and even though I never expected him to be there, I greatly appreciate his apology and the gesture.

"Okay, thank you, I appreciate it," I voice my thoughts, giving him a smile along with it. He returns the smile and points to the door. Oh yeah, I need to get ready. So with that, I turn and head back to my room.

I have a quick shower before dressing in a pair of black leggings, a thin strappy top with my brothers jumper over the top. I decide to put my black mid back length hair in a messy bun so it's out my way. I grab my black boots and head downstairs.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Asher and Chad talking to one another, I can't hear what they are saying, but it seems tense. I clear my throat as not to intrude on them, they snap their heads to me, and both their features soften.

"Hey buttercup," Chad greets with a grin.

"Hey Chad", I reply, matching his grin, with a smile of my own. I walk up to them both and wrap my arms around Chad's waist, "thank you, for yesterday". It takes him a moment to process what is happening, before he wraps his arms around my shoulders and telling me it's okay.

We pull apart and I turn my attention towards Asher, who has an angry expression on his face that reaches his eyes. If possible, they are even darker than the usual dark blue, almost black. He isn't looking at me, he's looking at Chad. And let me say, if looks could kill, then Chad wouldn't be standing anymore.

I gently place my left hand on Asher's arm to redirect his attention to me, sparks start shooting through my body at the moment our skin connects. "Asher", I softly speak, not wanting to startle him. His eyes lock with mine and they return to the usual ocean like colour in an instant. His body relaxes under my touch and his face softens slightly, as I simultaneously let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding, relieved that some of the tension in the air has eased.

Chad took this opportunity to excuse himself, leaving Asher and I in a slightly uncomfortable silence. I bite my lip thinking about what to say, but he beats me to it. "So, are you ready?" The anger in his voice has me wanting to back out, but the slight sadness I also heard has me nodding my head weakly at him.

A small smile forms on his lips as he grabs my hand and pulls me along with him. His hand is warm and big, it completely covers my little one, his grasp is gentle as we make our way out the door. A smile graces my face as I can feel the electric sparks start up again, along with the tingles and dancing in my stomach. Heck, throughout my whole body.

He stops at the top of the steps, and without turning to me or even looking at me, he grits out, "Good, we need to talk."