Chapter 12
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Emily Rose POV.
I sat down on the bed. The white wolf was staring at me with angry chocolate brown eyes, but I also saw relief and a glimmer of happiness. I wiped my wet cheeks with a heavy sigh because I had been crying during my visit to Brion's mind. Matt's black wolf slept peacefully on the carpet, half in my bedroom, half in the hall.
It was extremely stupid, said an angry, familiar voice in my head. I turned to face the white wolf, who was still staring at me with the same expression.
"H-how," I stammered, my breathing laboured. I wasn't sure if I'd gone insane as a result of everything that was going on.
I can talk to you, he said casually. I almost rolled out of bed.
Is he dead serious?
"Y-you a-a-are in my head?" I stammered, confused, and scared all at once.
He gave a nod. The bloodthirsty wolf nodded! This is not possible!
I couldn't move and just stared at him. Of course, he was stunning, but how was that possible?!
You scared him too much, he continued, ignoring my mental state.
"Stop it!!" I screamed.
Matt raised his head and looked us in the eyes. He entered the room after noticing my distress. Their eyes were clouded once more, and their expressions changed several times before the white wolf finally backed away from me and exited the room.
"Thank you," I muttered, but the black beast simply turned around and walked away.
I was nearing the end. I couldn't take it any longer. I fulfilled Matt's request by convincing Brion to transform into a wolf. It was a dreadful experience. I was still dizzy from the events that had occurred and that he had orchestrated.
Of course, it worked. He was close to his brother, but why did I have to die?
I could feel it. It was so genuine. Brion's grief, despair, and agony were all palpable to me. My death had devastated him.
How did Matt find out? Why was Brion so disoriented when I died?
I leapt out of bed and dragged myself into the bathroom. I desperately needed a long, hot shower.
Brion's wolf, however, returned into my bedroom before I could close the door.
My heart was pounding. I clenched my fists and tried desperately to hold his gaze, but I couldn't. He was far more powerful than I. And he was most likely still angry.
~I have to leave, I told myself, because my pack requires me. We'll return when Brion awakens.
I looked at him, perplexed. He had complete control over Brion's mind. Was it typical?
"Is he OK?" I inquired, still unsure how I felt about conversing with a wolf.
He is unconscious, but he is recovering. He'll be fine in a couple of days, he assured me, his brown eyes piercing mine.
"You or he owe me nothing," I asserted, trying to sound confident. But the truth was that I wanted to see him, to see them again, even in his wolf form. He leaving my cabin broke my heart.
He moved in closer, nuzzling his head against my neck. I swear he was sniffing me, and I was trembling with excitement. To my surprise, I wasn't afraid of him; in fact, his actions turned me on.
We'll be back, he said again, licking my neck. I let out a small whimper.
I'm so screwed!
He then turned around and walked away. I paused for a few seconds before following him into the living room. They had vanished. The front door was open, and they were nowhere to be found. I looked out the kitchen window at the forest, and there he was, one last look at my cabin before disappearing into the woods.
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Klive Brion POV.
My entire body hurts. But not like that. My muscles were aching and I was exhausted, as if I had been awake for several days.
I, on the other hand, was not. My wolf was in charge, and I was unconscious. When I stayed in wolf form for longer than was healthy, it was always like this. Then I felt like scum.
I was in my room, but I couldn't see anything. I felt a light breeze on my skin, so the window was probably open. I could hear every word coming at me from the outside. My Beta and a few other warriors were practising on the training grounds, and my mother was conversing with someone I didn't know.
What! My Mom!? Here!?
I was able to open my eyelids, and tears welled up in my right eye. I just stared at the spider as it moved across the ceiling for a few minutes. I was completely exhausted. Then I noticed Rhett was unusually quiet. In my mind, he was just sitting in his usual spot.
How long had I been gone? While I waited for my limbs to cooperate, I asked him.
-It's been two days. Matt was in a panic, so he dialled Mom, who answered, not pleased with our brother's actions. He disliked calling our parents. We were both very proud of what we had accomplished, and we didn't want to come across as inept puppies.
I sat up with all of my remaining strength. The sensation was dreadful somewhere inside my body. My head was racing, my stomach hurt, and the wound in my chest burned slightly. It was healing, but it took a long time.
I looked down at my bare chest, which had ten stitches. Excellent work with the needle and thread. When I lightly touched the red skin where there had previously been a hole, a tingling appeared.
My lips curved into a small smile. I remember Emily furrowing her brows while she stitched me up. How focused she had been.
Where is she? I wondered, my heart pounding in my chest. I was overjoyed to see my lovely mate.
In my mind, Rhett stood up and looked at me with dismay in his eyes. He didn't answer my question.
Where is she? I asked again, but a strange feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I didn't like the way he was looking at me.
He finally replied, exasperatedly, "She's not here."
"You've left her in the cabin!?" Outraged, I yelled at him.
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