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Dad stood up and pointed to the door. “Out. Tonight, Zane.”
“Yes, sir. Of course.”
He turned to me and gave a tiny wave, like we weren’t being separated by my very angry parents.
“See you tomorrow?” he whispered.
I nodded, still mortified.
Then my mom added, “And take your shoes, your charger, your hoodie, and whatever else you’ve secretly moved in here.”
Zane blinked. “You knew about all of that?”
Mom smiled. “I’m a mom. I know everything.”
He shuffled out with his stuff in his arms like a homeless boyfriend, offering my parents a final “Goodnight!” as he vanished down the hall.
The moment he was gone, I collapsed back onto my bed, groaning into my pillow.
“You good?” Dad asked on his way out.
“No.”
“Next time, just ask if he can stay over.”
I peeked up, hopeful. “You’d say yes?”
“No,” he said. “But at least you won’t have to panic like that.”
He shut the door, and I was left alone with my shame and the faint scent of Zane’s cologne still lingering on my blanket. I pulled it closer, huffing.
The night had started out so perfect.
And turned into a disaster I would never be able to flush from my memory.
Amongst the kissing, the romance, and getting to sleep curled. up against my boyfriend and mate every night, we’d almost forgotten the reason we started doing it in the first place.
I’d disappeared in the middle of the night once, and woke up in a forest.
Tonight, soon after Zane left, the same thing seemed to have happened to me.
I woke up naked again, blades of grass poking my side, the morning sun filtering through the high canopies and disturbing. my slumber.
My eyebrows pulled together, the ache in my head pulling met out of my sleep.
I groaned softly, before sitting up, looking around.
Not again. No, no, no, no, no. The trauma from the previous. time hadn’t even healed yet.
The forest didn’t smell like plants and mud. The stench of blood. was sharp in the air, instantly sending my heart into a panicked. frenzy.
I stood up slowly, legs shaking beneath me, my body covering with goosebumps.
Zane had barely saved me from the boar last time.
What was it this time?
I wiped the sweat from my upperlip, my breath catching in my throat when my gaze fell upon my hand.
My palm was red.
That wasn’t sweat on my face.
It was blood.
Gasping, I turned around to run, only to trip over a log.
But my face landed right beside someone else’s, their open, hollow eyes staring back at me.
A scream tore from my lungs, and I shuffled back, my head spinning.
There was a dead body. A dead body right in front of me on the forest floor, torn to pieces by a wild animal.
Or… maybe not a wild animal.
Maybe… it had been me.
-LIA’S POV-
My heart knocked at my ribs, and I shuffled away until my back was against a tree. The world blurred and spun, my breath coming in difficult gasps, hands shaking uncontrollably.
I couldn’t have done this. No. I wasn’t capable of something like that.
I closed my eyes shut, trying to steady my breathing.
Everything was going to be fine. Everything would be alright.
I’d gotten through a lot in these last few months.
This was the same. It would be over soon.
“Zane,” I whispered, my voice breaking, “Find me. Please.”
I took a large gulp of air, but the stench of blood filled my nostrils. I retched, turning my face to the side, before emptying my guts onto the ground. Coughs shook me, and I stood up, my vision blurred with tears.
My mind numbed when I glanced at the mess I’d created.
The vomit was red too.
I covered my mouth. “No… no, it can’t be.”
The ground tilted. Or maybe it was me.
I stumbled back against the tree, my palms scraping against the bark. My chest heaved up and down, each breath harder than the last. It felt like time had slowed down, like it was mocking me for being a murderer, a… monster. Everything was falling apart. I’d never felt worse. I’d never been in a tougher situation. And I was completely alone.
A sound caught my ear. I flinched, huddling into a tree, my heart racing even quicker and louder.
Another sound followed, and I realised it was actually a voice. There was someone here. If I was found like this, I’d be jailed for homicide. Maybe sent to a mental assylum for being a sociopath.
Maybe that was what I deserved.
“Lia?”
The voice cut through the fog in my head. Sharp. Familiar. But it was not the one I wanted to hear.
Footsteps thundered toward me. “Don’t move, it’s just me.”
Pushing through the branches, Blake stepped, a look of deep concern on his face. His eyes travelled down my body, and I quickly moved behind the tree to hide myself from him. More tears rolled down my cheeks as he stared at me, then glanced at the dead person on the floor.
The look he gave me said it all.
He believed I had done it.
And maybe he was right.
He took a step towards me, and I flinched. “Don’t!” I screamed. “Sta-sta-stay away from me!” I’d never stuttered harder before. I’d never panicked more in my entire life. Everything was shaking.
“Hey,” Blake said softly, raising his hands in surrender. “Relax, Lia. It’s gonna be fine.”
“Stay away,” I warned, my voice trembling.
“I can’t leave you out here. We need to go. Wild animals will find this body soon. We don’t wanna be here when that happens, okay? Let’s go. Come with me,” he tried to reason.
But I coudn’t see sense. I couldn’t decide whether to trust him. He’d saved my life a day back, but he’d also tried to force himself onto me. I couldn’t go with him. Not like this, not when I was naked.
“Zane,” I said. “Call-call Zane.”
“Lia,” Blake stepped forward, “I promise you that I will. I don’t have my phone on me right now. I know you probably don’t believe me, but you can come check. I was just out on a walk, trying to heal. Being close to nature helps werewolves. You can ask Zane later on. But you have to go home with me.”
I shook my head. “I don’t trust you, Blake.”
He lowered his gaze, guilt contorting his features. “I know. And you have every reason not to. But I swear to the Goddess, Lia, I won’t hurt you mistake that or try anything today. I promise. I made a mistake that day. I won’t repeat it.”
I sniffed, feeling nauseated again. My eyes flew to the dead body, and I retched loudly, watching as a few flies buzzed around it. Another vomit tore through me, this one even more bitter than the previous. Blake rushed to my side now, and held back my hair, rubbing my back.
“Don’t-” I wanted to tell him to stop touching me, but a retch cut me off again. Once I let everything out, I pushed him away, tears leaving my eyes. “Please,” I begged, shaking with sobs. “I need Zane. Please, Blake. Get me Zane.”