What did you do?

Faye's Point of View.

My hands are tied with Damion using leaves. My eyes are still blurry and I'm having a severe headache. I couldn't open it, all I feel is a weakened body. Why? What happened to me?

Then I just remember. When Damion was still unconscious, how come I don't feel anything when we couldn't wake him up?

"It's because you are the one who caused him that pain."

Who's that? Someone heard me when I'm speaking in my head?

"You're not speaking in your head, this is your subconscious, and I am your wolf."

M-my wolf? My god. I could speak with my wolf using thoughts.

"Oh please, stop making me roll my eyes again. Yes, you could! This is your subconscious, you idiot."

Now, I'm the one who's rolling my eyes. My wolf is part of my personality, so it means we are one. But how come she angers me when she speaks?

"It's just simple to answer. It's because you hate yourself. Ugh, I'm not here to answer your stupidity, okay? I'm here to tell you to watch your mate. This is the first time you meet him, but I will guide you. You wondered why you collapse a little later after Damion was bed-ridden for a week? It's because this is not related to that. You collapse because he did. Now that he's the one who causes your pain, you will feel it twofold."

I wanted to respond to my wolf. I wanted to know more about mates and how I could avoid all the accidents that may occur. But she left, and I woke up.

Damion is the first one to welcome me when I woke up. His eyes are all tears. As I was watching him check up on my body, I could see through his eyes how painful he was feeling. But why?

Suddenly, he hugged me. It's so tight that I couldn't breathe well. I didn't have enough time to focus my thoughts on my breathing because what he says next broke my heart.

"I should be punished with a death sentence. You don't deserve this pain."

I felt his tears continuously flowing. It left a mark on my shoulder. He then started to sob, so I think I have to speak.

"H-Hey, I'm fine. Don't be silly, Damion. This is not so you," I said, hoping it was enough to calm him down.

He didn't speak. He just holds me tight, securely, around his arms that have bulk muscles. Damn, it felt so hard when I touched it! I suddenly want to know his workout routine-jeez my thoughts and ideas are so out of the blue.

To stop him from crying, I pushed him hard, enough to lie him down on the ground and feel the torturing pain in his butt due to the impact of the floor on it.

Well, I successfully did it. I can see the pain on his face.

While I was struggling to hide laughing, I asked, "Are you okay?"

It's weird to ask that question when I'm the one who caused it.

The tears that were falling from his eyes just went dry. From miserable, he now looks so fierce- ready to hurt anyone.

"Yes," he answered, awkwardly. This time, I couldn't help but laugh my ass out, not even bothering his presence or his reaction when he see me laughing. Damion was just looking at me with no reaction, crossed arms, and messy clothes. I find him... cute.

That thought stop me from laughing.

He turned his body away and was about to leave, but I stopped him by holding his hand. Jeez... it's so cold.

"Where are you going?"

"Home."

"H-Home? You'll be a whistle-blower? But... you might die if I get killed. You know the rules, right? Once you told them I'm still alive, roaming and where am I hiding, they would kill me. You know that it could cost your life if I die," I responded. He couldn't respond too soon. He is still cold as ice, what's happening to him?

Damion threw my hands, and slowly looked at me.

"Worried for yourself. You're so pale and weak. Get some rest and fought with me when you're ready," he says and turned away again. I didn't have the chance to stop him, so I just let him go. Psh. I'm still too weak to follow Damion and stopped him from going away.

When he opened the door, Dad and Mom went in. Dad rushed to me, and Mom stopped Damion.

"You're awake! Lowell! Fatima! Come here!" Dad Jacob yelled. He was the happiest. It looks funny, but I love Dad. He's always transparent. Mom isn't as showy as my father, but right now, I could see a fierce Lucy having a cold aura that was about to hot-seat Damion. Even worse, she might torture him. Mom looked kind, but she's actually fearless.

She strangled Damion. Fuck, mom! What are you doing?!

I felt it too.

"M-Mom..." I managed to utter. Dad felt it, so he stopped Mom. Oh, finally, some air.

Mom was breathing continuously after stopping herself from hurting Damion. She couldn't get her eyes off of him, but not speaking. Dad glared at him too, but instead of hurting, he just dragged Mom out of the room, leaving me no clue of what was happening.

Damion and I were left here again, alone in this very room. We've been stuck here! It feels like a year had passed and still no progress. We're stuck in a four-cornered room to feel each other's pain. It feels like a punishment. Did I do something wrong? First, the Moonstone. Now, the fucking idea of having a life mate? Damn.

"I'm sorry," Damion broke the silence. "They were worried sick."

"It's not your fault," I responded.

"I'm taking the blame nonconsciously."

"And you're letting them believe what they wanted?"

"Just stop talking to me."

My brows furrowed.

"You're the one who talked to me first, idiot! Now, you're asking me to stop talking? Jeez, you're sick."

I rolled my eyes and looked away. Looking at him makes me want to punch him. Damion is so weird.

"I think I should go now," says Damion after a few minutes.

While still not looking back at him, I responded, "I thought you don't want me to talk to you?"

He didn't answer and just look around the room to find a way out. It looks like the door is locked. But why? Who did that? Mom or Dad? Are they afraid Damion might escape?

"What's happening?" I asked.

I'm starting to feel like they were hiding something from me. What happened when I was sleeping? What did Damion do?

Although I find it hard to stand up, I tried. Even though it's not that firm, I still did stand up and reached for Damion's shoulder. I locked him in my gaze for a few minutes, trying to read his thoughts. I don't know how I do it, but that's my secret ability. Right now, I couldn't do it.

"What did you do?" I asked.

There's uncertainty to get an answer, but I have to step on the gas to know the answer. He responded to the gaze and energy I gave. It's unexpected that he has managed on giving me chills, an adrenaline rush, and so aroused at the same time. His single touch is enough to give me randomized emotions.

Slowly, he move his face closer to me. He stopped when were just an inches away.

"Do you really want to know?" he responded.

"Are you afraid?"

He laughed when I ask that. Then after a little while, he asked the same question.

"Are YOU afraid?"

I wanted to pay attention to him. However, that cold temperature of his body feels like transferring to me, and I started to get worried.

He's wolfing out, but why is he scared for me to see?