Chapter Two: Who?

I'm gently place on the bed, as he walks around the room closing the blinds and curtains. He dims the lights and comes over and sits next to me on the bed. He gently rubs my back up and down and places a gentle kiss on the side of my head. 

      I lean into his embrace, as I ask him "where are we?", I can hear him take a long breathe before he responds. "Honey, we are at our cottage in the forest. My name is David, your husband of 8 years now. Your name is Maggie, your 29 years old. You have been undercover for a little over a year now, trying to find your sister who taken by werewolves."

     His words sit in my head, and I try to process what he just told me. I remember none of it. The names don't sound right, the age or the amount of time "we've" been married, or that I’d go undercover. Wait, did he just werewolves? Now, I know he is crazy. Werewolves don't exist. I don't know much, but that I'm positive of. Great I've taken by a crazy man, who tied me to a chair, told me fake names, back stories, and believes in werewolves. 

      I look his way and can see the sincerity in his eyes. He really believes everything he told me. His sincerity is being mixed with worriedness. He stands up and walks over to the tray that has food, water, a coffee cup, and some pills on it. He carries it over to me, and I place my back against the Head board and put my legs out in front of me as he places the tray on my lap. He kisses my forehead and walks around the bed and mirrors me on the other side of the bed. 

      David grabs a book from his side table, opens it up and starts reading. I pick up the pills and take them with the water. I eat the toast, and eggs, while sipping on the coffee. This coffee is good. I remember this. I remember him making the best coffee. It's so good, there was no need for cream or sugar. 

      The aching and pounding in my head is starting to subside, and that’s when the memories start flashing back. He is David. I look over at him, smile and say "your David, you are 32 years old, you tied me to that chair because I told you to. I had to come off what they put in our water source, to keep us compliant. You smell like lilies and the forest because those are the two scents that calms me. We have a patch of lilies out back that you tend to for me since I went undercover." 

      David smiles, as he closes his book and turns towards me. "There's my girl. I was worried I lost you." I smile, and then it dawns on me. He's not crazy. Werewolves are real. Memories are flooding through, and panic starts settling in. I know where my sister is. I also know that if I don't return soon, the entire pack will be out looking for blood to get me back.