I allow Rogan to kiss me for just a split second, but when he tries to deepen it and put his tongue inside my mouth, my body starts feeling like it's burning up and I have to take a step back.I can’t do this. Not yet. "I'm going to the bathroom," I say and push him back with my hands before trying to walk away. River stops me, I repeat the same thing. Then Ginny, then Felicia. I tell them all the same, until I'm able to escape and reach a hallway. There's a lot of mirrors hanging on the walls, so I can't escape my own reflection, no matter which way I turn. I’m forced to deal with the truth: I kissed another guy. Well… technically, he kissed me, but still. I know it's fucked up, I know it's not right. I wouldn't want Rem to be in this situation. Even just imagining him here, allowing a girl to be all over him and then kiss him and joke about blowjobs? It brings my nausea back. I have to hold myself up with a hand against one of the mirrors and I focus on breathing in and
When we start getting closer to the heart of the pack, the guys stop walking and get in between two buildings to shift into their human form and get dressed. Then they come back out like nothing happened, looking way better than I would after a shift. Right now, I’m wearing a skimpy black dress with long sleeves to cover myself from the cold… but it’s so short, I’d show my ass to the whole pack if I bent over even the tiniest bit. I also did my makeup a little bit heavier than usual and I put all of my thick hair up in a tall ponytail. I think I look hot, but that’s my biased opinion. At this point, is undeniable that Rogan is into me, but it gets even worse when he decides to stick by my side as we walk looking for a nice spot. He can’t stop looking at me. My brother and the girls start teasing us and pushing us closer to each other as we walk, not giving a shit that I have a big mark right on my neck. And Rogan does not give a fuck either. But… why would they care? Why
"Did I hurt you too much?" I ask, moving my hands away from his face. Rogan shakes his head and does not move to shove me off. I don't move either, "Is your hairy ass okay?" "It'll be fine," he responds, gulping as he looks at me too. He's very into me, I think. I like that. If Remington didn't exist, I would make a move right now. Right this second. I would probably move my hips lower and try to make him hard or even move down to kiss him because I'm not exactly shy when it comes to men, but the thought of doing that makes me feel disgusted again. I sigh and get off him to go sit on the ground next to my brother. River moves to pull a cigarette out of his pack and extends it my way. I light it up for him and then burst out laughing when I look into his eyes and they're still red as hell. "You ruined my day. We'll start the wolf training tomorrow," he lets me know, after taking a long drag of his cigarette, "Then we'll move onto the fire training, that's more mental than
The next morning, I get ready and leave my tent at 6 AM, feeling surprisingly refreshed and excited for the new day. My brother is already waiting outside my tent looking well-rested. He puts a plastic cup right in my face. "For you, Ivy Doreen. Protein shake," he explains and I grab it, but that thing looks pink and smells ghoulish. Still, I take it to my mouth for a sip because I trust my brother... then I almost die. "What the fuck is in here?!" I cry in anguish, shaking my head and giving it back. It tastes like pure shit. I gag and shake my head, trying to get the taste out. "The organs of the deer we ate yesterday. I washed them real good and I kept them in ice as soon as I pulled them out of the deer, they're in perfect condition," he explains. "Organs? What the fucking shit," I gag again, shaking my head, "Why would you do this to me?" "It's a protein shake," he repeats, like that explains this assassination attempt. And he's drinking out of his own cup. His fucking b
This feels weird, I've never talked about my family before. I never even put an imaginary face to them, but I do now. I imagine my father as a tall, strong and bearded man, just like River. And my mother… as a gorgeous and a little cuckoo woman, just like me. I bet she was misunderstood too, they probably called her a witch for her prophetic gift. "How did we get separated, then?" I ask, "If you were eight and I was just a baby... why didn't they put both of us in the foster care system?" "Mom hid you in the backseat, then she kissed my forehead and left me there too," River says, sighing as he remembers. It sounds like it was very traumatic for him. So much, his memory is very fresh, "She shifted and tried to go help, but it was useless. They killed her too... then I left the car because I didn't want them to see you there. I wanted you to still have a little bit of a chance to survive. I thought they would kill me, I was ready for it, but they didn't. They saw me, a young boy, a
I'm still thinking about Rem like a dumbass when I look up and I see River walking away from the camp. That shifts my attention right away, so when I can no longer see him... I get up and follow him. I should ask Rita what's the deal with River and why the fuck do I feel so called to him. If my bond is alive, I should not feel this way. But I do. I have a physical need to be close to him. And just… hug him. Isn’t that weird? River walks through the trees for around five minutes and all I can do is follow him until he stops, only a few feet away from the lake. I stop too and try to stay quiet as he drops his big butt down, leaning his back against a three, and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pants. "Who's that?" he asks when he grabs a cigarette with his mouth, not really doing anything to look at me, just addressing that he knows I'm here, "I need alone time. Go away." I continue getting closer, making him sigh in annoyance until he sees it's me. He tries to get up imm