By the time I drag myself to my first lecture, I’ve convinced myself of three things.One, whatever happened in the woods on Halloween night doesn’t matter anymore. Two, the bite mark on my neck is just a hickey that will fade the same way all hickies do. And three, I will never, ever touch August’s brownies again.My neck still tingles, though. Like a phantom reminder of a teeth being sunk into my neck. Somehow that sends a jolt of pleasure through my body.How odd. I'm beginning to enjoy being bitten now? I never would have taken myself for the type to enjoy a rough rider.Or...maybe the tingle in my neck is just a rash. Rashes kinda have that sweet feeling to them, you know?Yeah, that makes more sense. I'll go with the rash."It's very demeaning to tag our mates' mark as a rash, don't you think?" That voice in my head pokes up.I maybe going crazy, but my mind has never for once used a voice that wasn't mine, when I wasn't thinking in another person's voice on purpose.No, this
"Where the fuck did you run off to last night, Liv?!" August nearly screams as I push my way into the kitchen.I woke up this morning feeling sore in my muscles, especially the one between my legs. Kind of like I got aggressively fucked last night, and the sweet scent of honey is stuck to my skin.Well, that could be a probability because all I remember from last night was that my friends and I decided to give into a dare to stay out in the woods till after midnight.Not just any part of the woods, but the part that was marked out as forbidden from trespassing.There's an abandoned cabin out there that was burned down some twenty years ago, and it's believed that it's occupants died in the flames.A few weeks after that incident, a hunter who happened to be stuck in a storm out in that area took shelter in its ruined remains.He claimed that he was attacked by the ghosts of the cabins' occupants. A man with hair so long and skin so smooth, you won't tell it's a man until he spoke to y
"Mate."That next call is mine. I feel the vibrations in my chest. I feel the restlessness of a second consciousness inside me. I feel the strange urge to bite him. Like if I do, the restlessness in me will calm."Seven years..." He whispers as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, sniffing me in. "Seven years, I waited for you to come to me.""Mate," I call again and he pulls away from me slightly and touches my face. My skin tingles at the contact and I reach out touch him as he pulls away from me.It's like I'm trapped in a haze, because at this point, I want nothing more but to feel his warmth. It's crazy, but I can't explain it."Olivia," he whispers, as he tries to pull further away from me.But I don't listen. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I pull towards him still."Olivia," his voice is even softer, but he's stopped moving away from me. I run my fingers along his tattoos, tracing each intricate mark slowly. He takes in a breath as my fingers trace along his biceps and m
"What...the fuck?"You know that mode your body is sent into when you're in danger? The fight or flight? No...no, my body chooses to freeze. Right here, in the middle of the woods. Right here, in front of a steel cage that currently houses the biggest, most ethereal, black wolf I've ever seen in my life.Well, not that I've ever seen a wolf to begin with.At my voice, its head peaks up and I'm met with its golden eyes. There's something odd about it though. It looks like it understands my shock and is amused...in a human kind of way."Nope," I whisper. "I'm not about to be that horror movie character."Besides, I may be a little high, and I'm imagining things.With that, I manage to take a step back, then another, and then finally, I spin around and begin trying to retrace my steps back the way I came.However, before I'm even ten steps gone, there's this sickening sound that fills the woods. It's like the snapping of a million twigs. No, more like bones.I turn sharply back to the