"Shh...," he said, and he opened my bra. "It can't be comfortable." Never taking his eyes off mine, he guided my arms out of the way, removing the sleeves from inside my shirt, encouraging me to throw the bra away. I slid my arms through the straps, and Vidário slowly reached underneath my shirt, grabbing the offensive article of clothing, pulling it, and throwing it to the ground. He watched me slide my arms back into the sleeves and pull my shirt down. "See? Like this is better," he said. And then he turned my body so that I was facing away from him. He pulled me back into his chest, wrapping one arm around my waist and rubbing my belly. "Calm your heart, Rary. it is beating a mile a minute. Take a deep breath." He was right. My anxiety was through the roof. I tried to take a deep breath. "That's right," Vidário said, kissing the back of my neck. "That's my girl." I couldn't believe how exhausted I was. I felt like I hadn't done anything more than sleep the day before, but eve

My eyes opened. I screamed and started kicking Vidário. Luckily, one of my kicks landed right on his face. Yet, I think I broke his nose. I pulled away from his hands and jumped out of the bed. I ran my hands through my hair and started walking around. Definitely, he hadn't won that battle. Damn it. I looked at Vidário. He was seated at the edge of the bed, leaning on his arms, and gave me a funny look. His eyes moved up and down my figure, and he licked his lips. I had forgotten that I was practically naked. I was basically naked! I quickly grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around myself, looking at Vidário. His smile only increased. He knows the whole situation could have been avoided if I had just opened my eyes. I snorted. "Oh, really?" I asked. "You'll never touch me again. Never. More." His eyes darkened, not entirely black but a darker green. He got up, and I took a step back. He saw me move away from him, looking scared, and he took a break. He closed his eyes

"Although I am really glad you are cautious around strange foods, I just need you to eat. I promise there's nothing wrong with the food, Rary." He took a bite of my muffin to test his argument, then placed it back on my plate. "Now, with that." Shivering, I got my fork and placed some eggs in my mouth. He nodded in approval and began filling his own plate. We sat in silence for a few minutes while I ate. I hadn't realized how hungry I was. Besides, I will need strength if I am going to escape from here. I would eat as much as I could. And the food was very good too. When I finally slowed down, I noticed that Vidário rubbed my leg and watched me while eating his own dish of food. I squirmed nervously, but I decided not to remove his hand. I could deal with him playing with me, as long as it didn't become too intimate. "A little more," Vidário said. I leaned back and shook my head, pushing my plate away. "If I eat more, I can explode." "Right. I forgot you can't eat as much as

The wolf approached me with slow steps, looking at me intensely. I stared back at him, trying to control my erratic breathing. He stopped right in front of my face and let out a puff of air. I faltered, and more tears ran down my face. Vidário whimpered, and his wet nose touched mine. Then his tongue ran up my cheek and moved to the other side to do the same. I noticed then that he was licking my tears—but I couldn't tell if he wanted to comfort me or if he was deciding whether he wanted to eat me. I hesitated again in disgust. I didn't want his saliva on my face. Vidário whimpered again and recoiled a little. I felt something tugging at my shirt and looked down to see Vidário pulling it with his teeth. "What?" I asked. He continued pulling my shirt, moving me slightly forward. I looked at him, confused. "What does he want?" I wasn't sure if he could understand me, but he shook his head, gesturing with his snout towards the bed and barking. "A bed?" I asked. He gestured with hi

I got one of the pillows and placed it between us, after I placed more pillows on top and around him. "What are you doing?" Vidário asked. "This is my side of the bed," I said, pointing out where I was sitting. I pointed to Vidário's side. "That's your side of the bed. You stay on your side, I stay on my side. Then I think I'll get that sorted out." "Do you think a wall of pillows will keep me away from you?" I nodded. "Well, if your touch didn't turn me into a puddle of melted goo, then we wouldn't have that problem!" I screamed. When I saw him trying to contain his laughter, I sighed. "Please, just stay on your side, OK?" He raised his hands in a surrendering signal. "As you want." "All good," I said. "OK, then you are a werewolf." Rary "OK, so you are a werewolf," Vidário raised an eyebrow. "Got that, didn't you?" I looked at him. "How?" I asked. "How what?" "How are you a werewolf?" He tilted back, thinking about it for a second. "Well, it is complicated. We're not sur