Mated to the Night Wolf
Vale hurriedly asked in a low tone, leaning forward slightly, as the last slave left the pump and headed to the bath house, "You looked like you had seen a ghost."
I didn't reply, numbly turning back to the pump. pumping more water into the bucket, remaining tight lipped. My heart beat rapidly within me, hands stiff as a board I kept on pumping, trying to bury the growing panic beneath me whilst blurring the visions of yesterday.
Ever since the events of last night my mind, body and I was sure, my very self seemed to be stuck in a loop of fear. Fear that took hold of my very being.
I had looked into the Night Wolfs eyes. And I couldn't sense a soul. I don't know how but it was just darkness