couldn’t I remember?
“ Don’t worry,” he said misreading my expression, “we’ll stop them.”
“ Them?”
He reached for my hand which had gone strangely numb. “You must have been attacked,” he began very softly. I leaned forward to catch his words. “By werewolves.”
“ Werewolves?” I asked loudly. I jumped back a little, surprised by his assessment. “Werewolves,” I whispered more to myself than to him.
“ Did they kill your family?” He seemed genuinely concerned.
My thoughts jumbled around in my head, refusing to be straightened out. His words were making it harder to concentrate. I shuddered at the thought of the black wolf from my dream. The man just watched the emotions displayed across my face.
Considering the state my memory was in and the helplessness of my situation, I quickly decided it was best to let this man fabricate my truth for me. I would go along with what he said for now, just let him fill in the empty gaps of my memory.
“ It was awful,” I repeated in a shaky voice. “I just remember a black wolf. It jumped on her. And there was blood.” My voice faltered and stopped. The details from my dream made me shudder again.
He pulled me against his chest and held me tightly. I tried to remember something, anything that would give me a clue where I was. It seemed all wrong, but I didn’t know why.
I let myself relax in my stranger’s arms. The angel’s face flashed through my mind and I closed my eyes. Maybe it wasn’t a dream. Maybe I really was attacked by wolves. Certainly not werewolves, they weren’t real, were they?
Was I alone?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“ Yeah.”
“ There were no….” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words out loud but he understood.
“ No, you were there by yourself. And there are no other houses for miles.”
“ But I saw a house. A small house made of wood.”
“ It was probably my house that you saw.”
“ Oh.”
After a few minutes he pushed me gently from him and got off the bed. “Are you hungry?”
“ What time is it?” I thought it was still in the night.
“ It’s midmorning.” He gestured toward the small window. Sure enough, the sun was streaming into the small space.
“ I guess I am kind of hungry,” I admitted.
“ What do you like?”
“ I am not sure. Oatmeal?”
He gave me a blank look. “How about eggs?”
I smiled. “Sounds perfect.”
“ Ok, I’ll be right back. You just relax. We’ll talk after you eat.”
I nodded my head. Did I have a choice? He brought his face close to mine, searching for something. I stared back at him, barely allowing myself to breathe.
Chapter Eight
Our brief moment of silence was interrupted by the rumbling in my stomach. “When is the last time you ate something?”
“ I’m fine,” I quickly assured him. My stomach growled again, contradicting me.
He chuckled lightly. “I’ll go and fix you something now.” He pulled himself upright.
“ Wait, I…” Panic overpowered my senses. I didn’t want him to leave me alone.
“ What’s wrong?” He turned back to me, concern all over his dark features.
My breath caught in my throat. This man was beautiful. His eyes and hair were similar shades of dark brown. Every feature seemed carved by a master artist, they were so perfect. The kindness and concern I saw in him just added to his beauty.
I finally realized that I must have been staring like an idiot when he cleared his throat and gave me an amused wink. “I’ll go and get you some breakfast,” he said softly.
I just sat there smiling stupidly until it reached my thought process that he was leaving. I grabbed his arm so tightly that it forced him to sit back down on the bed. “I’ll go with you,” I said quickly.
His eyebrows crinkled slightly. “I can get it easily. You can stay here and rest.”
I looked down at the bed but I didn’t loosen my grip on his arm. He must have thought I was a complete idiot, but no way was I
“ Don’t worry,” he said misreading my expression, “we’ll stop them.”
“ Them?”
He reached for my hand which had gone strangely numb. “You must have been attacked,” he began very softly. I leaned forward to catch his words. “By werewolves.”
“ Werewolves?” I asked loudly. I jumped back a little, surprised by his assessment. “Werewolves,” I whispered more to myself than to him.
“ Did they kill your family?” He seemed genuinely concerned.
My thoughts jumbled around in my head, refusing to be straightened out. His words were making it harder to concentrate. I shuddered at the thought of the black wolf from my dream. The man just watched the emotions displayed across my face.
Considering the state my memory was in and the helplessness of my situation, I quickly decided it was best to let this man fabricate my truth for me. I would go along with what he said for now, just let him fill in the empty gaps of my memory.
“ It was awful,” I repeated in a shaky voice. “I just remember a black wolf. It jumped on her. And there was blood.” My voice faltered and stopped. The details from my dream made me shudder again.
He pulled me against his chest and held me tightly. I tried to remember something, anything that would give me a clue where I was. It seemed all wrong, but I didn’t know why.
I let myself relax in my stranger’s arms. The angel’s face flashed through my mind and I closed my eyes. Maybe it wasn’t a dream. Maybe I really was attacked by wolves. Certainly not werewolves, they weren’t real, were they?
Was I alone?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“ Yeah.”
“ There were no….” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words out loud but he understood.
“ No, you were there by yourself. And there are no other houses for miles.”
“ But I saw a house. A small house made of wood.”
“ It was probably my house that you saw.”
“ Oh.”
After a few minutes he pushed me gently from him and got off the bed. “Are you hungry?”
“ What time is it?” I thought it was still in the night.
“ It’s midmorning.” He gestured toward the small window. Sure enough, the sun was streaming into the small space.
“ I guess I am kind of hungry,” I admitted.
“ What do you like?”
“ I am not sure. Oatmeal?”
He gave me a blank look. “How about eggs?”
I smiled. “Sounds perfect.”
“ Ok, I’ll be right back. You just relax. We’ll talk after you eat.”
I nodded my head. Did I have a choice? He brought his face close to mine, searching for something. I stared back at him, barely allowing myself to breathe.
Chapter Eight
Our brief moment of silence was interrupted by the rumbling in my stomach. “When is the last time you ate something?”
“ I’m fine,” I quickly assured him. My stomach growled again, contradicting me.
He chuckled lightly. “I’ll go and fix you something now.” He pulled himself upright.
“ Wait, I…” Panic overpowered my senses. I didn’t want him to leave me alone.
“ What’s wrong?” He turned back to me, concern all over his dark features.
My breath caught in my throat. This man was beautiful. His eyes and hair were similar shades of dark brown. Every feature seemed carved by a master artist, they were so perfect. The kindness and concern I saw in him just added to his beauty.
I finally realized that I must have been staring like an idiot when he cleared his throat and gave me an amused wink. “I’ll go and get you some breakfast,” he said softly.
I just sat there smiling stupidly until it reached my thought process that he was leaving. I grabbed his arm so tightly that it forced him to sit back down on the bed. “I’ll go with you,” I said quickly.
His eyebrows crinkled slightly. “I can get it easily. You can stay here and rest.”
I looked down at the bed but I didn’t loosen my grip on his arm. He must have thought I was a complete idiot, but no way was I
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