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The werewolf’s disgusting tongue in my mouth.
The foul stench of his breath.
The unbearable heat of his body as he held me against the ground.
The bruising pain of his grip.
“You should be dead,” one of the werewolves whispers in my ear as he pulls my skirt up. “And you’re going to be once we’re finished with you.”
Tears spill from my eyes as my soul ruptures.
“First, we’re going to play.” He creeps his hand up my legs. “Then we’re going to kill you”
“Why?” I managed to choke out.
“Because your existence can’t be,” he whispered in my ear. “And this will kill him.”
I never did figure out whohewas. Maybe if I told Jules about what happened to me that day, he would know. Maybe he would know the werewolves who attacked me.
The idea of doing so, of telling Jules how broken I am … How can I when I can hardly even stand thinking about that day?
Moving away from the door, I strip my clothes off then climb into the shower, cranking the temperature up and letting the hot water momentarily burn away the painful memories.
CHAPTER14
Ispend way too long in the shower, but once I’m done, I have to face Jules, which means I may have to face another touching moment like on the balcony since he seems pretty adamant about touching me, and my body seems to agree with him.
Honestly, if we met—or I guess, reacquainted—over a year ago, I more than likely would’ve stayed on the balcony and tested the waters, letting him touch me. But a year ago and today are two entirely different lives—the life before the attack and this scared girl who barely exists after.
After all the hot water runs out, I drag my ass out of the shower and dry off. I pull on a pair of cut-off shorts, a black tank top, and tie a plaid shirt around my waist. Then I slip on a pair of knee-highs and lace-up boots, trace my eyes with a drop of kohl eyeliner, and put on some lip balm because my lips are dry as hell. I don’t bother doing anything with my hair, letting the wavy, damp strands air dry. By the time I emerge from the bathroom, I’m dreading facing Jules again.
Luckily, he’s not the creature sprawled across my now made bed.
Wait? Who made my bed?
“What’s with the frown, pretty, little wolf?” Legend remarks with his arms tucked behind his head.
“Pretty, little wolf?” I flop down on the foot of the bed. “Please tell me you aren’t going to start calling me that.”
“Okay, how about cute, tiny wolf?” He’s completely amused with himself.
“Nope.”
“Beautiful, tall, hairy creature?”
I giggle. “Better, but not quite.”
“Annoying, little shifter wolf?”
“Maybe.” I turn my head toward him. “Or, you can just call me what you’ve always called me because, despite my newfound identity, I’m still the same old Lake.”
“For now.” He sits up. “But eventually, you’ll change.”
“I doubt that.”
He proceeds with caution. “I don’t want to scare you, but you need to understand that just living in this realm will change you. Everything is different here. You’ll be surrounded by magic all the time. Not to mention the extra dangers.”
“I know all about the dangers,” I assure him, shutting my eyes.
