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I jab my elbow into his stomach, and he surprisingly winces. “My name’s not Elora, so leave me the hell alone!”
“Fuck, you’re stronger than you look.” He encloses his hand around my neck, squeezing tightly. “That’s okay. We’ll just have to break the fight out of you.”
I open my mouth to scream, but he clamps his other hand down on it.
“Stop fighting, Elora,” he warns. “Or else, this will be worse.”
Why does he keep calling me Elora?
I lift my foot and kick him in the shin. He curses then squeezes my neck until I can’t breathe. My vision spots, unconsciousness threatening to take me under.
The guy in front of me grins as his claws snap out from his knuckles. Then he slashes them across my shirt, along with a layer of skin.
I gasp from the pain as I’m thrown to the ground. I attempt to push to my feet, but the big guy pins my wrists down above my head, while the blond guy undoes his belt.
Fear convulses through my body.
No, not this …
I’m going to die.
I want to die.
“Stop!” I shout as tears stream down my cheeks.
The big guy slaps his free hand over my mouth while the blond wolf laughs, his eyes flashing red as he climbs on top of me—
My eyelids spring open as I bolt upright in bed, my skin drenched with sweat. It takes me a moment to regain my bearings, to convince my mind I’m not in that alleyway anymore, being held down by evil werewolves.
“Bad dream?” Legend asks, startling the crap out of me. I forgot he said he was going to sleep over.
I pivot onto my side to face him. “I thought you would’ve left by now.”
He shakes his head, propping it up on his elbow. “I’ll leave when the sun rises.”
I glance out the window where the moon is an orb in the charcoal black sky. “But there’s only a few hours left of your last night here. Don’t you want to go out and do something fun? Like, go score some blood from one of those blood clubs? You must be thirsty by now. You haven’t drunk any blood in over a day.”
“I’m not thirsty,” he insists. “And I already did something fun. I went bar hopping with my best friend.”
I roll my eyes. “That was hardly fun. And you didn’t even get drunk.”
“I’m fine.” Worry creases his forehead. “Quit worrying about me.”
I heave an exhausted sigh. “Then you quit worrying about me.”
“I can’t. Not when I know they’re close to finding you.” He shifts his weight, sitting up in my bed and staring out the window. “I don’t think I can just leave you here now.”
I knew this was coming.
“You have to.” I sit up and scoot over beside him. “You can’t stay here and be miserable just because a couple of werewolves might be looking for me.”
“Might? Princess, they attacked a girl because they thought she was you.”
“And they attacked me because they thought I was some person named Elora, so maybe, if I somehow prove that I’m not, they’ll leave me alone.” I stare out the window at the starry night sky. I preferred nighttime over day until the day the werewolves attacked me. They didn’t shift due to the sunlight, but when they threatened to find me again, I feared the moon would be full when they came and they’d be in full wolf form.
Tonight could’ve been that night. And that night could be waiting for me in the future. I just wish I knew why they were after me and why they think my name is Elora. I know for sure it’s not. When the police found me, my first name and my age were the only things I could remember. Elle Laikyn, and I was eight. My name and age are the real things about me. So why do those stupid wolves think my name is Elora? I’ve never even heard that name before.
None of this matters right now. This is my problem, not Legend’s.
