Red (VonRouge Book 1) by Jacqueline Noir

Author:Jacqueline Noir [Noir, Jacqueline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MaE
Published: 2015-05-09T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

The rest of the week takes an odd turn. My wolf no longer appears in my dreams. My head hurts trying to think of what changed.

Why did he stop coming?

Better question: shouldn’t I be happy that these dreams have stopped? Yeah, I should, but my body seems to be on overdrive without my “sessions” to help bring me release. My pathetic attempts at doing it myself only leave me needing more. My body acts like it is still going through changes. Every inch of skin burns like it is too tight and my lungs ache, as if I’m never getting enough air.

Sitting on the windowsill in my room, I try to draw to pass the time.

I still have no answers as to what’s actually happening to me, but after a lot of thinking over these last few days, I’ve come to the following conclusions:

That guy is real. My brain didn’t create him. Not only that, but he’s really a . . . a . . . I take a deep breath and finally force myself to admit it.

He’s a werewolf.

With that being the case it brings me to the next conclusion: he definitely bit me, and his bite is the reason all of this happening. If everything I’ve read is true, then it would mean that I’m probably turning into a . . . a . . .

My mind won’t allow itself to go there.

Some conclusions are too big, too scary, for me to jump to. That one right there is too much. It’s the type of conclusion one should box away to never see the light of day again, only bringing it out when absolute proof leaves you with no choice but to accept it.

Just like you lied to yourself about that guy at first, my mind reminds me.

I look out into the forest and wonder where my wolf is.

Yes, I have illogically moved to the point of calling him “mine”. I can’t control it. It’s a strange thing, like there’s some kind of bond connecting me to him on every level—physically, mentally. I don’t know where he is, but I can sense him out there.

After the second day passed, and he hadn’t shown up again, my first thought was to be worried something had happened to him. An odd panic flared up, but it quickly vanished, like my body was smothering that idea. A feeling deep within told me he was alright; that he was safe. The reassurance felt like a double-edged sword; my mind questioned where he was. Did he decide to leave me alone and go find another girl to bite?

Another girl’s skin to mark.

Another girl to touch, kiss . . . lick.

The pencil in my hand snaps in half.

Skin hot, I pant, a weird rumble building in the pit of my chest, aggression building and building inside me . . . just like it did the first time the thought occurred to me.

Obviously, that’s when I began illogically thinking of that man—beast—as mine.

My mind continues to battle with my heart over what I’m experiencing.

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