Nixon and I had arrived at his mansion almost two hours ago. Despite his promise to not take long with his meeting, it had already been a while.
The day hadn’t been wasted yet, so I was at least hoping it would start looking up later on.
Right after following Nixon to his room, he’d made me promise I would stay there until he came back.
So after waiting for half an hour, I’d gotten bored and started snooping around.
Just like it had been last time, the room was bare. There were hardly any of his belongings in the room.
After opening all of the drawers, I came upon a collection of classic books. One of my favorite books was in the pile, so I decided to snatch it, and read it while I waited for Nixon to come find me.
I was really engrossed in the book, reading up to chapter 10 without noticing time passing by. I took that as my cue to go down and tell Nixon I was going home. There was no point in sticking around if I couldn’t be with him. Hiding out in his room wasn’t as appealing as being in my apartment, working on some of my summer readings.
Just as I opened the door to his room, I heard a loud growl coming from downstairs. I found it strange that someone had shifted inside the house, but didn’t think anything of it.
It wasn’t until I came face to face with the beautiful midnight blue Wolf form of Nixon, that I knew something was wrong. He was standing in front of me, looking ready to attack at any given moment.
I took a step back into the room, leaving the door wide open for him to step through. I could’ve closed it, but if he wanted to walk in- the closed door wasn’t going to stop him.
He was walking slowly toward me, his stare burning deep into my soul.
I should’ve been scared. He was bigger than me, he was stronger than me, and he was in Wolf form. But I wasn’t scared. There was increasing tension created by having him so near me, looking dangerous and ready to kill.
His Wolf stared at me for a long time. I wanted to say something. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, nothing would come out. Finally, I gave up and just remained standing still, waiting for him to make the next move.
Some guys, who I’d seen earlier when we first arrived, came after Nixon. They were standing on the other side of the door, looking at Nixon cautiously.
One of them finally walked toward the room, and began closing the door. When I made an attempt to stop him, Nixon growled at me, and made me stay put.
As soon as the door was closed, I heard the guys walking away- leaving Nixon and me completely alone.
“I, I- what happened?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I cursed myself for stuttering when I started talking.
He of course, couldn’t reply. I couldn’t even mind link with him, because he wasn’t from my pack. I wasn’t even sure if he could mind link at all.
The Wolves from that place where he came from, so far seemed the same as the ones from here, but I wasn’t too sure.
It was minutes after I’d asked the question, when Nixon shifted in front of me. His naked form made me turn away from him, and face the opposite wall. I heard him shuffling around, probably looking for some clothes.
“I know,” was all he said.
I didn’t turn back to face him, because I could still here him putting on clothes.
“What do you know?”
“Were you planning to tell me?” Nixon asked, his voice sounding bitter.
“Huh? I might get a clue on what you’re talking about if you tell me what’s going on,” I replied.
“Don’t mock me.” He sounded deadly serious, almost threatening.
I finally turned to look at him. When I did, I wished I hadn’t. He was looking at me with so much hate, so much anger- it broke my heart that all that was directed at me.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, my voice coming out softer than before.
“You were planning to marry that bastard. So what, was I just a plan to get in The Island again and attack us? Did Craven put you up to this?” Nixon asked me, walking closer and roughly taking my shoulders in his hands.
“Are you serious right now?” I shrugged off from his hold, only to find his fingers digging into my skin as I tried pushing him away.