Unevolved

Chapter 6: Questions

I woke with a start in a warm bed. Not my bed, not the green, twin that I had woken up in earlier. This bed was much bigger and more vibrant. I was wrapped in golden sheets and a Maracana style comforter. The frame was a dark wood, along with most of the furniture in the large room. The walls were a deep maroon in the dim light that barely flowed from behind the drapes.

I sat up straight, the muscles in my back ached and my neck was stiff. Memories flooded back as mental pictures in my head. The pain, the voice, my wolf, Carsen, Ryker's Wolf, his fury, his power, Carsen's protection. It pinched at my heart with what happened in the cold dungeon. I looked at my hands and stretched my fingers, spreading them out then clenching them back into a fist. This was real. This was really real now. I was a wolf, a werewolf. I was lost in a daze when a door clicked open.

Carsen walked in with all his golden marvel, bringing his brown gaze to mine. He smiled crookedly, igniting something inside me. A blush surfaced across my face and I turned my head, breaking our connection. What was it with him? What was it with me?

I heard him chuckle and walk toward the bed. The mattress sunk in when he leaned against it. I played with the sheet, not looking up at him, not wanting to feel so much trust for someone I just met.

"How do you feel?" He asks.

"Umm, confused and, well, I don't know." I tried to explain.

"I see," Carsen analyzes, " do you remember much?" He asks.

"Um mm, some I guess." I can feel his stare, and my scalp prickled with anticipation.

"Give him a chance!" That voice from earlier whispered. "You promised." She whinned

I brought my hand to my temple. I couldn't quite pin point why it was there, or how to make it stop whimpering.

"Are you okay?" Carsen asks, concern lacing is words.

"Yeah, I.... I umm... Keep hearing this voice and she keeps talking to me...." I quickly became confused trying to explain what was going on. I've always had hard times explaining those types of things.

I gazed up at Carsen and his warm eyes. They light with amusement along with a wide smile.

"What?" I ask.

"Emily, its your wolf. She may speak to you while you are in you're in your human form." He lightly touches my hand, sending as parks up my arm, to my heart. I look up at him, not knowing what to do. "Breathe Emily, breathe." He whispers.

I took in a small, shaky breath. He was so close now. Not only was he still touching my hand, but the electricity radiated between the two of us. I searched his eyes, they seemed full of love, lust, protection. If I just lifted my chin, we could kiss. I loved his closeness, a big part of me wanted him, but I knew I shouldn't.

Giving in, just a little, I raised my face just a little. My lips brushed his and his breathing hitched. I could hear both our heartbeats quicken. I felt his hand brush up to cup my face. I almost leaned into the kiss when my human took control again and I rested my forehead on his.

Both our breathing was hard, his chest vibrated with disappointment. I, on the other hand, had no idea where that came from. I pushed away from him and climbed to the other side of the bed. It was cold, and I felt abandoned. Why? I was the one that moved away from him.

"Why do I feel so strange around you? Why is everything so, so..." I lost my words. I didn't know what else to say.

He look a deep breath in then out. Standing to his full, lean height. Dark jeans hung at his hips and a red shirt with a graphic design hugged his shoulders. It brought out his natural tan, his mexican features making him more intimidating. I folded myself into a ball, hoping to lessen the electrified air. Nope, still there.