Unevolved

Chapter 6: Questions

"I think we need to work our way up with the questions." He said. "But first, I think you would enjoy a shower, how does that sound?" He asks softly.

I noded my head in response. He helped me to his bathroom. It was huge! It was above expected, like everything else in this house. Wait, was this the same house?

Carsen set towels and other things out for me and informed me that there would be clothes waiting for me when I was done. When he had left, I turned the water to hot and looked over myself in the mirror. I wore an overly large, black shirt that must have been Carsen's and underwear. When did he have time to change me? Did my clothes rip when I shifted?

I threw those thoughts aside and looked at my reflection. The little blemishes I had on my face were gone and I had a perfect tone on my skin. My hair was a richer red, and my eyes weren't so dull. They actually kind of glowed. I pulled myself away from my reflection and stepped into his walk in shower.

I haven't taken a shower, or even been in a personal bathroom for nearly a year. Its always been gas station bathrooms and sinks. So this felt strange and a bit alien. When I was finished, as promised, there were clothes waiting for me on the counter.

The skinny jeans and grey v-neck tee fit well and so did my fresh, new under garments. How did he know my sizes? So many questions. Too many questions. Things are so confusing.

I came out of the bathroom with my hair nicely brushed and nearly dry. Carsen was opening the drapes and nice sunlight flooded into the room, making everything shine and it brought everything to life. He looked at me with admiration once again and continued with his task. The bed was neatly made and there was a tray of food on the side table. My stomach growled in response and my mouth watered.

"I didn't know what you liked, so I just grabbed what I could find." Carsen said huskily, walking toward me.

I nodded and took a grape off its vine. The tray was full of fruit and some greens. Cheese slices were cut evenly and stacked like fallen dominos. Gernola was in a small bowl and some eggs on a small plate. Toast was tucked in the corner with butter in a small sleve of butter.

"Would you like go down stairs?" He asked.

"Sure." I said in a small voice.

He grabbed the tray of food, getting oh so close. For the first time I inhaled his godly scent. He smelled like honey and cranberries, with a hint of pine. It was heavenly. Moving away, he guided me down stairs.

It wasn't the same house I was in earlier. This one had more of a cottage theme to it. Dated furniture that was still in good condition, iron tables, boxes with plants in them. I could smell the freshness of mint, parsley, and other herbs growing. It was a warm, homey place.

I sat on his sofa and snuggled into the corner of the arm and the back of it. He sat the tray on the coffee table and sat on the couch too, facing me. Now was the time to ask anything I wanted to know.

"Am I really a wolf? Am I the same as you? Who's Ryker? Is he the alpha? Why is this just now happening to me?"

"Woah now, easy," he puts his hand on my knee, sending those shocks through me again. I calmed down and looked at him. "Yes, I am a werewolf. Yes, you are one of us and Ryker is our alpha. He is the alpha of the River Moon pack. As for why you hadn't shifted yet, I don't know, but we'll work on it." He explained calmly. "What do you know about wolves Emily?" He asks.

"Not much," I said, "just that they're really big dogs and they act on instinct I guess. They travel in packs, lead by an alpha that has a beta and an alpha can be challenged for his place." I said.