Page 19 of Wolf

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The nightmares camein the early hours of the morning. My exhaustion only provided me with enough protection for a few hours of dreamless sleep before blood began pooling at my feet as I looked down to see my chest riddled with bullet holes. And then there I was, looking up at myself, realizing I had taken Lizard’s part, looking at my mask of coldness as I died in my own arms, choking on my own blood and wondering when it was that I lost the abilitytocry.

I wished I hadn’t thought of the question, because suddenly, I was back in that room, looking down at the papers, at the knife wedged in the victim’s chest, blood having poured out of their chest and out onto the old, worn bricks of the house they took their lastbreathin.

I panicked, my hands reaching into the photograph, trying to wipe away the blood until it seeped through my fingers. Then abruptly, they weren’t looking at me anymore. Lizard was, his eyes a ghostly white, his lips moving, forming the words I never wantedtohear.

“This is yourfault.”

I was thrown into the darkness of a room, disorientated and panicked as I fought to catch my breath. My body was covered in a cold sweat, and my hands were grasping around me, trying to feel anything. Where was I? What washappening?

Suddenly, something caught my wrist, and I opened my mouth toscream.

“Anna!” a familiar voice called to me. I knew the accent. I knew thevoice.

“Wolf?” Ibreathed.

“Yeah,” Wolf grumbled, his hands coming to my biceps. “It’s me, Anna. You’re at the club.You’refine.”

I dug through my haze, and one by one, I strung reality back together with my memories; the shooting, Wolf yelling at me, telling me to get into bed, and... I looked around the dark room, or more specifically, Wolf’s room. When I had conceded to Wolf’s persistence to get into his bed, I was planning to wait him out until he fell asleep before I went to find one of the other club rooms to crash in. I must have crashed hereinstead.

“Shit,” I breathed, feeling a cool breeze nip on mybareskin.

I looked down to see the huge T-shirt covering my chest and followed the material down to where it gathered at my barethighs.

“My clothes?” I said, my voice dipping low in warning as I looked up to seeWolf’sface.

Unfortunately for me, Wolf had no such shame, and with a slow, smug smirk, he said, “You don’t sleep inclothes.”

“Um, I do,” I argued. I usually slept in silver nighties and sexy pajamas because it felt good falling asleep knowing you looked sexy as fuck, without needing anybody to tell you that. I didn’t bring them here though, not if it meant Wolf getting a high outofit.

“You were tossing in your sleep. Your clothes were wet with sweat. I had them changed for you,” he explained, letting his dark eyes roll down over my attire with slow, satisfying appraisal. “Fuck, Hunter said it before, but I didn’t think I’d like you in my shirt as much asIdo.”

Just the mere idea that he was enjoying it made me grab the hem of the shirt, pull it over my head, and drop it into a pile on the bed without a second of hesitation. I folded my arms over my black laced bra and raised my brow at him, daring him tochallengeme.

Wolf smiled. “Fuck, I love it when you do shit like that.” He drooled over my lace bra and panties despite having probably already done it earlierwhenhe’d—

“I didn’t,” he interrupted mythought.

“Didn’twhat?”

“I didn’t strip you,” he said, smirking at my surprise. “You were dead asleep, so I got Kay to do it. Made me hand over one of my shirts, since your tits are too big for her or Bell’s clothes. And all your clothes are tightasfuck.”

“Hmm,” I murmured, looking down at where my breasts were packed into my lace bra as if I only just realizedtheirsize.

When I looked back up and saw Wolf also giving them a thoughtful look, Igrowled.

“Feel free to put the shirt back on,” he offered, lifting the material back up off the bed and offering it to me without taking his eyes off my chest. “Either way,I’mgood.”

“You know what?” I hissed, snatching the shirt out of his hands as I scrambled out of the bed. “Fuck you,” I hissed, then pulled the shirt back on over my head. I turned to leave, but Wolf’s hand lunged for my wrist so fast I didn’t have time to move out of hisreach.

“Where are you going?” hegrowled.

“I’ll sleep somewhere else,” I snapped, returning to my original plan of commandeering one of the empty rooms in thecompound.

“No.” Wolf’s stern voice made me stagger toastop.

“No?” I parroted, sure he didn’t just say thattome.

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