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My nostrils flare, and I watch in fascination when my arms turn fur covered again.
“Go kick his arse then,” Lachlan says, crossing his arms over his chest.
I go still and slowly lift my gaze up to his. “What?”
Surprise that he agrees fills me.
“Well, yer as big as he is now. I’ve no doubt ye could take him out wi’ a few well-placed jabs.” He punches the air with his ham-hock sized fists.
I blink, realizing I can see the hairs lift on his knuckles and the size of his pores from here. Wow.
My heartbeat thuds loudly and my skin tingles with the knowledge that I am strong, very freaking strong.
I don’t know how to absorb what I’ve turned into, let alone my new strength, so instead I pick up on a slow cadence of dripping water in the distance.
“Where are we?”
“My home.”
A cavern. He lives in a cave . . .
Now that my anxiety is settling, I finally take a proper glance around at the rough stone walls. Multicolored spikes in different shades of gray and brown, stalactites found in a lot of the cave pictures I’ve seen on the internet, drip above our heads, the water softly splashing onto the stone floor as gravity takes over. Big boulders, round and obviously man-made, are dispersed around the large, dark cavern.
My gaze lands back on the naked man who’s now stretching his arms above his head, bending his torso, completely at ease with his nudity.
I turn and watch in fascination as he holds a hand out as if checking his nails, and green scales crawl over his entire limb.
“And, umm,whatare you?” I ask, covering my chest and crotch with my arms because I’m uncomfortable with my own nudity in front of a stranger.
He blinks at that. “The Loch Ness monster, lass.”
Chapter 25
Whitley Whitt
Naked and afraid.
I curlmy arms around my middle, hugging myself while simultaneously covering the girls and my crotch as much as possible. Not that Lachlan seems to care that my cleavage is out for all to see, but I can seriously pass for indecent exposure here, except for when my fur makes an appearance.
Any time I think about Connor, or if someone ends up finding my discarded dress, I wolf out. My hair turns into an untamable mess, and my incisors are fierce AF. Intense emotions are going to be a whole issue, apparently. Not to mention the slow drip of water off the ceiling in the background, which has quickly become annoying with how loud it is, and it only highlights the strange silence that has fallen between me and this strange... being. The Loch Ness monster? As if. No. I refuse to believe that...
Can I refuse, considering what’s happening to me and what I witnessed Connor starting to turn into? What is my life right now?
So far, Lachlan seems more than content to let me stew in my own thoughts. He hasn’t tried to come any closer, which I know is helping my anxiety situation.
But every grunt he makes echoes off the cavern walls, and the too-loud buzzing coming from theelectricityin the lights—which I can somehow here now—is frying my nerves. I’ve no idea how much time has passed since I got here, and I’m starting to want some answers.
Like what I am, for starters, and I’m sure Lachlan knows since Connor is probably busy trying to chase after me.
God, I hope no one but Connor saw me jump from the window. Why, why,whydid I do that?
From what I can tell, I look somewhat like a werewolf, or maybe a lycan. My grandma would get a kick out of this if she were still alive. Van Helsing was her grandmother’s maiden name, which as a kid, I thought was the coolest, made even more hilarious by how scared she was of every creepy crawly creature that moved and how she could barely see over her glasses.
It’s just my luck that I would start to fall in love with a man, and he turns out to be a werewolf. My stomach sinks and the air leaves my lungs on a whoosh. Do I love Connor?
Not answering that.
I let out a shaky breath and glance down at my stockings and lone shoe, wincing at how Connor just bought them for me. My arms tighten across my body.
