He waved at the mutant wolf!?
Maybe I got it all wrong, and I’m not in a nudist camp but a wolf-worshipping cult!?
My heartbeat picks up just watching the interaction, and something deep inside me stirs as if something in my mind is scratching at me. My chest tightens as I see more mutant wolves coming forward and approaching the single man. This is going to be the Chainsaw Massacre, just with wolf claws!
Then the wolves move apart a bit and turn into humans, and they—
Wait… what the fuck just happened!?
I stop the video and replay the last part. My mouth drops open as I see the whole group of wolves turn into men and women, all of them naked. This has to be a joke, a montage. I close the video, roaming the folder and opening a few videos captured by the other outdoor camera.
Some videos don’t show anything, but one has two wolves that walk the area as if they are patrolling something, and then two humans appear, and the wolves turn back to humans again. They laugh and joke with the other two guys, who suddenly undress and turn into wolves.
I swear, my heart stops beating for a second. I close my notebook as if the images will go away by me ignoring their existence. But they don’t. Instead, my mind wanders to that college party with the vampire theme and how I thought it looked so real when one of them sucked the other’s neck. Almost too real.
It’s not almost too real. It was real.
I went to a vampire party!
And I’m here… in a… I…don’t know what it is. I just know that it’s not a nudist camp!
My heart picks up pace, beating faster and faster, my palms getting sweaty before an icy cold envelops me. And again, there is this voice in my head, numb and low. I can’t tell what it says, but I know it’s there. Fuck, I’m going crazy, I’m losing my mind. I’m seeing things that don’t exist, and I have a voice in my head.
Dalila,a female voice whispers.Don’t be scared.
I’m not scared! Do I look scared? No, I’m perfectly fine! I have a voice in my head and am surrounded by wolves. The weird thing is that instead of feeling terrified now, I feel like I just uncovered something I was supposed to know, something I used to dream of as a child.
Oh god, I’m nuts!
“Dalila!” Tony’s voice reaches me, and the scent of resin and wood engulfs me like a blanket. “What’s going on? What happened?” he blurts out. He hugs me to his chest, and against any logic, I can feel my heartbeat calming down a bit.
“I’m losing my mind,” I sob. “I’m crazy.”
First, that vampire party with someone actually sucking someone’s neck, and now I see people turning into wolves.
Tony puts his palm on my cheek, wiping my tears away and making me look at him. His eyes are clouded with worry and panic. Wow, these two beautiful brown orbs—
Here it is again. Orbs! I’m not an orbs-girl. Shut it, Dalila.
Mate,the voice whispers in my head.He is your mate.
I will all my feelings down, trying to focus while grabbing my notebook and opening it again. The page is still up, and I replay the video I watched last. I keep my eyes on Tony while doing so. “What the fuck is that!?” I hiss.
He stares at me for a long while, shifting around and unsure what to say. My mouth drops open. I grab him by his shirt and shake him. “What’s going on?” I yell, my heartbeat so fast I feel it almost exploding out of my chest. “What is going on!? I’m not crazy, aren’t I? And what’s the voice in my head? What’s going on?”
“I’m so sorry,” Tony whispers. “This is not how…” He wraps me into his arms, completely ignoring my struggles, while I keep hammering against his back with my fists. Again, his scent engulfs me, and I can feel calmness reaching me. It feels like they are not my feelings, though. Like yesterday when I suddenly felt sad. “Please try to calm down. Your heartbeat is dangerously high.”
How does he know that? His arms send tingles through my body, calming me down more and more. It’s like my body was seeking his comfort. “Who am I to you?” I hear myself say. “Why did you know I needed you now?” I pause. “Tony, what’s a mate!?”
*ANTHONY*
I was in my meeting with Dad, Henry, and Mom for more than just one or two hours, but we just had so much to talk about and to reassure each other that our bond was still strong. Henry also told his story to Mom and how ashamed he is of what he did.
He told us he wants to apologize to the girl, Livia, who he hurt so much.
For the first time in a long while, it seems like there are no secrets between us, and I, inspired by Henry’s honesty, decided I would tell Dalila everything and smooth her into it. That’s when I suddenly felt her overwhelming fear and terror through the bond and her panic.
I ran to her, not sure what to expect. Her pain didn’t seem to be physical, but you never know. I found her in my bedroom, next to the bed, her body shivering, tears streaming down her face, and her heartbeat so rapid, I was scared she would faint or get an actual heart attack.