I’m trying to workout a way of getting out of here. I need to leave, like now. But I have no car, and I don’t actually know where I am, apart from in a huge house in the middle of the forest. A forest full of wolves... I also still can’t get my feet to work.
A few minutes pass with us standing perfectly still neither of us saying anything.
“Say something...please Alexia you're kind of killing me right now.” He speaks so softly, and unsure, and rests his forehead against mine. I’m not sure who is the crazier one out of us. Him for thinking he is a werewolf or me for even considering that it may be true. A nervous giggle slips out.
“Prove it” That’s what I need, proof, obviously when he can’t we can put this whole thing behind us. I’ll call my aunt to come pick me up and I’ll stay away from Logan forever. Maybe talk him into getting some therapy.
A smirk appears on his face, this is all just some big joke to him. I was stupid to even believe a word that came out of his mouth just moments before.
“Logan, I’m going home. I’m not in the mood for jokes. I’ve just crashed my car. Please just stay away from me.” I shove past him and walk to the other side of the room looking out the window. I can see his reflection in the glass and I can see that he is starting to unbutton his shirt. I quickly turn around to see if I just imagined it. Like I imagined him naked...with the wolves...
wolves?...
“Logan, what are you doing?” I ask slowly.
“I’m proving to you what I am. No need to ruin perfectly good clothes.” He just calmly continues to take off his clothes and I just stand there. Watching. I think I’m in shock, frozen solid to the ground.
“You ready?” he asks with a grin and a wink as he drops his boxers and stands before me completely naked. I cover my eyes and turn back around. What on earth have I got myself into and how am I going to make it out alive. I need to find a weapon.
“Logan just put your clothes back on, and I think I will go home actually. I’ll give Amber or Chris a call to...” I bury my head in my hands while I’m talking, I really don’t know how I got into this situation but a growling sound at the mention of Chris, has me looking up to the window to stare a the reflection.
No...it can’t be... I’m going mad...
“Just close your eyes Alex, and count to ten, when you open them this will all just be a very odd dream and you’ll be awake.” I mumble to my self as another nervous giggle releases from me. I slowly close my eyes.
“One... two... three... four...” I stiffen when I hear a whimpering sound and feel soft, thick fur brush against my bare legs. I turn around with my eyes still closed.
“Open your eyes Alexia...” At hearing Logan’s voice my eyes shoot open, and land on a huge black wolf sat right in front of me. But this isn’t any wolf...
This is my wolf.
“Logan where are you. I know you’re here, I heard you. I don’t like this game Logan, it's not funny and you're scaring me. Tell your dog to back away. The wolf lays down and ever so slowly inches his way closer to me, to which I back up as far as I can.
“Logan... please?” I whisper
“I am Logan Alexia, you can hear me in your head. It’s really me baby. I’m sorry you're scared, but you don’t have to be. I would never hurt you. I couldn’t. You wanted proof. This is proof.”
I realise that I’m hearing his voice in my mind, not with my ears. I start to shake my head.
“No...that’s not possible...”
“Keep your eyes open and on me” I hear him instruct. I do as he says. I don’t think I could take my eyes off the wolf anyway. It's odd though, I feel scared, but I’m not scared of the wolf. Like all the times in my yard, I feel safe. I’m so confused.
I start to hear a cracking of bones and the wolf gets up and starts to blur, in the matter of seconds Logan is stood in front of me, minus any clothes. I can’t help but let my eyes linger on him. From the tops of his broad shoulders, down his chest to his rock solid abs and I manage to stop myself before I get any lower. My eyes focus on a tattoo on his chest, made up of black lines going at different angles, making a symbol like something from Viking times. I take the tiniest of steps toward him and I look at him again from head to toe and back up, I’m sure I’m blushing like mad but to be completely honest I just saw a wolf turn into Logan, so I don’t have time to be embarrassed by his man parts right now. He certainly isn't.
“Alexia...” he says my name and takes a step towards me. I put my hand up to stop him.
“Just...get dressed.” I think I need to sit down. He nods his head and gathers his clothes and walks to his bathroom. I walk over to his bed and sit down in the middle of it.
I’m desperately trying to process what I just saw, what I heard in my head. I cannot make any sense of it. I hear the bathroom door open and I
