Tall, broard and with the thick beard I easily recognised him. Wearing dark jeans, a sand coloured tshirt and a small smile on his face. He looked at me from the other side of the table with gentle eyes. But I could not help but feel the fear creeping up on me and my pulse rising.
I sunk back into the lounge chair, and I could feel my heartbeat in my throat. How did he find me?
I watched him slowly sit down in the chair across from me, as he grabbed the scarf that I now knew could only be his. He held it between his enormous hands and rested his elbows on his knees, and he leaned slightly forward.
What happened this night in my bed dawned on me. It wasn't a dream. IT WASN'T A DREAM!
"Hello, darling." He smiled at me and tilted his head ever so slightly. Slowly I put down the bun with careful moves on the plate and swallowed the bite in my mouth. My hands were shaking uncontrollably. Can I outrun him? Doubt it...
"How are you feeling?" He looked me straight in the eye as I in a state of panic tried to figure out what to do. I was shaking and I dont remember ever being so ridgid before. I sat straight as an arrow and every muscle in me tensed tightly. Every fibre in me told me to flee.
Despite my angst, and my racing thoughts, I heard my own voice answer him, betraying me.
"My head hurts, and I keep getting sick. And I am scared." My voice was low, just above a whisper. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop myself from talking.
My heartrate picked up speed and I was shaking like a leaf from head to toe. I had gripped the armrests of the loungechair tightly.
I must leave. I have to go back home. He can't follow me there. I thought to myself.
"Darling, I need you to stay here until I can come and get you." He tilted his head to the other side and looked at me up and down.
I felt tears brim my eyes, and the urge to sob rose in my chest.
"Please calm down." His voice were cautious and he seemed to be on edge, ready to catch me if I should run. His forehead creased as he looked at me.
"I can't, I am so scared." I said in a whisper. I fought to stop myself from saying anything to him, but to no avail. A sob wrecked through my body as I trembled.
He rose from his seat and took a step towards me. No no no no.
He stopped in his tracks and looked downwards with a hard expression. Then he looked at the scarf in his hand, and in a swift motion he threw it right at me. Before I had a chance to react the wool covered my face. In shock I breathed in sharply, and that wonderful scent hit my nose once again.
And suddenly everything was alright.
As I slowly pulled the scarf down from my face, my breathing returned to normal, my heartrate slowed down and my mind was at ease. What sorcery was this? I know I am supposed to be scared right now...
When the scarf was away from my face, I looked up at the man in front of me. He carefully took a step towards me, and when I didn't react he closed the distance between us and bend down in front of me. Despite this, he was still much taller than I and I had to look up to see his face.
He searched my face and gently laid a hand ontop of mine on the armrest.
"Am I hypnoticed?"
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AT YOUR MERCY
Werewolf"This feeling, darling, your intoxication, infatuation with me. It wont go away." He grapped my hips and pulled me towards him while burrying his face in my neck. "Until you give in to me." 1st book in the Nordic Saga.
