Under The Wolf Moon

Chapter twenty-eight

I hate hangovers.

They are the worst. I opened my eyes and groaned as I felt pain in my head. Headache. I looked around the room and realized that I wasn't in my room, but... Logan's? I turned around and buried my face in the pillow as I remembered a few things from last night. The pants included. That's so embarrassing!! I want to sink into the bed, then into the ground, and disappear from Earth. Time to move to Asia! Across the world as far away from here. I turned around as I heard a door open. Logan walked out of the bathroom, dressed in clothes, not in pajamas. I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks for many reasons.

1. The kiss.

2. Being drunk and high in front of him

3. I thought he was Dave Franco

4. I TOOK OFF MY SHIRT IN FRONT OF HIM!

5. Crying because I couldn't take off my pants.

6. We almost did the...you know, without being a couple.

I placed a hand to my lips as I remembered the kiss, then I moved my hand to my neck, and my skin's texture felt rough. I remember that sensation on my skin. A hickey. What the hell? That, I don't remember.

I'm never going to drink again. Have you seen what it does to me? It makes me do things I wouldn't dare to do when sober. Well, I may or may not have liked the fact that we kissed... Okay, I really did, but I'm glad he stopped because I'm not ready for that. Especially when I just found out that he is the same type of creature who killed Francis and bit Mike. But since last night, there's a thought that doesn't want to go away.

What if he's the Beast that killed Francis and all the other people?

Nah, it can't be. Mike said he was the one helping him to gain control.

My eyes widened as I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Hey, are you okay?" Logan asked, and I didn't dare to look at him. I stood up and ran past him, into the bathroom, and closing the door shut. I hurried towards the toilet and puked. Well, that's going to be embarrassing. I feel like crap right now. My head is pounding, and I'm puking.

I pulled away from the toilet and flushed it. I walked towards the sink and rinsed my mouth as much as possible. I feel like crap. I looked at myself in the mirror, and my hair is messy. My mouth is dry. I have bags under my eyes, and I look like crap. On one side of my neck, there was a hickey, and on the other side, you could see the bite mark of the vampire. It was still visible but not as much as it used to.

I walked out of the bathroom, and Logan handed me a cup of water, but I hesitated. What if it's poisoned? I looked at the cup then back at him.

"It's just water." He said, and I nodded. I brought the glass to my lips and took a large sip until there was no water in the cup.

"Thanks," I said as I sat down on the edge of his bed. He walked to my right side and sat down.

"So..." I trailed off. "You're a...."

"Lycan." He replied with a nod.

I nodded, "Right." I looked at the glass in my hands. "Thanks for, uh—not letting what happened last night too far."

He responded with a nod.

Then I blurted out all the questions. ''So, does that mean you're an Alpha or the next in line? Do you have mates? Do you--''

He cut me off with a smile on his face. ''Are you reading books about werewolves?'' I felt myself blush as I looked away from him. He let out a small laugh. ''My cousin reads them too. There's a lot of things in those books that aren't real.''