Aurora "Rory" Henry is a 20 year old human runaway. After escaping her mother's manipulative hands along with her fathers short temper she finds herself in a new territory, but to her it's just another state. All she wanted was to get her degree in...
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Snuggling into the sheets my body had delightfully warmed up I wince completely forgetting the pain that seems to radiate throughout my body. Shit I'm too scared to see the overall damage.
Rolling out of the bed I grab a hoodie and throw it over my head groaning when my arms pull my ribs in an unsatisfactory movement. Slipping my shoes on I try figure out if I actually want to leave the room and face people or if I just don't want cabin fever stuck in here all day.
Maybe I can just hide with Dom and get the best of both worlds. Picking up my phone off the bedside table I open up the door jumping in fright at Mark and Davis who are both stood too close for comfort.
"Good afternoon princess, where are we off to then?" Davis smirks.
"Uh... I was going to spend time with Dominic" I point over to his door.
"Unfortunately we have direct orders to bring you to Prince Carters room A.S.A.P" mark directs his hand for me to walk out from my door frame and in the opposite direction I had worked up the courage for.
"My god did that she wolf do a number on you" Davis huffs out a breathy laugh and in what felt like slow motion his hand comes up to my chin and jaw digging his fingers in slightly too hard for my liking. I furrow my brows at him as he turns my skull left from right examining me, the feeling of his fingers on my skin makes bile rise up to my throat. All I can think about is how different it is compared to Killian's gentle, soothing touch.
"Yes now let go" I try my hardest to keep my cool but I'm pissed off that he thinks this behaviour is okay. It just doesn't seem professional to me.
I feel his pointer finger twitch and dig harder for a split second before releasing my head completely. As badly as I want to I refrain from smoothing out the skin his grubby fingers touched, mentally telling myself he's left black ink fingerprints in the area - evidence of his invasion - that I must wipe away as quickly as possible. But I don't, instead I stare at him trying to understand what possesses a person to touch another with neither hesitation nor permission.
I could be stuck in that haze of confusion all day if it weren't for a spark of curiosity that sparks me, admittedly eager to know why Killian would want to see me the moment I awake.
I walk past mark and take the very straight forward - literally - route to Killian's room that I've become familiar with.
Knocking I await a response, straining my ears to detect any movement my human ears could pick up. Times like these I curse being the unusual one among werewolves.
