The Beast Across The Lake

Chapter 13

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Isabella

I rushed home as quickly as I could, only stopping to pick up a twelve-pack of beer that mom had requested. In the kitchen, I stuffed the cans inside of the fridge and pocketed two. I felt my phone buzzing over and over again. I peered at the screen in hopes that it was Caleb but he hadn't responded and it was both Kyla and Holden blowing up my line. I heaved frustration as I slammed the device back into my pockets and whipped open the cupboard that stored the hard liquor. I downed two shots of vodka and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I ran the bath inside of my room as hot as it would go and pressed three pumps of bubble soap. I took off my clothes in front of the mirror. Now that I had turned off my phone, I couldn't be bothered with any notifications that burdened my peace. I needed to breathe, needed to be alone to think of the distraught and absolute mess that I had brought into my life. I gazed at my naked body, my eyes traveled down my small waist to the width of my hips and my long slender legs and I urged for Caleb to explore. Once again, I found myself moving closer to the mirror, tossing my long dark hair to one side and studying the hickey.

You don't just do that by mistake, I thought, he bit me. He knew it would leave a mark, he knows I have a boyfriend.

I ran my fingers over it and winced at the pain. The wound was fresh, the hurt rendered me pain but I couldn't not explain the feeling between my legs at the mere sight of it.
I thought of Caleb Waru, the strange handsome boy who lived in the abandoned cottage across from Lost Lake Reserve. I thought about his story and secrets, I thought about what it would feel like to lose your entire family to a pack of wolves. The story didn't add up, why had the press not mentioned his parents death, why had they only written about his brother? If the land of Waru Forest belonged to Caleb's ancestors, why hadn't there been more family for him to stay with and why move all the way to Eastsound?
How could he try to fight those wolves off on his own, how could he have possibly thought that he stood a chance?
The image of his haunted face came to my mind when he said that the wolves had his brother. I shut my eyes and felt my chest shudder and waiver at the scene. Dozens of wolves, tearing your little brother limb to limb, it must have been brutal.
How do you recover?-
A sudden sound by the window jolted me back to life. I ran to where my window was half-open and gazed out at what the sound could have been. I heard branches crackling and peered lower to find the culprit.
Must be a squirrel, I thought but left the window open just a little bit to enjoy the light breeze. I must have been too deeply lost in thought because it wasn't until my feet were soaked with foamy bath water that I realized that the bath had overflooded. I hurried to turn off the faucet and laid a towel out on the floor. I placed one foot in and then the other and eventually the rest of my body until I was fully lying in the scorching hot foamy water. I ducked my face and hair and listened to the echo of the ruffling. Even underwater, I saw his face.

I gasped out as I resurfaced. Flashes of his lips on mine, hands on my waist, pulling me closer, dunking me in lust filled oceans littered with guilt and sweltering shame. Brute -like instincts, never letting me go, kissing me like he was hungry, like he'd been patiently waiting. The chaotic feeling of his touch, like fireworks that wouldn't end, over and over, exploding one after the other. I closed my eyes and played out the scene. I spread my thighs and slid my fingers down my soapy stomach to rest the very top of my already pulsating clit. I envisioned myself still in the classroom, on the desk, hours earlier, what would have happened had I not discovered his bite?