Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Grayson

I was hot and cold at the same time.

My whole body felt heavy and uncoordinated. I couldn't pry my eyelids open to see where I was.

There were soft voices coming from somewhere, and four familiar scents wafting around the space.

Soft fingers were stroking my head, so gentle I could barely feel it. The soothing strokes made sleep pull at me harder.

My fingers twitched against a hand, and their grip tightened against me. A thumb stroked against the back of my hand and my fingers twitched again. "Grayson?"

I scrunched up my nose in response, my body refusing to do anything more. The hand on my hair paused.

With nothing to lull me back into sleep, my senses were slowly coming back to me.

I was suddenly aware of the agony in my shoulder.

My eyes pop open on a gasp, and I turn myself over on my side, folding into a ball and breathing through my teeth. "Fuck." I curse, bringing a hand to the crook of my neck.

"Grayson, don't touch it." A voice says and someone grabs my hand before I can inspect my shoulder.

Another wave of pain washes over me. "Damn." I spit. "Holy fucking hell."

"Breathe, Gray."

My body shutters and I fight to steady my breathing. "He bit me. That son of a bitch!" I say, still trying to bring my hand to see how bad it is. "Fuck."

"Grayson, calm down. Moving around is going to make it worse. Just breathe and we'll-"

"He's dead." I groan. "He's dead. I'll kill him."

There was a brief silence around me before a startled laugh burst from the other side of the space. "Well shit."

I whine and rapidly blink, trying to clear my eyes. "That motherfucker. I can't even fucking see straight. Oh fuck it hurts."

"Grayson." A voice says from directly in front of me.

My eyes are wild as I search for him, trying to find his face.

A thumb and forefinger gently grasp my chin and hold my head in place. "Look at me." I blink a couple times but everything remains too bright and swims in patterns. A whine builds in my throat. "Focus." He says gently.

I blink and blink and blink until Ares comes into view in front of me. His white hair is a mess, like he had been running his fingers through it nonstop. He is kneeling on the floor and leaning onto the mattress that I was laying on.

Where was I?

I look around the room to figure out where I was and everything instantly swims again. The whine that had been building escapes through my mouth and my head pounds in pain.

"Hey, hey. On me baby girl." Ares speaks again and it takes me a moment to find him. "Good girl. Focus on me."

Ares brings his face close to mine, so that I have no choice but to look at his soft blue eyes. He stares at me so intensely I am enraptured.

His face is a mixture of concern and anger. I study the wrinkle in between his eyebrows and am tempted to reach up and smooth it out.

A pang of pain returns my attention to my neck. "He bit me." I growl, and then it morphs into a whine of pain.

Ares tightens his grip on my chin. "Focus on me."

I whimper and try to move my hand to my neck again. Whoever his holding my arm doesn't let me, instead tightening their grip. My chest starts to move faster.