Howl

A Little Confrontation

The guy on the side is how I envisioned Val^_^ but with a slightly more green tinge to his eyes, still, he's hot, right?

Chapter Song: Mikky Ekko- Stay
^this song tho, y'know when it's just him...

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Chapter 22

"You're awake," He continued, as if reassuring himself of it. I just watched silently, he moved closer as if he was afraid if he stirred the air too much I would disappear.

"Are you," I saw him swallow as he hesitantly sat on the adjacent sofa, "feeling okay?"

I shuffled in the horde of blankets, uncomfortable with the intense stare he was giving me. I swallowed, feeling as if he was about to tackle me or something.

"Um," I breathed in, warm air flooding my deflated lungs, "yeah, I think so." His tense body relaxed slightly and he looked into the dying flames of the fire beside me. The dim glow allowed the shadows to dance over his face, his eyes burning into me like lit coal. I caught my breath.

"Do you have any idea what happened?" He asked, and it sounded like his voice cracked, but it was probably the fire. Well, that was what I told myself.

I bit my lip, shifting my clammy hands and shaking my head. There was some truth, I didn't know exactly what had happened. But I had a good idea. A clear enough idea.

"No," I said, "I don't...but I remember sort of what happened." I added, watching as his face darkened and he looked down.

He was curiously silent. And I knew then. With a sharp clarity I realised that he knew what had happened out there in the snow.

Snow...

It was the catalyst that made me remember what we had been talking about before shit had gone down.

"Have you not thought about what I said at all?"

"No."

Why did I have to lie? Truth was, I couldn't stop thinking about it, even then. Just the mention of his name was enough to ignite a fire in me.

I was angry at myself, and the feeling of regret washed over me.

Why would you regret it? Does that mean you really do love him?

No!

No?

It just meant...that I cared for him. Because I did. I cared for all of the people I had met here, who had taken me under their wing without hesitation.

I felt bad about hurting his feelings, that's all.

"Where did you get that locket?" His voice yanked me unceremoniously from my thoughts, like a bucket of cold water dashed on me suddenly.

"Huh?" My hand whipped up to clutch at the empty hollow of my throat, where it normally rested. I cast my gaze downwards when I didn't feel the familiar cool silver.

"Where is it? What did you do with it?" I snapped immediately, cutting him with a sharp glare as my hands fumbled about with the blankets, throwing them off my legs carelessly and ignoring the fading warmth the material left. The cold biting into my legs.

I half heartedly noticed that I was only wearing a large shirt and my underwear.

I didn't bother asking why.