Midnight Lovers

Chapter Three

Grace's P.O.V

When I woke up again I had no idea where I was. My head was foggy and my mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. I started to sit up, but the whole room pitched and I rolled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed the little trashcan to vomit. When my stomach was sufficiently empty I sat up, this time without throwing up.

I was in a large room, easily as big as my apartment, sitting in a bed that would have filled my whole room wall to wall. It was definitely a bedroom, other than the bed their was a wardrobe and a dresser, as well as what was probably a walk in closet. There was another door that was open, leading to a bathroom, and the third door I assumed was the one out of the room.

There was a large floor to ceiling window across from said door. When I managed to get myself out of the bed I stumbled my way over to the window. My legs didn't seem to want to function, I nearly collapsed. What I thought was a window was in fact a door that lead out to a patio. I tried the knob, but it was locked.

I tried to make my way to the only other logical exit, but my legs refused to work. I leaned against one of the post of the bed. The bed was a dark oak canopy bed without the stupid curtains, and the covers (that were now completely messed up) were a dark red, I'd say burgundy. Most of the furniture in the room seemed to be made out of the same dark oak wood.

Willing to try to get my legs to work again I used to bed posts to pull myself toward the door. I could hear loud arguing, but I couldn't quite make out the worlds. Sucking in a deep breath I twisted the door handle and pulled the door open a crack. Now I could hear the argument a little more clearly.

"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TWO THINKING?! YOU DRUGGED HER AND KIDNAPPED HER?!" I vaguely recognized the voice as the guy from the diner.

"Finnick-" yep it was him. "-you're over reacting. You were the one that said she was your mate and that you would do anything to be with her." that one sounded like the cute blond.

"BUT I WOULDN'T KIDNAP HER!" Finnick yelled loud enough that I wanted to close the door and climb back into bed and pretend like nothing had happened, he sounded that angry, and I wasn't even on the receiving end of that anger.

"What else were we supposed to do Finnick?" that was the tall gruff one for sure. "As soon as you mentioned mates she freaked out, you really think you would've been able to court her? What would happen when you told her you were a werewolf, she'd send you to an insane asylum."

My eyes widened. Werewolf? That has to be some kind of joke, werewolves aren't real. They're fictional monsters used to scare little kids around the camp fire. There was no way they could be werewolves.

"I would've figured it out!" Finnick shouted. "I would've built up her trust and told her the truth, but now you two have dug a 10 foot pit, and thrown me into it with no rope or ladder to climb out with,"

I pulled the door open the rest of the way open and walked to the rail, looking down to where the boys were. Finnick stood with his arms crossed, looking furious, and the two blonds were looking down at their shoes, obviously ashamed of themselves.

Finnick's nostrils flared and he looked up at me, his expression a confusing mixture of relief, delight, and guilt. "Grace." he said with a sigh of relief. The other two boys looked up, then looked down again with even more shame and guilt. They muttered something to Finnick and he waved them off, with another apologetic glance they left.

"I'm glad to see you up, I was worried." Finnick started up the stairs toward me. I took several steps back. He stopped, looking like a kicked puppy "Grace, I'm not going to hurt you."

"Who are you?!" I shouted "Where the hell am I?!"

Finnick put his hands up in a surendering manner and slowly started up the stairs again "I'm Finnick Blackwood, we met before, remember? At the diner."

"I know." I said, stepping back so there was at least five feet between us. I ignored the hurt expression on his face as I did. "I know who you are, I meant... what are you?" I couldn't manage to look at him. Something about his face, his eyes, just made me want to give him a hug and apologize. I haven't done anything wrong. I thought to myself. He's the one that kidnapped me.

Finnick sighed "Grace if you want to know the truth you're going to have to promise me that you won't freak out, and I won't hurt you, so you can move a little closer."

I stayed where I was and stared down at the expensive carpet in the foyer "Promise."

Finnick sighed heavily "Alright." he muttered under his breath. "I'm Finnick Blackwood, the alpha of the Blackwood pack. I am a werewolf, so is everyone in my pack."

I shook my head "That's impossible. Werewolves aren't real! They're fiction! Made up!" I shouted.

Finnick reached out and touched my elbow "You promised not to freak out remember?" he said softly, trying to keep me calm "I know werewolves are supposed to be fiction, and the fact that most humans believe that they are is proof that we do a good job of hiding."

I shook my head, backing farther away from him and dropped to the floor, bringing my knees to my chest and my hands over my ears. "This has to be some kind of joke, or a nightmare, this can't be happening to me. I've been kidnapped by a lunatic." I felt a sob build up in my chest and started shaking. "This has to be a bad dream." I sobbed, burying my face in my knees.

There was a couple minutes of just my sobbing into my knees having a panic attack. Something cold and wet pressed against my hand, followed by a warm tongue lapping at the tears on my cheek. I lifted my head and stared at a huge gray wolf sitting beside me, it's head tilted, it's ears down in a sad, concerned way.

I would've freaked out and probably jumped off the railing if it weren't for the fact that I recognized those big blue eyes.

I timidly reached out toward it. "Finnick." I said softly, my voice cracking. The wolf nuzzled my hand his ears going back in a docile manner. I felt another sob build up in my chest and wrapped my arms around the wolf "I'm so scared." I sobbed into its fur.

I felt the wolfs skin shiver and twitch as fur become fabric and paws became hands. Finnick wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to his chest "It's okay to be scared. Your whole world just did a cart wheel." he said softly, his big hands rubbing my back.

I continued to cry, and cling to Finnick. He gently lifted me up and went back into the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and held me until the panic attacks ebbed and the tears stopped. He smiled down at me when I looked up at him. No doubt I looked terrible with red puffy eyes and a snotty nose.

He gently brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear "Let's get you something to eat. You're going to need it."