Succumb (ON HOLD) (Being edited)

Chapter 4

Sis.

I groaned unhappily, feeling like the sleeping dead. And I was. Sleeping.

Sister. Wake up.

No.

Yes. You're in his bed, you know.

That managed to wake me up. I gasped, shooting up into a sitting position. I gave out a cry of pain when I felt my wounds stretch. Suddenly dizzy, I collapsed back against the soft pillows with a moan of distress. Slowly I lifted the many blankets that covered me to see that I was in panties I didn't recognise. A bandage was wrapped all around my chest, and another around my right calf. I felt a pull that could only mean stitches.

I gingerly touched my left side, right under the breast, and winced. I wondered how big the wound was.

How long have I been out?

Two days.

I spluttered, my eyes widening. What?

He paused, letting it sink in. I took a deep, shivery breath as I tried to process the implications. Okay...

You were traumatised. You shouldn't have shifted. You almost died.

He said it gently, but I could hear the disapproval and accusation in his mental voice. And feel it in his emotions, actually.

You shouldn't have transferred your magic reserves to me, I shot back. At the memory I seethed, making sure to let my anger drift over our link.

He groaned in frustration, not denying it. I decided to forgive him if only to beat him up later for it. Draining one's magic could be fatal, and we'd both nearly died. Now I was in some stranger's bed and I had to work hard not to tear up a pillow when I suspected whose it was.

Where are you? I asked before I started destroying the bedroom. A very pretty one at that. We could leave our bickering for a later time. When we were free of the werewolves.

Somewhere locked up in a room in this bloody house.

I miss you. I just wanted to touch him, hug him, make sure he was okay. Only then would I relax and think straight. For now, I wasn't in danger. Are you okay? Have they hurt you again? The rage seethed through our link again, coming from me. I wanted to kill that alpha. I was going to, when I had the strength and had my brother tucked somewhere far and safely away.

No. He sounded amused.

I narrowed my eyes and started to get up. I didn't want to, but my head felt all stuffy, and my muscles were cramping. Two days... were a lot of time to sleep.

Once I stood, rather bent over, I realised that I had very prominent needs to attend to. I spotted an en suite bathroom and went there to relieve myself. The bathroom was clean and done in masculine tones of black and red. I studied the black tiled floors, red walls and overall gothic design. You had to admire the absolute disparity between the man and his mysterious sense of style, though. Gunter didn't strike me as someone bothered about opulence. There was a shower in the left corner of the room, right next to two washbasins elevated beneath a large mirror. I whistled when I spotted the Jacuzzi bath to my right. The toilet was situated between the washbasins and the shower. I stared longingly at the shower but knew that I couldn't wet my stitches.

Cam waited patiently while I did my business. I looked awful when I glanced in the mirror. Obviously, someone had kept me clean while I was out of it because neither my skin nor my hair was oily. I didn't feel fresh, but I've had worse in the forest.