Hidden Nightmares

Chapter 2

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Word Count: 1,096

Macie

Seeing this glory of a room, I narrow my eyes suspiciously. This has got to be a mistake- this room is, well, expensive.

"Very funny, Jason," I laugh and look at him. At this point my mask is completely off and my katana is hanging loosely around my hips.

He looks at me with wide, amused eyes, "No, Blue, this is your room," I wince at the nickname.

"Blue Smoke is fine," I grumble. He laughs and tells me that pack dinner is in two hours. In a second, he is out of the door, the smell of his cologne lingering in the room.

Shaking my head, I throw my bag on the bed and begin to undress. I need a shower.

I gasp as I pad into the bathroom. There is a ginormous bathtub and a waterfall shower. Picture in media Embellished robes are hung on a hook next to big fluffy towels. Grinning widely, I draw a bath- I have a few hours? Why waste them?

A few minutes later, the bath is filled and smells amazing- like an assortment of wild flowers. Inhaling deeply I picked out lilac, roses, lavender, tulips, daisies... I sigh in utter content.

I dipped into the warm bath, feeling the smooth water glide freely against my skin, kissing my curves as if it were welcoming me. The water was like silk as it wrapped my body, quite unlike the cold streams and rivers I was accustomed to bathing in.

After my fingertips started to prune, I stood. The quick movement out of the warm water made a chill run down my spine. I reached for the handle of the waterfall and turned it on. Water started to cascade down my back. Grabbing some soap that was placed off to the side, I washed my hair and body, enjoying the feeling of being clean.

Once I finished, I stepped out of the shower. I looked down to see my toes digging into the soft bath mat. Sighing deeply, I grab a towel.

When I exit the bathroom with the towel wrapped firmly around my waist, I find clothing on my bed. I narrow my eyes as I walk towards it. On top of the pile of clothes is a note.

Blue,

These are for you. I guessed your size. Please wear them to dinner in the dining room.

Jason

Curiosity gets the best of me as I rummage through the pile. Grimacing, I pull out a lacy blue thong. Jason picked this? I shrug half-heartedly and start to slide into the outfit. When it is all on, I turn to look at myself in the mirror.

I look like a different person. The light wash skinny jeans clung to my legs with rips here and there. A flowy blouse was draped around my shoulders, the lavender color pulling out the blue in my eyes.

Grunting, I look at his shoe choice- tan sandals. I opt for my black high tops and then push my way out of the door.

This house was a fricken mansion. I have no clue how to get to the dining room. I tuck a strand of my now dry hair behind my ears.

I feel like I need a string to lay behind me do I don't cross the same path twice.

As I make my way through the house, peeking into doors every once in a while, I start to hum. It was a song that my mother used to sing to me as it would help calm me down when my anxiety attacked.

As I finish humming the song, I come to a massive set of stairs. Mentally praising myself for finding something useful, I dart down them.

I turn the corner and start to wander down the halls. On the hallway walls, pictures of sunsets and snowy forests were painted flawlessly on canvases. I smiled, knowing full well that someone put a vast amount of effort into them.

"My mother painted those," a deep, solemn voice spoke behind me. I jumped at the sudden noise and place a hand on my beating chest.

"Jesus, Jason! Don't scare me like that!" I explain, pushing his chest. He rumbles and shakes his head at me, his smile making my heart beat faster than it was. Turning my attention back to the painting of a wolf in a meadow, I smile, "these are amazing, she's a wonderful painter,"

"Yeah, she was," he mutters. I look at the boy in front of me. His eyes are cast to his feet, making his soft looking black hair fall down. I place a hand on his clothed shoulder and he tenses under me.

"I'm sorry, Alpha Jason. I had no idea," He smiles sadly and shakes his head.

"She's in a better place now," Jason said looking into my eyes. I have a sharp intake of breath at our closeness. I can see his entrancing eyes better, and now I notice that there is a rim of gold around his iris. I smile and step to the side, not wanting to be much closer to the godly boy.

Damn, I think his cologne is getting to my head.

I clear my throat and hold my hands together, "Do you happen to know where the dining room is?" I ask.

Jason chuckles, "Yes Blue, I live here," I mentally face palm. What a dumb question.

Good job, Macie.

"My name is not Blue," I retort sarcastically, trying to cover up my embarrassment.

"Then what is your name, sweetheart," he grins at me.

"Nunya," I say blandly. He blinks.

Once.

Twice.

"Nunya?" he asks.

"Nunya Business," now its my turn to grin at him. He visibly cringes and shakes his head.

He starts to walk away and so I follow closely behind him, my short legs struggling to keep up with his long strides.

"Oi, Mr. Speedy. Ya girl's not that quick," I remark, poking his back.

He turns  sharply and walks through a door way. Soon enough, we are in a room with a hundred some people sitting around a large table chatting. As soon as we walk in, everybody stops talking and looks at us. Some people give my curious stares and some give me angry, jealous stares. I shrug it off and continue to walk behind Jason.

He clears his throat and looks at me warily, "Um everybody..." He looks at his pack and then back to me, "this is our guest, Blue Smoke,"

Cue the gasps.