The girl who cried wolf

Chapter 17

Olivia pulled away from the kiss to a howl. Tim looked up to the sky,

"Bit early to be a wolf." Olivia muttered, Tim shrugged.

"Not for Ivan." Tim replied, pulling Olivia in for another kiss. She allowed him to kiss her, but she pulled away quickly. "What's wrong?"

"I have to go." Olivia whispered, their foreheads touching. He tasted like Skittles and vanilla.

"Olivia. Please. Come with me." Tim whispered back, their lips connecting once more.

"I can't. Charlotte would be screaming if she knew I'd even opened the back door." Olivia took a few steps away, Tim closed the distance instantly.

"But she doesn't know. I need to prove to you that Clara isn't dead-"

"Why?" Olivia asked, putting her hands on his cheeks, her blue eyes searched his soul.

"Because I don't want you to think I'm a monster."

"You're not a monster." Olivia replied, "That's only a side of you, a side you can't control. I get it."

Tim felt strange as she stepped away,

"How long is Charlotte gone?" 

"Two days."

Tim grinned, Olivia felt herself smile at his dimples,

"Good night! Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight until morrow!" Tim bowed, Olivia laughed, she ran into his arms, kissing him once more.

"You're such a cheeseball." Olivia teased, he laughed, both of them staring at each other as they parted. Olivia felt her heart soar as she reached the white picket gate.

But when she reached the door, it sunk. She knew little about Tim. Yet, she was... feeling... something about him. Olivia locked the door behind her, heading towards the lounge room used for entertaining guests. It was a huge room, with a chandelier and cashmere couches and a coffee table made of pine. Everything was so clean and in it's place, Olivia felt if she'd sit on the couch, ten generations of Humphrey's would grab her and drag her down to hell.

She spread out on the lounge, one foot on the ground, the other on the lounge arm.  

Olivia felt the guilt burden her like a heavy sack. She knew nothing about Tim. Nothing.

"Screw you, feelings. And my heart too!" Olivia cursed into a cushion.

Clara felt alive. Her wolf was going crazy, as they stood together, lip locked. Alex knew this was where he was meant to be. As the next song came on, Clara pulled away, sensing they were being watched.

"What's wrong?" Alex asked, her face was alight with alarm.

"I felt like someone was watching us."

"Ahem." Tim cleared his throat, his eyebrows raised. "Your senses are amazing."

"Tim." Alex breathed, his hands on Clara's waist were burning. Clara dropped her hands to Alex's shoulders. 

Tim shook his head, walking outside. 

"Tim, wait!" Clara called after him, letting go of Alex entirely. She followed Tim, "Wait! Please-"

"Clara, you might be new, and you might not know how things work around here, but Ivan will kill you if he sees you macking on someone who isn't himself." Tim tried his hardest not to yell, Clara tilted her head slightly. 

"Why would he kill me?"

"Because you're meant to be-" He stopped himself, looking at the innocent girl in front of him, her tears welling up in her eyes. "Just... trust me. He might not kill you, he'd kill Alex. And neither of us wants that. Please, just try and a be a little bit more, subtle. Like, not kissing in the middle of the lounge room with the blinds and door open."