I Can Hear Your Voice

t w e n t y - t w o

June 17th.
10:35 a.m.

I was still, unfortunately, tired.

Two hours after an awkward silence Denis decided it was a "great" time to accept me into his pack. I didn't really mind, to be honest it was clear to anyone that I've remembered everything and Dr. Iris did say to do this after I did.

The...ritual, as I might call it was incredibly simple—prick your thumb and dab the blood onto the other's forehead. All you had to do next was to press your foreheads together, and the Alpha will commence the accepting process. Not gonna lie, it was awkward, just standing there looking into Matteo's dad's eyes, but no one else looked weirded out. Maybe it's because they're werewolves and are used to this sorta thing.

Right now, I was laying with Matteo on a black leather sleek couch, toasting in front of the roaring fireplace. It's...June. Like, seriously...it's cold, but it's June? He was under me with my arms wrapped around his neck; my head tucked under his chin so that my ear was to his heart, listening to the steady beat of his drum.

Y̷̨̢̧̢̯͖͚̦̠̖̮͋ó̵̢̨̻͎͚̞̺̹̤̺̰̙͕͊̌̔̕͜͝u̴̻̳͊͆͐̃̌̽̿͗̈̚̚͝ͅ'̵̩͔̹͑̍ĺ̴̢̡̨̞͎̰̘͈̠̼̞͑̽̋̎͆͒̚͜͠l̸͖͐͊̾̓́͆̐̏͒͠ ̵̟̞͖͕̦͇͕͠ͅn̷̛̼̤̣̬̱̦̗͔͛̓̓̃͜ḛ̷̲̻̱͔̀̇͂̅̑̈́͋̇̎͛͛̒̔v̸̡͖̠̹̦̙͙̜͙̬͓̟̂̍̎͐͜͜e̸̛͈̦͛̔̾̔̀̆ṙ̶̫́̀̍̎̑̍̅͂ ̶̨̢̺̪͍̹͈͓͌̒͘b̷̢̧̛̖̤̠̳̤͈͔̤̜̺̩͆̔́̔̒̾͂̍͂̒̕͜ẻ̷̹͌̄̑̑͌̑̑ ̸̣̭̓̈́̽̂̐̆̆̂̍̇͑̑͆͛́h̸̨͖͔͔͓͉͙͖̠̮̩̿̈́̒͛̽̈́̉̃̇͌͛̂͘͝a̵̜͔̮͖̲̟̭̞̾̕p̷̜͕͍̝̟̪̐̆̓p̸̧̛̠̱̞͉͎̞̪͓͛̏͂͑̎͗̌͗̉̾̚͝͝ẙ̷̺̹͈̲̜̳̣̺̱̙̠͉̜͎͈̑̾͂̆͝͝.̶̧̢̧̰͇̤̬̭͉̻̹̩̦̦̎̋̏͑̾̾̔̋̆̾͛͝ͅ

Ah...

Shut up.

Y̴͎͕̪͇̰̤͚͎̐̃̊̽̈́͆͐̏͑͐͊͠ò̴̧̢̖͇͓͉̭̲̫̹̥͉͓͎u̶̧̡̢̙̫̭̻̤̹̜̟͑̈́'̶̡͎̦̺͈͈̫̳̘̲͙͖̫̹͂̃̒̑̽̏̃͌r̵̢̢̨̠͈̰̒̍̍̕͘̕e̵̮̞̞̮̹̝̟͔̒̽̓ ̵̡̹̗̦͈̠̮̳͍͍̱̯̎̽̐͌̈́̿̀͊͛̃̓̓̎̈͝ͅâ̴̛̟̩̪̼̈́ ̴̧̯̠̪̟͎͍̲̼̬͎̞̩͙͓͛͌̆̈́̎̑̈̾͐̎͐̃͛m̶̢̜̫̞̗͔̂ụ̸̡̬͎͎̇̒͜ͅr̸̨̩͓̯͖̫̬̱̳̝͇͓̮̅̏͛̂̓̏͒̿̐͜͝͝d̴̹͎̩̫̞̣͈̆ě̵̢̡̖̭̝̫͍͉̻̽͐̓̽̂̄̀͘͝ŕ̷̢̥̦͔̩̱̲̦̖̭̬̝͚̲͎͐͒̊̔̾̀̏̍e̶̫̦̘͐͑͑̈́̀̆͂͑͂͘͝r̵̜̹̭̱̞͎̘͊̓̐̐̀͑̈́̓͛̈́̓̓͒̈͜͝ͅ.̵̡̛̯͓͛͑̐̌̀͛̍͌̀̍̑̏͘͠

That's nice; I'm pretty sure there are supernaturals who've killed more than me.

Ỳ̸̨͖̺̪̗̘̜̺̟̇͜ơ̸̢͔̦̞̗̝̩̬̲̗͓͎̺̂̽̄̏̀̍̄͂̋̿̈́̈́͠ư̵͔̪̙̰͔̤̣̮͇͙͚͖̈́͒́̈́͗͝͠ ̴̧̼̹͖̙͔̎̈̓̈̌̃̈́̃͜͝t̶͚̼͔̫͔̀͒̔̊͒͌̿̔̒͂̀͌̑͠h̵̡̞͠͝i̵͉̩̽̃̓̏̎̒̎̾̎̈͐͝͠ņ̵̡͓̩̳̺͈͓̙̽̾̀̾̈́́̎̑̈̋͜͠͠k̸̛͎̪͎̮̬̹̙̹̝͔͕͑̑̌̉̔̆̆̄̔͑̏͑̚͝ ̷̜̠̺̘̘̹͋̓̌͘ẗ̴̢̠̥̱́͒̔̒̏h̴̟̰̩̑̎̇̅̀͠͝é̸͉̬͆͂͛̋̉͘͘͝͝͠y̶̡̢͓͎̬͎̯͕̗̙̮̳̼̥̆͛̒͋ ̴̞̲͗͂̀̑̊̆̃̈́̑͛̕̚̕͜͝c̶̛̜̠̟̣̰̖͎̏̀͜͠͝a̸̭̩̦̱̒͗̀͆̌́̉̕͜ŗ̸̨̪͔̓e̶̥̜̯̟͆̎͌̊͛͗̃̐̀͊̈͝͝ ̷̢̟̜̙̘̱̟̞͙͌͒̆̏̀͋́̈̂̚ͅf̵̗̠̙͕̙̺̌̀̒͊̉o̷̢͈͚̳̻̙͈̻̱͈̼̱̣̜͈̐͒̇̈́́r̶̢̨͓͙̞̩̎̾ ̷̰̭̯͊̃̑̈ͅy̸̟̤̯̠͉̋͆ở̴̡̞̪̺͈͇̰̣̝̽͒̈́̂̈́̈́͗̐̓̓̀̕͝u̴̡̨̯̤̫͍̐̋̍͜?̴̢͖͈͖̠̭̱̗̫̺̮̯̲́̂̈́͐̈́̒̊͜