Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

FIFTY-TWO

"Do you remember it?" I asked.

"Yes," Ethan replied.

"Has it changed?"

"Yes."

"How so?"

"They're older."

It was then that I saw the older couple standing in the front door way. The woman had her hand braced on her chest, as though she wasn't sure what to believe. The man held the woman in a way that said they were together. They were dressed like they were about to go out and have lunch in a high end restaurant.

Facing the older couple, I realised that I was about to loose Ethan. He was home. It was only the knowledge that Ethan would not leave me behind that kept me standing tall besides him. But bringing him home meant that he was no longer just mine any more, he was his family's too. I cringed a little when I realised that Ethan's jealously had rubbed off onto me.

It was the older couple that moved first, or more specifically, it was the lady, she stumbled down the porch steps in shock, her eyes never leaving Ethan's face. "Ethan..." her voice was soft, and gentle, a voice that with one wrong word could turn the voice into one of agony and despair.

I turned to Ethan when he didn't reply to see something that I had never seen before: longing. It spread across his features like a wave crashing against the sands of the beach. His hand that wasn't touching me stretched out towards the woman, slowly, like he couldn't believe that she was standing in front of him. It was her that started to cry, launching herself at him, so that he had to catch her, less she make them both topple over.

"Oh, god, it is you, Ethan! It is you!" she started crying harder. "I've missed you, so much, my sweet, sweet boy. Where have you been? Why did you go? I've missed you so much, Ethan!"

I felt my own cheeks dampen at the sight of a woman who had just found her son ten years later. The man that had been with the lady stepped forward as the lady released Ethan to pull Ethan into a hug as well, unlike the woman, this man said nothing, instead, he showed what he thought as he clutched his son close.

Turning back to look at the lady, I saw her staring at me in open curiosity. But that was also when I saw the wolf creature. Golden black fur, intent eyes... focused.

"Ethan," I called, instinct had me backing away.

Ethan heard the fear in my voice and turned to look at me backing away, to then look at what I was staring at, at the sight of the wolf, he tensed, slowly making his way over to me. But I was so confused, why were the rest of them just standing there? There was a wolf eyeing us up, it's breaths getting sharper with excitement in preparation of a chase.

"Get in the car, Morgan," Ethan told me. I listened, turning, I fled to the car, I heard a bark then a stream of shouting voices. Panic had me yanking franticly at the car door, it was Ethan that opened it, he forcefully pushed me inside, just jumping in himself before he managed to close the door behind him. The wolf barked, over and over outside the car door... and the people were staring at us in shock.

It was Derek ordering Jack to take the 'dog' inside the house that had terror blinded me. Why would they go near the wolf, they were treating it like a house dog–

Jack grabbed the wolfs scruff so that he wouldn't hurt the creature, and the wolf obeyed the tugs to be lead back inside the house. I was frozen solid. Ethan's warmth was the only thing that fought the memories of running through the trees in terror from the wolf like creatures.

I screamed when someone tried opening the door, Ethan fought them with a snarl, keeping us closed and protected in the car.

"Ethan?" a female voice too soft for the thick, closed in trees that clawed to keep you lost in the trees. "Ethan?"

A roar in the car made me jump as Ethan gripped his head, yanking on his hair. Nightmares and reality were mixing until the truth was unknown. What was real? What was true? Were we in the forest with the cave? Or were we in France? Or England?

"Ethan?"