Broken Nightmare

Chapter 8

  "Then who was it?"

Without another word, Nathan stormed out of my room, coming back a few seconds later with his phone clenched in his enormous hand so hard, I thought it might break. My body was visibly shaking, but he either didn't notice or didn't care, because he was talking on the phone, almost yelling. I didn't even try to pay attention to the words he was shouting into the phone.

The door swung open and a familiar gorgeous body sauntered in. "What on earth are you two doing in here? I can't sleep with all this racket," Hyene sleepily droned, complaining and obviously wanting us to shut-up so she could get back to bed.

Nathan pulled his phone away from his face for only a second. "I think the Keepers found us. Well, Claire, somehow," without a second wasted, he yanked the phone back down to his mouth and kept talking.

Hyene's jaw dropped and eyes widened. Well, she was awake. The quickness of her speed to Nathan made me queasy, but then I just blamed my shocked state for making things up. Or maybe that was another Werewolf ability? Whatever it was, it was over. "You speaking to Stephan? What does he think?"

Nathan put his back to her and kept talking into the phone. She dismissed his rude attitude and turned to me. "Elana, why don't you go take a shower and get cleaned up, we will take care of this."

I nodded numbly and sulked to the shower, Hyene following me to make sure I made it there, as if I would trip and accidentally kill myself on the way there. Actually, that was a possibility.

I stepped into the bathroom and Hyene waited out as I closed the door, offering her a small, reassuring smile. She returned the same smile as I closed the door all the way and locked it. Sitting on the counter by the sink was a pair of sweats and a simple blue T-shirt. I reached to the side and turned the shower knob, waiting for the water to get hot before I stripped down and stepped into the lukewarm water. The pleasant drops hit my back in a hypnotizing matter, massaging my tense muscles. I didn't dare look down at the water for fear of how black it would be.

I found some shampoo and conditioner on the shelf and squeezed each one in my hand. Nathan.

I'm not obsessing, the hair moisturizer had Nathan's smell all over it. The watermelon scent filled the bathroom as I squeezed just a little into my hand.

I quickly forced my brain to stop thinking of him and finish up quickly. Sure, he seemed perfect . . . besides his bi-polar attitude . . . but did that really qualify him enough for me to think about him this much?

I finished up quickly, needing a distraction from the perfect man that I've discovered earlier today. Or yesterday? What time is it?

Everything in this house was expensive and the definition of perfection—including the towels. The soft plush cloth wrapped my body like clouds, that alone almost making me fall asleep. I regretfully dropped it, knowing I wouldn't actually be able to fall asleep without knowing what is going on.

When I stepped back into the hallway, the lights were bursting through the dark like a knife—sharp and direct. A single set of flip flops and a light jacket lay right outside the bathroom, and I quickly slipped them on. The flip-flops were a little big on me and the jacket a bit too small, but it did the job. A buzzing noise was coming from downstairs, filling the halls with noise. Some voices were muffled, some just speaking, others yelling. Taking a step towards the stairs to find out what was wrong, I started making out familiar voices. Hyene, Stephan, and even Nathan. Yet, there were still others that were unfamiliar to me.

My foot hit the tile on the foyer lightly and I slowly made my way to where the noise was coming from. At first I thought it was coming from the family room behind the foyer, but then I realized it was coming from the kitchen. Making my steps light again, I scampered to the kitchen.