Destiny (COMPLETED) - Werewolf Romance

Chapter 20

Clara opened the bathroom door slowly, gripping a towel round her body. She lost track of time in the shower; she'd ended up sitting in there for over half an hour. Her skin was ice cold and she was shivering slightly. As soon as the door opened Drew spun round to face her. Concern written over every inch of his face. He stood in nothing but his boxers, but Clara didn't take any notice of the way his muscles were tensing as he tried to hold back from walking over to her.

"I... erm... I need to show you something." Clara stuttered before she walked over to the drawers and pulled out a top and some pants. She slipped on one of Drew's large white tops and let go of the towel before slipping into the underwear. Drew watched, but for once seeing her in nothing but his top and some underwear didn't turn him on. She turned round to face him but looked down at the floor.

"Clara, what is it? What's wrong?" He asked, he couldn't hide the clear worry that was thick in his voice as he spoke. Clara didn't look up, instead she walked over, took his hand and led him to the bed. They both sat down at the edge of, Drew sat patiently waiting for her to speak.

"Please, don't freak out. I don't know how but..." She lifted up the edge of the top revealing the red scratched word on her skin. Drew's eyes went from her face down to her stomach. A mix of anger, confusion and panic filled him. Nobody had been in the room, she'd only had a nightmare, how on earth had that gotten on her skin? He stood up from the bed and began pacing the room, trying to workout how this could have happened.
"Drew I-" Drew cut her off before she could finish.

"Does it hurt? When you were dreaming was that done or did he do that to you? Does it hurt?" He repeated the first question, worried if she was in pain. If she was, he'd call the pack doctor, but even if she wasn't, he was tempted to call him to try and get some kind of explanation as to how that could have happened.

"A bit, it's a bit sore. You woke me up just as he began to do it." Drew couldn't bring himself to look up at her. She had done nothing wrong, but he was filled with guilt. If only he'd woken her up sooner, but he didn't even realise she was having a nightmare until she started screaming. How had he not realised? Why didn't he wake her up earlier? Thoughts of guilt and concern flooded his thoughts.
"Why now? I haven't had anything for two weeks, why did this happen tonight? I don't understand. What does this mean?" Unlike Drew, Clara voiced her thoughts of confusion.
"What if I was right about the first one? What if they're not dreams but something more? Will Maggie know anything about this kind of stuff? No, forget that, it's too late to wake her up now. We can talk to them about it tomorrow. But what do we do Drew? What do I do?" Clara stood up and took his hand to stop him from pacing back and forth. He froze to her touch and stood in front of her. Blowing out a deep breath and placing a light kiss on her forehead, he stood unsure of what to do.

"I'm not sure love. I don't know what any of this means. It's got to be more than just a dream but I don't know what it is. Why don't you go back to bed? I'm going to head down to the library and see if I can find anything about this kind of stuff." He dropped Clara's hand and turned to grab some clothes out of the wardrobe.

"No, I... I want to come with you. I want to help, and there's no way I'm going to be able to sleep anymore after that." Drew turned round and raised an eyebrow at how keen she was to go to the library with him.
"Please?" She whispered slightly. He nodded his head and grabbed her some clothes. She smiled and threw them on. She may have been a mess after the nightmare, but she'd gotten the cries out of her system in the shower and now all she wanted was answers, and to nail this guy as quickly as possible.

Once they were both dressed Drew took Clara's hand and they headed out the room, he stopped to ask the guards that were stationed outside the bedroom to hold back a moment before continuing to head down the hallway with Clara in tow. He took her down the stairs and through a doorway on the opposite side of the hall to the office. As soon as it opened Clara was amazed. There were shelves stacked high with books, and on either side of the room were sets of spiral staircases that led up to a second floor of bookshelves filled to the brim. Down the middle of the room stood a few tables and a couple of desks with small lamps. It was huge and cosy. A deep red rug covered the wooden floorboards, and large scarlet red drapes covered the windows. A large glass chandelier hung from the ceiling, when Drew turned on one of the lamps Clara could see it wasn't an electric one but had candles in it that needed to be lit. Drew watched Clara as she looked around the room, taking in the pure beauty of it all. She stood taking in the beauty of the room whilst he stood taking in all her beauty. Her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back, her blue eyes glinting in the dim lighting, and the light trace of freckles that dusted her nose and cheeks. When she turned to look at him her cheeks blushed slightly at his intent stare. No matter how much time she'd spent with him over the past five weeks she couldn't get used to the butterflies in her stomach when he looked at her the way he was.