Elsa Laroche is part human, part wolf. She and her pack rule half the territory in her town. The other half is ruled by their rival pack, the Starks. But when Elsa and one of the Stark alphas begin to fall for each other, they must decide what to...
"It's hard when you know shouldn't hold on and yet you're too in love to let go." ~Unknown
Anna had to pull me out of the room. I felt a twinge of jealousy as I watched Callie hold Spencer's hand just before I disappeared into the hallway, losing sight of them. The two of us were led to a guest bedroom of burgundy and white. It was gorgeous and reminded me of something my mom would like.
"Here, take these and take a shower." Mrs. Stark handed both of us a pair of sweatpants and a tank top along with an exceptionally plush towel. "There are robes in there you can wear while I wash your clothes. I'm sure I can find some makeup or something if you need it. I know us wolves are sticklers on appearance, no matter what pack we come from. Lily, stay here and keep an eye on them."
Anna grabbed them, thanked her, and darted into the bathroom, leaving me by myself with Lily and the departing Mrs. Stark.
"Mrs. Stark, why are you helping us? You wanted to kill us earlier," I said. I wasn't angry, nor did I sound rude (hopefully), I was just genuinely curious. She was acting almost motherly toward us, and it made me suspicious of her intentions.
"You saved my son's life. That is why you two are not dead yet. And for some reason, Dom has put you two under his protection. When you're done, come downstairs. We have questions for you."
I turned the towel over thoughtfully in my hands. "Thank you for being kind to us. I know it's difficult when you hate us."
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Mrs. Stark opened her mouth, about to say something, but seemed to decide otherwise, instead, nodding in acceptance of my statement.
Then she left.
I sat down on the hardwood floor so I wouldn't get blood on the rug or the bedspread. They looked expensive.
Lily sat on the edge of the bed, poised and perfect. She pushed her sleek brown hair- the same dark chocolate shade as her mother's- behind her ear. Her blue eyes bore into me, making me feel slightly self-conscious, not about my appearance, but that she could see every thought running through my head.
Rather than asking me anything, though, she got up and pulled something out of the vanity drawer. Lily handed me a wet wipe. I must've given her a 'what the hell' look because she said, "I can't continue looking at the blood on your face. Not when I can smell it as my brother's."
"Oh... sorry. I didn't realize," I confessed. I wiped my face and could feel the dried up blood coming off. "If I'd known, I would've taken it off sooner. I didn't mean to cause you any discomfort."
"Why was my brother holding your face?" She asked bluntly. Her tone insinuated any lies would be detected and any of the lies I told, I'd be punished for.
"People do things strange things when they're about to die," I said carefully. "He must've been hallucinating or something, and seeing me as the person he loved. He did lose a lot of blood."
