We land in an unfamiliar room.
I frown. "Where are we?"
"My room." As soon as he says that, my eyes begin to adjust, and I realize we are indeed in his room, the only time I've been in here having been when I was arguing with him about Mila.
"Why?"
Killian's face is blank, but his eyes are darker than usual. "It's where we're sleeping tonight."
"Killian-" I begin to protest.
"Not in the mood for arguing with you right now, Katrina."
His face is like stone: cold and unyielding. He looks... scary.
Maybe it's because of his frosty tone, dark eyes, or because I just watched him almost kill a vampire like it was the easiest task in the world, but he was genuinely terrifying right now. Enough so that I don't argue.
I gulp. "I have to shower, I'll be right back."
"No. Use mine."
I was expecting him to say that with a smirk, or maybe have amusement flickering in his eyes, but everything about him is cold. "I need to change into fresh clothes."
"I'll get you some. You're not leaving."
Wordlessly, I nod. I'm too terrified to say anything else.
He disappears, and I don't see him reappear in front of me. Instead, he walks out of his closet, and hands me a stack of clothes.
"Bathroom is behind you," he says shortly, his face unchanging.
I'm shaking slightly when I close the door behind me. After seeing him with Dorian today, he's not just Killian.
He's Killian, Alpha of Crimson Shadow, the Ultimum Viatorem.
I don't know what to think of that.
I take my time showering, not wanting to face him when he's like that. I half-expect him to pop up in the shower to freak me out, but he doesn't.
Sighing, I finally turn off the water and dry off. When I look at the stack of clothes, the first thing I wonder about is what undergarments he selected from my room, anticipating him to choose the raunchiest thing I own.
But he didn't.
The clothes he brought were normal. A pair of shorts, non-risqué undergarments, and a black t-shirt.
I frown at the shirt, realizing that it isn't mine. I sniff it, and sure enough it's Killian's. He must not have seen my drawer full of my own.
I put on the clothes and go back into the bedroom, where Killian is laying on the bed. His bed.
His eyes are closed, and he doesn't open them when I crawl into bed next to him, nor attempt to touch me.
We lay in silence for a few minutes.
"Are you mad at me?" I ask suddenly.
"Yes."
I frown. "Why?"
"Many reasons, Katrina."
"Starting with?"
"Today."
"Can you be more specific?" My heart races.
"Which reason would you like first?" No signs of joking, just a steely tone and expressionless face.
I gulp. "Whatever you're most angry about."
"When I realized you were missing, I tracked your scent to the edge of my borders."
YOU ARE READING
Between the Dimensions✔️
Werewolf[COMPLETED] Katrina Parker has never been normal, even by werewolf standards. An outcast, ostracized by her pack because of her unique Gift: the uncanny ability to see the future. After finding out that her mate has impregnated her sister, she reje...