Chapter 192
Darian carried me to the shower and washed me off before he put me in bed and covered me. He placed a kiss on my head and mumbled something but I was too exhausted to hear him and my eyes closed before I could fathom what was happening.
I opened my eyes and looked around but where was I? I didn’t recognize anything around me. There was a lit fire in a small fireplace against a wall where a pot hung from metal hooks. It was dark and gloomy, with a single carpet in the center of the cottage and furs placed all around. The bed I was lying on was hard and when I looked down I realized that there was no mattress, just thick fur, and blankets.
Don’t freak out, there is an explanation for this.
“Hello?”
It was a one-bedroom cottage with no place for anyone to be hiding.
“Darian?”
No answer.
I didn’t smell anything either, not from the fire or from the fur or the scents of whoever lived here.
Panicking wouldn’t do me any good so I decided to take a look around. The last thing I remembered was Darian putting the covers over me,
But where was he?
that’s it.
Where was I?
I set my feet down on the cold floor and realized that I was barefoot but covering my body was a white nightgown. The material was thick and warm and not something I owned.
What the hell kind of a universal shift was this? Maybe the Gods were playing a trick on me, or maybe they wanted to show me something.
Maybe I wandered out in my sleep or maybe someone had taken me. So many maybes and so few answers.
“Trixy, where the hell are we?” Odd, she wasn’t answering.
“Trixy?”
It’s not just that she wasn’t answering but I also couldn’t feel her presence.
The door to the cottage opened up, squealing loudly on the rusty hinges before it closed and a hooded man walked in. He walked over to the fire and I stood up straight.
“Who are you?” I asked stretched my fingers. Claws were supposed to come out but when I looked down all I saw were my natural nails.
I scanned my hands and flipped them over. Nothing was out of the ordinary except I had no fucking claws.
I had no claws and no wolf.
I looked back at the man who was emptying a porridge-looking blend into the pot and stirred it with a wooden spoon.
Had I somehow traveled back in time?
The man lifted his hands and removed his hood. It couldn’t be…a gasp left my lips and I staggered back.
He turned his head but it twitched and I saw three faces before they merged and he eventually looked at me.
“Angus,” I whispered under my breath.
Chapter 192
Alive and unharmed but that wasn’t reality. I watched him die and get dragged off.
I was losing my mind, I had to be, why else would I see a dead man in a cottage while I stood dressed in a nightgown?
He rose from the makeshift cushion he sat on, every moment took three times as long- it was like a glitch in reality and right when I blinked he stood in front of me. So close that if he were alive I would be able to smell the pine tree scent he had.
Angus smiled softly but a shadow rapidly twisted his features and darkened his smile before his lips turned down and his eyes widened in a warning.
“They’re coming,” he whispered.
Angus leaned in. “They’re coming!” His loud voice pierced my ears and shook my brain.
My eyes darted open and I flew up in panic and heaved on the bed.
The Alpha’s Hunt
