“Wow, you really like cake.”
I looked up from my absolutely delicious cake and gave a smile filled with mostly icing and and cake crumbs.
“I haven’t had it for three years, what do you expect?”
Christopher laughed and took some icing from my cake.
Oh no he didn’t. I’m sorry, when I’m eating, you don’t take my food. Even if it’s just a little bit.
“What on earth do you think you’re doing,” I asked sternly.
He froze with the icing inches from his mouth. “Eating cake?”
I shook my head ferociously. “Not just any cake. My cake. You know I could sue you for that? Do you want to go to prison? Do you want to rot in a cell for the rest of your life?”
His mouth twitched upwards a little. “What? Do you want your precious icing back?”
I nodded. “I don’t just want it. I need it.”
He laughed and smeared the icing on my nose. “There, now you have it back.”
My eyes widened. “Do you know what you just did? You killed it! How am I supposed to eat it now?”
He began to smirk. “I can still eat it.”
He-he can what?
I stood from my new bed, placing the cake that was on a plate down gently and began blushing. “What-what are you talking about?”
He began to laugh and stood up. “Gosh Diana, you’re so gullible.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t trust you.”
He put his hand over his heart and gave a look of mock hurt. “Ouch, you’re so harsh.”
I laughed and soon enough he did to.
I can’t believe it was still the day I was looking for berries. It felt so long, like I’ve been here for months.
An arm wrapping around my waist snapped me from my reverie. I turned my head to a smirking Christopher.
“Or maybe I was just joking that I was joking.”
I nearly jumped back and hit my dresser. A blush began to creep up my neck.
“H-hey now. It’s only been a day! Let’s not get to hasty or go to fast.”
He chuckled and took a step closer.
‘Umm Diana, you should run.’
That was my cue. I turned and darted out of the bedroom, Christopher’s laughter echoing through the halls.
“You can run, but you can’t hide!”
That’s not creepy at all.
I decided not to go down the stairs, he could trap me down there, so I continued to run through the halls, passing room after room.
I met a dead in. The only thing in front of me was a huge door.
‘Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t go in there.’
“But, he’s after me. Where do I go?” I asked silently.
Before my wolf could answer, Christopher’s laughter echoed again, but this time sounding louder and closer.
Without thinking, I opened the giant door and ran in.
I looked around. There was a huge window with the sunset in view-huh, that late already?- a desk with papers on it, filing cabinets, a huge wardrobe, and a book shelf.
An office?
‘Of course it is.’
I shook my head and got back to reality. Christopher was chasing me and I needed to hide, fast.
I ran over to the desk, hoping to fit under it. But then realization dawned on me. He would find me easily and quickly.
Just before I turned around, something caught my eye on the desk. A file labeled Rouge Attacks.
I got closer and began to read.
Lately there have been rouge attacks on nearby packs and territories. Surrounding packs have been informed to be cautious and have extra wolves guarding their own perimeters and borders. Be aware that the rouges have been in large groups lately, also, be advised that when one comes into view, do not, under any circumstances, take it head on.
I turned the page and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. There were pictures. The label was Seen Rouges.
My eyes began to scan. I knew none of these people. They were all strangers. But then my eyes stopped at picture that made my heart nearly stop. I could recognize the brown hair and hazel eyes anywhere. But I thought he was gone. I thought he left when he cause the death of my pack.
Paul.
I looked at the labels below his picture.
Unknown rouge.
Travel with large group.
Shows multiple threats so far.
Possibly a leader.
Paul was alive. And he was somewhere out there, probably following the command of his mate.
The rattling of a doorknob caught my attention. I quickly flipped the page back to it’s cover and ran to the wardrobe. Without thinking, I opened the door and dove into the darkness. I quickly shut the wardrobe doors and backed up until my back was up against the wall. I knew that if he opened the wardrobe doors, he wouldn’t see me at first because I was behind suits that hung on hangers.
My heart began to hammer against my chest. I really didn’t want him to find me.
My controlled my breathing just as I heard footsteps enter the room. “Come out come out where ever you are.”
Again, not creepy at all.
I suppressed a laugh. Geeze, this was harder than I thought.
‘No dip Sherlock!’
I ignored Sofia’s comment and continued to listen. But then, the footsteps subsided. There was no creaking or squeaking, nothing. Maybe he left?
I peeked through the suits, but then realized the wardrobe door was shut, I wouldn’t be able to see anything.
Before I knew it the wardrobe doors were flung open, revealing a smirking Christopher. But then his smirk quickly vanished. “Huh, I thought she was in here.’
Yes! The suits camouflaged me perfectly! I am invincible!
He was about to shut the doors until he froze. He just stood there, peering straight at me, yet he couldn’t see me. Then his smirk reappeared. “Is that icing I smell?”
Dang! How good is his sense of smell?
He reached his hand in, skimming my arm. I thought I was safe until I felt the sudden shocks engulf my arm. Shoot.
“Got ya.”
He reached his other hand in and grabbed me. I couldn’t help but squeal with delight.
He began to pull me out, a smirk still evident on his face. “All I want is that icing.”
“Noooo, it’s dead! It’s poisoned! You can’t have it!”
He pulled me out until he had me right in front of him. Then he began to laugh. That was my chance. I darted from him and tried to get to the door. Note, I tried.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said as I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back.
“No!” I playfully screeched.
He threw me onto his shoulder and started to make his way out of the room. I began to kick and screech playfully. “Let go you evil monster!”
He chuckled. “You’re like a kid not wanting to go to bed.”
“Nuh huh!”
He laughed. “There is my proof.”
I gave up and stopped kicking. It was hopeless. He was going to eat the icing.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you.”
He exited the office a began down the hall. “Now why would I do that?”
I heaved a sigh. “Because you want my icing.”
He laughed. “I already had some.”
He did?
Oh right! He had some at that after party thing.
“Right. At the appointing thing.”
I could feel him shake his head. How? Well, I was on his shoulder getting a view of his butt, not able to see him shake his head but feel it.
“Well yeah, but when you ran out of the room I simply took some from your cake.”
My head shot up. He did what now?
‘Its just icing,’ Sofia mumbled.
I ignored her.
“You mean to tell me, you had some of my cake?”
I felt him nod as I lowered my head. “You’re a monster.” I whispered.
He turned into a door and set me down. I turned and noticed that we were in my room. But then I saw a horrifying sight. My cake was gone and all that remained was the plate and crumbs.
“Y-you ate my cake?”
I could sense he was smiling. “Time for bed Diana. No sweets until tomorrow.”
I couldn’t get over the fact that he ate my cake. “But, you ate my cake?”
I felt his arms on my shoulders as he began to steer me to my bed. “I put some pajamas on the bed for you. Go ahead and change then go to bed.”
“But, my cake?”
He laughed. “You might get another one in the morning.”
I turned to him. “Cake?”
He nodded as he continued to laugh. “Yes, but you have to sleep first.”
I took the plate off the bed and gave it to him. Then I picked up the pajamas he laid on my bed. Well, I wouldn’t exactly call them pajamas. They were cargo shorts and a man’s t-shirt.
“These are pajamas?” I asked while turning back to him. He smiled and nodded. “For now.” Then he began to walk out of the room, but he stopped at the door and looked at me with a genuine smile. “Good night Diana.”
I couldn’t help but blush. Why? I really don’t know.
“G-good night.”
His smile got bigger. Then her turned and went out the door, closing it behind him.4
I quickly brought my hands up to my face. Was I hot? Like literally burning on my face?
I turned to the mirror. Even though I looked like a giant smudge, I noticed how red my face was. How did he have this affect on me?
‘Ah, young love.’
I mumbled. “Shut up Sofia, you love him to.”
I turned to my bed and slipped my dress off. Then I put on the huge t-shirt and cargo shorts. Wow, they smell so much like him.
I crawled into the bed and snuggled with one of the pillows. Everything smelled exactly like him, even the bed.
I closed my eyes as a small smile found it’s way onto my lips. Good night, Christopher.
As I was falling asleep, Christopher’s voice entered my head. Good night beautiful.