"You were eavesdropping on me," he asked.

I shivered in fear, like, my whole body started racking. He had his fists clenched and his eyes somehow got darker.

How do you get darker than black?

"I-I, er-..."

I couldn't get my tongue to move right. Anger seemed to radiate off of him in waves that nearly knocked me off my feet.

Or was that my trembling legs that almost made me fall?

He took a step closer and I actually did fall. I tripped and started to crawl backwards until I bumped into something hard. A low growl eminated from his throat and a whimper came from mine.

"Please, don't hurt me," I whispered, fear eminating from me.

Then, something happened.

He stopped.

He looked... hurt?

"You think I'd hurt you," he said the word hurt like it was poison," You think I'd touch you with pain intended?"

I didn't say anything, I was too busy shaking at the newfound fear.

"Take her to her room," he growled lowly at someone standing behind him. I didn't bother to see who it was as all I knew here were the blond haired sisters, Catherine and Mike's brother.

And Mike.

A girl with dark skin and light hair came to me and pulled my arm, urging me to stand and walk with her back upstairs. The hallway seemed darker when we reached the top step, like it knew of my emotions and was playing on them to make this place seem awful.

The door for my room somehow opened, I believe the girl did it. She gave me a sad look before closing the door on me.

I was alone.

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My nerves eventually wore down to just a jittery feeling and I fell asleep, all prior need to leave this place and curiosity towards the people inside gone as pure exhaustion met me.

A dark sleep isn't normal for me, normally I would dream when I sleep, but that's all I met when my eyes closed. In fact, it almost startled me when I was woke up and tried to think back to my dream later on. I didn't have time to really think about it before that because it was Catherine who woke me.

She also brought a cup of coffee and a croissant.

"Thank you," I whispered as I picked up the cup.

"I called your father and asked him how you like your coffee," I looked up at her, shocked that she called my father," Don't worry, I told him that you went to a party and you were staying at a friend."

"How did you get his phone number?"

"I just called the bakery. I may be old but I can use a computer, you know."

"I guess so. Thank you."

"You're going to be my duaghter in law one day, I should know how you take your coffee."

"I think that's a little soon."

"Please, my dear, would you want me to explain this further? You don't seem to understand it."

"Yes, please," I replied, eager to understand these... things more.

"Well," she started, her face managing to light up and scrunch into a look of concentration all at once," The first werewolf was created by our deity- the huntress- she made 3, Xena, Horatia and Ara. Ara, the smallest of the wolves, was so lonely that the huntress granted her a wish."

"What did she wish for," I asked in a small voice, I felt like a small child being told an extravagant story before bed.

"She wished for true love."

"She did?"

"Yes," Catherine smiled and closed her eyes, her hands moving to clasp over her heart," And the huntress was so moved by her request that she not only granted it, but she made every werewolf have the ability to find their mate."

"How do they find them?"

"It's all part of the huntresses grand scheme. She makes it so we meet our mate at one point or another, almost every wolf is blessed with the chance to meet their mate."

"And those who don't?"

"They turn into sad, hard creatures who do not know how to love. Take Alpha Phillip, for example, he is the Alpha of the Hvid Skoken pack in Greenland. He never found his mate and now he's the cruelest, coldest Alpha I've ever crossed paths with."

"He sounds horrible."

"He is, dear. I pray you won't ever have the misfortune of crossing paths with him."

I sat in silence for a long moment, thinking about what she'd said. If it was true, then I'm here as a product of a thousand year old wish from a lonely beast. If its not then their all delusional and I'm stuck in a house of lunatics.

Great options, I know.

"So," I started," Lets say I believe you. How exactly can Mike tell that I'm his mate? What if he's mistaken."

"I do not know what its like for my son, he mated a human and I mated a wolf. I have no idea if what he feels is different from what I feel. He's not exactly the type to talk about his feelings."

"What do you feel then?"

"Bliss. There is nothing in this world quite like finding your mate. There are tingles and sensations like nothing you've ever felt before. Tell Mr dear, can you feel them? Does a human feel it?"

I thought about when Mike kissed me in the bakery. What had I felt? Certainly no tingles or sensations.

But.... Maybe it was blissful?

I shook my head, trying so hard to hold onto the reality of this and not fall into this werewolf fantasy world they all live in.

"No, no I don't feel it."