Chapter 14: The animal
She exhales slowly, a deep breath that seems to settle something inside her. Her gray eyes study me, calm but determined, as if she’s preparing herself for the weight of her own words.
"Do you not remember meeting me months ago?" she asks.
I hesitate.
Because I should say no.
I don’t remember meeting her.
At least, I shouldn’t.
But something holds me back.
Because for months, she’s been there. In my dreams, in the flashes of memory that don’t make sense. I remember the way her skin glowed under the moonlight, the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the way my pulse thundered in my ears.
And I remember teeth.
Biting.Heat.I shove the memory away, forcing myself back to the present.
She watches me closely, as if waiting for recognition to flicker across my face.
"Well," she continues, voice steady, "we did. You bit me. We’re mates."