The Night Wolf novel Chapter 95

Willow clutched the door and exhaled loudly, her face red from perspiration, her limbs numb, her hair which had been neat five minutes ago were back to square one. Forcing her legs to walk, Willow finally reached in front of the room number 6011. She knocked softly.

The door opened, after what felt like ages, Willow shut her eyes tightly before opening them. When she saw the man before her, she inhaled sharply, her eyes locked on his bare collar, where a tiny star rested. Almost reflexively she said, "Mate."

Then Willow collapsed.

Rowan woke up to someone knocking on his door, he dazedly stared at the door, confused at what was reality and what was not. In his dream, which was more like a nightmare, he saw Willow making out with Hunter in her bedroom, no matter how many times he yelled at them to stop, they didn't move, then Willow finally looked over at him and yelled, "Monster", Rowan felt his heart breaking over and over again, he didn't like the thought of Willow with someone else, be it Hunter or anyone, he hated even thinking about it nor did he want her to think of him as a monster.

That day after he had killed Easton, his older brother, Rowan had looked everywhere, but he couldn't find Willow, up in the attic he had found two Vampires tied up and a faint smell of Willow lingered in the air, the spell to conceal her scent had come off. As he had walked out, in a hurry, he felt felt something shooting his way, as a reflex he fought it, only to find that it was an acorn. Inside the acorn was a note that read, 'I dropped her in her room.' without guessing much, Rowan knew who sent him the note, the only faerie who had been on site.

Rowan had rushed back to Willow's house and there he found her lying in her room, her wrists bruised and her face pale. He he didn't know whether he should wake her up or not, but then he smelled something that was off on her, just then there was another acorn on her side table which said that she had an intake of Easton's blood. Fear rushed in him, but he calmed himself down and called Georgia the witch, who was the Royal healer.

Rowan shook the thought out of his head and headed over to the door, he didn't know why but he suddenly started feeling restless. He peeked through the peephole to find the person he had been dreaming of, standing outside.

Rowan sprinted for the washroom and washed his face but he didn't want to waste time shaving the facial hair. Rowan rushed to the closet and grabbed a clean t-shirt, which he had bought after moving into the apartment.

Before he opened the door he disposed the last night's takeaway and beer bottles and the blood pack. Ever since he had been born, he had never done chores or any sort of household activities, so living here had been a big challenge for him. He had hired a cleaner, who came thrice a week to clean the house, he had thought of hiring a full time worker, but he felt it would be a nuisance.

When Rowan opened, Willow's red face came in his vision and her scent which had been faint behind the door, hit him hard, calming him immediately, but then, he noticed that her smell was strong, stronger than usual.