Mira's POV
I rolled to my side. I didn't sleep. I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his hand around my throat again.
I rubbed my neck. The pressure had died down long ago. Everything was wired to me. His eyes changed, the warning he gave.
A knock hit the door and I sat up immediately. "I'm coming," I said, rushing to the door and opening it.
Standing there was Maya. She was a young maid about the same age as me with blonde hair.
"Come out" she commanded. I didn't argue. "We have to attend to the master."
I paused. "The master. What happened to him?"
She spoke fast. "He's not himself. Everyone has been trying to get him cooled off but it's not working."
"Mira, move your ass," she yelled. I ran to her and followed her and stopped in front of the double doors.
The door opened and three maids ran out crying.
"What's wrong with them?" I asked.
"Shh. Don't ask questions," she whispered and walked in. I followed and the door closed.
"We're here, master," Maya said. A loud animal-like growl followed. I swallowed and stepped back.
"Get out!!!" The voice thundered. It was deep, darker than anything I had ever heard and my legs shook.
"But, master…" Maya argued. Her words hung in her throat as a dark furred beast stepped into the light. Its dark presence and loud banging steps forced out a scream from me.
It turned to me and my stomach churned. The blood dripped down his bruised face. Maya ran to the dorka and banged on it.
"Who gave you the permission to come in here?" He asked, his clawed finger pointed at me.
"I…" I forced out but my will dropped. I ran to the door, dragging it open.
Maya and I fought to leave but she pushed me hard and ran out, closing the door behind her.
"Pleade, don't hurt me," I panicked, feeling hot warm breath on my back. I rose slowly and turned my head. My heart almost flying out of my chest as I stared into the beast face.
I screamed and crawled upward, terrified. It took a few steps and swung his left hand.
I covered my face, waiting. But nothing happened.
Strong bone cracking and flesh rearranging rang in my ears. I let my hand down and opened my eyes. Standing before me was a naked Xavier.
My eyes went up, refusing to go down as I quivered.
"The clothes," he ordered.
I nodded, but didn't move. He watched me then walked over and took the clothes on the floor that Maya had left.
He wore them and cleansed his bleeding forehead with another cloth. Then turned his head a bit to see me. "What are you waiting for?"
I was confused. What did he mean?
"Leave," he ordered. I didn't wait and rushed to the door, my hands on the handle when he spoke again. "Wait."
What was it this time? Could the heavens not pity me and let me be free of this crazy man.
"Turn around," he demanded. I obeyed, and waited for his orders.
He came forward, and lowered his head. I swallowed. He was dangerously close. He leaned in and I shifted back.
"Oh, God," my mind rang. He sniffed, his nose touching my neck.
I held back the urge to scream, waiting for him to finish. "You smell different."
He pulled away. "Blood?" He questioned.
What was he talking about? I walked in here and he was bathed in God knows who's blood and he had the audacity to ask me if I smelt of blood?
"What?" The words left my lips.
"Follow me," he said and grabbed my wrist, pulling me to the bathroom.
I had no idea if I was to fight or faint. A couple of seconds ago, he was something else and now he was dragging me to the bathroom.
"Wash yourself," he said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Just do it!" His voice thundered. I shook and his eyes went soft for a second.
"You're smelling of blood. It weakens my wolf and lets the other one come out."
I swear if he said blood one more time I would rip my hair out.
He walked out and closed the door. "Creepy son of a devil," I spat, watching the door for fear he would come back.
I went to the tub, my face checking the door one more time. I took off my clothes and slid into the water.
The cool water made my body relax. I picked the soap, and poured it into my hand then started to scrub my legs.
"Ouch," I groaned. I glanced down quickly and noticed the cut.
How did I get that? My mind flashed back to me falling on the floor earlier.
I was done, scrubbed clean and wrapped in a towel. I walked out gently and he raised his head from the book. His eyes lingered a little long and I felt naked.
"I couldn't wear the uniform again. It has my sweat," I explained.
He said nothing, took a few clothes from the closet and threw them at me. "Be quick," he said and continued reading.
I started dressing and cleared my throat when I was done. His shirt was too big.
The shorts were being held up by my hips.
"You can leave," he said. I nodded and headed for the door then stopped.
"What is it?" He questioned, his vice sounding irritated by the second.
"What are you? Earlier, you…you aren't you," I rasped.
He closed the book, not raising his head and responded. "A werewolf."
I laughed. He raised his head, meeting my gaze.
The seriousness in his eyes, made me shut up.
I swallowed. "You're joking, right?" My voice felt smaller than usual.
"Except you hallucinate then no."
"The others…do they know?"
A thick wicked smirk played on his lips. "Yes. Everyone in this castle is one."
Wait? What?!
He rose from the bed and took a step forward. "Perhaps, I should demonstrate."
My eyes instantly widened in horror.
Oh no.