The Wolf Spirit

Chapter Seven

The sun was up earlier that usual, it’s warmth permeated Anna’s skin almost like a caress, a kiss, a warm touch.

That was enough to make her aware of her surroundings, her entire body turned rigid and her ears perked up, on high alert as always.

Any moment now, Yaakov or his beta Jack would come knocking and the rest of the day would be countless rounds of torture.

She was already used to it.

Anna’s eyes opened slowly, her arms stretched and so did her back.

First, the faint scent of vanilla, the intoxicating type that made her mouth water, it has almost faded but Anna could still catch a whiff.

What was such a scent doing in her room.

Room.

Her eyes scanned her surroundings, unfamiliar, warm…comfortable.

Nothing at all like what she was used to.

Then the memories came rushing in. This was her third day in GreyThorn pack. She’s been there for three days already, her mind still hadn’t fully registered that fact in her mind.

Anna looked down at her slightly pink fingers, moved them, just to be sure she wasn’t in a dream because recently her dreams had become so vivid, it’s hard to tell the difference.

“You’re safe,” she whispered to herself, “For now...”

She got down from the bed and made it afterwards. Smoothed out the wrinkles in the sheets and fluffing up the pillows, then she made her way to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and took a quick shower.

Dried herself, eyes on the door, waiting…

Then she went to the wardrobe where all of her new clothes were neatly arranged and picked a pair of pants and a hoodie.

Her eyes still shifting to the door, one part of her waiting for someone to just walk in.

It wouldn’t happen though. In the two days she’d been here, no one ever came in, at least not without an invitation and the only person who came was the red haired woman, May, who came to inform her that the meeting set with the warlocks had been postponed.

After that, Anna was shocked to see that she was left to her own devices. The door was left open and she could leave the room without being escorted or beaten up. The pack house was mostly empty, there was a cook in the kitchen that Anna never approached but yet once she went upstairs, there was always a food tray set next to her bed.

It was something that Anna knew she would never get used to, considering the kind of life she had been taken out from.

Once Anna was fully dressed, she walked to the bedroom door and opened it with slow caution.

Yes, she still feared that someone might be there, waiting to tell her that she wasn’t allowed to leave the room.

Anna walked out of the room and closed the door softly behind her once she was sure no one would randomly grab her hair and fling her across a wall.

The hallway was wide and long, doors to other rooms she’s never been in lined the hallway, each door closed shut and almost no sound coming from any one. There were at least twelve rooms on the floor, each door uniquely designed and orange glass lights right next to each door, including her own.

Anna silently wondered what was behind those tall wooden doors and she made her way down the stairs, her hand on the smooth, mahogany handrail, it was cool to the touch…kept her awake and more aware of her surroundings.

This particular morning, something felt different.

The pack house wasn’t as quiet as it was for the past two days. There were sounds of chatter and conversations, sounding like it was from a large amount of people.

Anna’s steps slowed as the voices became clearer, she stood at the top of the stairs, contemplating if she was still to go down or not.

Her grip on the handrail tightened as the chatter died down and a deep voice spoke.

“Good morning, everyone.” She heard him say. She couldn’t see him, but the effect his voice had on her was something she couldn’t explain.

The coolness in her stomach was slowly replaced by warmth and almost like magic, his scent drifted to her nostrils. That heavenly...Shit!

She hadn’t seen him in three days. Since he gave her his final warning about not wanting to be associated with her as his mate, she didn’t see or hear anything from him since. Now he was here. Only a few steps away and as much as her mind told her to go back upstairs, avoid his presence and those intense eyes of his.

Her body told her different things rather, her feet moved of it’s own accord. Or maybe it was just hers.

She wanted to be closer to him, that scent and somehow she knew he could feel her presence soon because soon he stopped talking, the silence heavy.

Anna made her way to the dining room, where she knew everyone was.

It was a large room that she could’ve sworn was once a ballroom or some s**t like that.

A long and wide table that managed to cover a quarter of the space in the hall, set in the middle with at least fifty chairs on each side then, one at the end and then the head chair.

When she first saw the dining room while exploring the kitchen, she had wondered just how many people at in the pack house that would warrant so many seats but now, all but two were occupied.

Anna was surprised by the sight but it was soon replaced with self awareness when she realized that all eyes were on her.

The silence was so thick that she could’ve heard a pin drop. There were different expressions that met her gaze, ones of shock, some of contempt, curiosity.

Anna inhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves as her eyes scanned the crowd for a familiar face.

Kane.

There he was at the head of the table, his glowing green eyes on her, pulling her in like a magnet.

He was like a beacon in the midst of unfamiliar faces and soon everyone else was blurred from her view. He was looking at her like she was the only one in the room and somehow he made her feel that way as well.

His scent, she could smell how intoxicating it was from the door, she wanted more of it.

His gaze was hypnotizing, it called her.

Anna didn’t realize it sooner, but she had already began walking to the head of the table, her eyes never leaving his as she made her way to him.

She finally stopped once she was only a step away, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.

“Anna,” was the first word that left his lips.

Innocent as it was, the sound of her voice coming from his lips was something that felt almost sinful because of how much she enjoyed it.

“Kane,” she said.

Her voice almost a breathless whisper.

On the other side of the table, there was an empty seat next to Anthony, the only seat closest to Kane and also to someone that was familiar to her.

“So nice of you to have joined us,” His tone was different, far different from what he sounded like three days ago.

His expression blank, not giving away a single emotion but yet a faint welcoming smile on his lips.

“You can sit there,” he gestured at the seat she’d already had her eye on.

The one closest to him.