Thirteen

Olivia sat up properly, stifling the shock of seeing Titan. "What are you doing here?" she asked, looking up at him.

Titan stood tall and formidable over the bed frame and watched her. She looked small, tired, and defenseless. He wanted to take her in his arms and shield her -even from himself.

"You were not at dinner,"

Olivia sighed. "Look Titan, I'm not in the mood for your permission tantrums and…"

He sat on the bed and moved closer to her. "It's okay," he soothed, much to Olivia's surprise. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Olivia sighed and wrapped her fingers around his shoulders and his strong back.

Titan deepened the kiss and bit her lip slightly. That was all it took for the terrifying images to rush back. The dark fur, vapid fangs, and monstrous eyes. The roar she had heard, the fear that had rooted her to the spot as she watched a werewolf emerge from the shadows and shapeshift back into the man sitting here, kissing her. All the images came in a series of kaleidoscopic f