WHO AM I?

 STRANGE GIRL’S POV.

 

I pull my eyes apart slowly, their heaviness almost discouraging me. My head bangs a little, making me place my right hand on it. I stared at the strange bright room, whose beauty differed from anything I had ever seen. The pictures on the wall and the design of the room seem familiar.

 

Where am I?

 

I ask myself as I try to stand up.

 

The past I can remember is...

 

It isn’t even clear.

 

I feel a throbbing pain in my shoulder, causing me to groan softly. I didn’t want to make a noise or alert anyone until I knew where I was. I leave the bed, dressed in unfamiliar yet comfortable pajamas, then head towards the door.

 

There was no one in sight by the time I got out.

 

The whole place looks unfamiliar, but it has a pleasant smell lingering in the air. I keep walking ahead, my eyes lingering around the room. The farther I walk, the more I fear I might encounter my kidnappers.

 

That has to be it.

 

That's the only suitable explanation for it.

 

I sight two big doors, two beautiful big doors. Enticed by the look of it, I’m curious to know what lies behind the door, so I push it open.

 

My feet get cold, and a slight shiver runs through my spine. I stare back at the faces of the eyes that linger hard on me. Sitting there are Five older werewolves dressed in different colors of robes. I watch their eyes stay from me to someone behind me.

 

There is a deafening silence in the room for a long while. Each has a frown on, their mustaches twirling a little as their fingers play on them.

 

“And you are?” One of them finally says, his masculine voice carrying some weight. He has an expression on his face, a look of disapproval.

 

I hear someone clear his voice from behind, and I turn around to look his way out for my eyes to land on the most handsome Wolf sitting in this room, standing in this room too. He has striking features, his neatly shaved face showcasing his beauty.

 

“Sorry about that, Elders. I didn't know she would barge that way. Guess she must have been searching for me.” He says, his deep masculine voice holding so much power and might because the whole room grows silent to listen.

 

He adds an awkward laugh and steps closer to me. His long slender fingers grabbed me by my arms, shoving me closer to himself—my back against his chest and muscular arms. The smell of his aftershave hit my nostrils, almost knocking me senseless.

 

I feel comforted by being near this stranger, this strange Wolf that I have known for years.

 

Too bad I didn't know him. Or does he know me?

 

“Ain't you a sweetheart?” He teases me and squeezes me closer. His voice is soft and almost sweet, sounding like a tune to my ear.

 

Their eyes were glued to me regardless of his words.

 

”Who is she?” Another older Wolf asks after some minutes of silence.

 

That's a good question.

 

Who am I?

 

I ask myself, my mind going forth and back as I try to remember.

 

What is my name?

 

I think hard, but nothing comes forth.

 

Beads of sweat start to break over my face as my heart beats so fast.

 

The strange-looking handsome Werewolf behind me let out a long dry laugh as though he is thinking of what to say.

 

“This here is my Fiancée, Aerin.” He says and pulls me closer, leans down, and places a kiss on my forehead.

 

The touch of his lip on my forehead sends shivers down my spine. My front bottom is twitching.

 

Fiancée?

 

I have a Fiancé and a name.

 

****

 

 There is a very long pause since he made his last statement. The eternal silence and the looks on their faces make me think otherwise.

 

Why do they look like he just announced a strange thing to them? As he told them, he killed someone.

 

 

 “How come we have never seen her around?” Another of the Elders asks.

 

This handsome stranger laughs again, a short brief laugh.

 

“Because Aerin here is a very busy darling. She is always trying to learn new things.” He responds.

 

I didn't know that.

 

I didn't know all that he was saying about me.

 

But how come I can't remember a thing? Did something happen?

 

“I have questions.” One of them says. He has a frown that is deeper than that of the others. He doesn't wait for a go-ahead before continuing. “Which pack is she from?” He questions.

 

“Paw Sky Pack.” He responds quickly.

 

“Whose daughter is she?” The Elder continues.

 

Youu...” He tries to say before they shut him up.

 

“Let her speak. I'm sure she can speak.” The Elder says, runs his eyes over me again, then adds, “Or can't she?”

 

“Of course, she can.” He responds, giving my shoulder a brief squeeze.

 

“Then let her respond.” Another Elder says.

 

I lift my eyes and tilt my head to look at my Fiancé. He sends me a smile, then a slight nod.

 

“You are safe.” He assures.

 

I nod and turn to them.

 

“I'm...” I pause to think hard about it, realizing I can't remember that detail about myself. “I’m..” I saunter, then swallow a lump of saliva.

 

I can see the disapproval in their eyes. I feel my Fiancé tense up a little.

 

“It’s fine, Aerin. You can talk now.” He says.

 

I blink once, then let out some air. I can't afford to disappoint him.

 

“I'm my Parent’s daughter,” I say the next thing that comes to mind. It isn't a lie, after all. I am my parent's daughter.

 

There was tension hanging in the air. Their frowns turn into something scarier. My Fiancé laughs, and the others erupt in laughter too.

 

“Aerin is such a comedian.” He says and gives me a soft push on the shoulder. “We should carry on with the meeting. We can't let her disturb us.” He says and then nods.

 

“Rivers!” He calls out, and a hefty-looking Wolf steps closer, his eyes not leaving me.

 

“Take her to my room.” He orders. Rivers nods and gestures me out of the room.

 

***

 

 Rivers says nothing as he leads me towards my Fiancé’s room. The face was void of emotion, unexplainable. He doesn't have a smile on, and his eyes say nothing.

 

But is it weird that I don't know his name?

 

I mean, my Fiancé.

 

“What’s his name?” I ask and watch him stop in his track, and his hands still curled up behind his back, his head tilted towards my side to send me the most hateful glare I can ever imagine.

 

Is it a thing for them? This cold looks and all? Are we that way too? I mean, where I come from.

 

“Who?” He asks, his voice hoarse. He raises a brow to show his disapproval of something.

 

“My Fiancé,” I respond with a smile on my face. I’m taught to believe that a smile can melt off Wolves' stone hearts.

 

“You don't know it?” He says, sounding more like a question than an exclamation. He seems surprised.

 

I give him a slight nod and look away, embarrassed that I didn't. I feel stupid right now, and I wouldn't say I like it.

 

He doesn't say a thing for a while.

 

“Alpha Liam.” He finally responds and walks away before I fully digest his words.

 

Liam!

 

The name inscribes itself on my fragile heart. A smile curled up my lips as I remembered everything that had happened there. From the smell of him to the touch of him.

 

I look up to see that he has gone farther from me, so I hasten my pace to meet up. My feet are sore for no particular reason. It felt like I had faced something before then.

 

“Is he always like that?” I ask and watch him stop. He lets out a soft groan, his hand still not feeling his back as he turns entirely this time and bends lower to look at me. His face barely inches from me.

 

“I didn't say you could ask me questions.” He says, his voice so harsh. It sends a shiver down my spine to my feet, causing them to get cold.

 

I look away to land my eyes on his feet, his big Black boots.

 

“I thought I could,” I say, my voice lowering.

 

He attempts to say something but doesn't as he lets out some air.

 

“Let me take you to his room. I need to get back to the meeting.” He says, turns around, and starts to walk away.