Lylla

Alari's pov

Humming, I could hear a sweet voice humming into my ear, and it was familiar, like I'd heard it before.

And it was warm, and loving, and soothing and I just wanted to keep my eyes closed and listen.

A soft hand brushed against my hair, it's touch warm, pulling a soft moan from my lips.

“I see you're enjoying my touch” a smooth, almost musical voice said, breaking me from my serenity.

My eyes shot open when I couldn't place the voice, curious to know who it was.

I realised I was laying down on the woman's lap, her hand still gently brushing against my hair.

I sat up and realised I wasn't in bed with Damien, I don't think I was even on pack grounds.

Shit shit shit! Where am I? What is this place?

White, was all I could see for as far as my eyes could look.

Oh Goddess, was I taken? Am I going to die? Damien! Where is Damien?!

“Calm down before you blow a vein” the woman, who I was still yet to look at, laughed.

I shot up to my feet, feeling snow beneath my bare toes.