Ninety-Three

When I hear his voice in my head this time, it is different. It's a lot deeper and demands that one listens to it.

"I am sorry, Yasmine..."

"Who?? Why?"

"Did I hurt you?"

"No, you sat right on the border of hurting me. You scared me more!"

"Again I am sorry... Normally I can handle the full moon a lot better, but touching you, and loving you made me lose control a lot sooner than I should have... I am Morpheus... I am Zachariah's Lycan!"

He then slowly steps back allowing my legs to slip from his hips and my feet back to the floor, he, however, growls low as the skirt of the dress gets caught on his hands and he gets a glimpse of the finger marks I have no doubt are on the skin of my hips. He then puts his hand on my cheek and whispers,

"Yasmine, you said I didn't hurt you..."

"It's okay..."

"No! Yasmine, it isn't... How are you going to fully trust us if we hurt you?"

I don't get to answer him as a wave of pain flows through me and I scream. Morpheus pulls me close once more