Chapter 96


    Zenovia


    My skin and my heart cried at the loss of touch of his lips. It was as if he saw something rming and


    stopped abruptly.


    Only heavens knew how could he stop to inspect something in the middle of such a passionate make-


    out session but then there were plenty of things about him that surprised me.


    I was lying on the mud, face down when he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me up, all the way


    in hisp.


    I shivered and waited for his lips to start kissing the mark again but he did not. He just plucked me up


    from the ground and ced me on hisp, my bare butt almost in his face.


    When he did not move or make a sound, I tried to straighten and crane my neck to see what was going


    on, but there was a light p on my thigh, asking me to stay the way I was.


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    So, I went down again, propping my chest up on the ground by cing my elbows’ down for support.


    Slowly, Cahan’s thumb reached up and caressed my mark and the touch sent a shiver of delight


    tingling up my spine.


    Yes, it was happening again. I could not wait.


    But he continued to brush his finger on the spot and murmured, “It changed”


    Huh?


    What changed?


    The color of my skin? Or was my skin a bit saggy down there?


    I wondered for a brief minute but he repeated, “It looks different”


    Dread filled my heart. Did the prolonged contact with water make my skin look wrinkled and saggy?


    I hope that didn’t turn him off.


    “The mark… it has changed”


    Oh.


    -A wave of relief coursed through me.


    “You never told me,” He said in an usatory tone.


    “I…I didn’t really notice” I gave him a white lie. I did notice the change once but then given the hellish


    training he made me go through, I barely had time to sleep or eat.


    Often times I would just run to the shower, and be out of it in two minutes maximum.


    The hesitation in my voice did not go unnoticed and I was rewarded with a light p again.


    “Don’t lie to me!” He muttered and I stayed silent because I could not think of anything.


    “What do you remember sudden interview session.


    fit? What did it look likest time you saw it?” He asked and Twas getting mildly annoyed at the


    Was he forgetting what we had been doing just a moment ago? Why did he have to be such a buzzkill?


    I let out a huff and answered, “Uh, not sure. But I think I saw a moon and maybe a dagger. But it was


    quite a jumbled mess so I am not sure if I was imagining things.”


    Cahan’s grip on my waist tightened as he pulled me near him, almost mming my butt in his face.


    He let out a hiss as his hands brushed on my thighs and he turned me around as if I weighed nothing.


    The abrupt move startled me but now I was face to face with him, sitting on hisp.


    My nipples had hardened and my eyes could see the fire raging in his eyes all over again. The veins in


    his hands were popping as if he was exercising immense self control.


    “Do you feel something?”


    He asked and I blinked. I was feeling things… loads of things.


    Iparted my lips to speak when his hands went in my hai my skin, and face and I could not understand


    what


    over my bare skin.


    But I felt heat prickle my skin wherever his gaze


    doin


    and he yanked my head back. His gaze roamed over every inch of


    as ift.


    “I asked you something” He muttered and I tried to process my feelings.


    eyes were touching me, leaving fiery kisses as they roamed


    “Ifeel…aroused” I admitted, cheeks ming red. Surely, he would not like it if I joked around so I stated


    the truth/


    But he was not pleased with the answer and the smirk that I hoped to see on his face did not return


    either.


    “Your wolf…can you feel her?” He asked and it was as if everything snapped back into the cold, harsh


    reality.


    Had he been kissing me only because he wanted to help me find a wolf? Not because he wanted it?


    “I…I” I stammered as tears stung the back of my eyes.


    Cahan let go of my hair and slowly pushed me away from hisp. He ran a hand through his hair, still


    looking at me, at my chapped lips and the way my skin looked red and puffy.


    His gaze lingered on my lips longer than usual but he looked away, reaching for the buttons of his shirt.


    And I tried to not bury myself in shame. Pulling my knees closer to myself, I put a hand around them


    and ced my head on it.


    I did not dare look up at Cahan as he was ying with the buttons of his shirt. But then he took his


    shirt off and held it in front of me.


    “Maybe, we should go back home. It is alreadyte”


    He did not speak about my wolf or mention how he felt disappointed but I could feel it in his body


    language and his gaze.


    And I felt as if I should drown in theke for thest line I had said to him, that I was still aroused


    without any signs of my wolf.


    I silently reached for his shirt as he muttered, “Your clothes are torn either way so no use getting/them


    back.”


    I did not say a word as I wore his shirt and got up from the ground. It was quiterge and reached my


    thighs but it was still wet and my hardened peaks were still visible from under the fabric.


    I folded my hands on my chest and began walking towards the car. I looked up at the moon and threw


    all pretending that the moon Goddess was listening to me.


    my


    doubts at it,


    ‘Why would you make me suffer so much? Why would you not give me my wolf? What have I done to


    make you shun me


    like this?’


    Question after question, all directed at the moon began churning in my mind. I was not sure if I was


    annoyed at the abrupt


    Cahan had stopped or if it was because I was still wolfless.


    way


    Granted, I had gotten my orgasm but then why did I feel so empty instead of blissful? And why did a


    small part of my was trying to make it seem as if the night was worthwhile if I got Cahan to devour


    me again?


    That had not been my motive. Well, at least not THE primary motive.


    brain


    Cahan started the car and I got in it without a word. The silence was deafening and neither of us


    made an effort to speak. Thoughts of how I should simply leave the werewolf world began to churn in


    my head again.


    My gaze wish.


    traveled to the sky and I saw a falling star and desperately wished for the moon Goddess to grant me


    my one true


    And then, it was as if a jolt of electricity surged through me.


    Before I knew it, I had pushed the door open and was crawling on the ground on all fours. Cahan had


    merely steered the car back to the road so the speed of the car hadn’t been much.


    He quickly stepped away from the car and muttered, “Zee, what is wrong?”


    But I was not in a condition to answer. A guttural cry tore through my lips and I jerked at the tension as


    if my body coiled and uncoiled rapidly.


    My nails dug into the ground, and I felt my body change shape. Fur began to sprout out of my skin and


    my muscles twisted and turned until I was not me anymore.


    I let out a cry of anguish again but my bones were snapping and twisting too fast for me to focus on


    one area of my body. My entire body was restlessly alive as I heard a voice in my head.


    “Hello Zenovia”


    My joy knew no bounds when that voice spoke in my brain. It was a soft whisper, and for a second I


    wondered if I was hearing my mother. The voice was sweet but then the next second the voice


    muttered.


    “You need to give me a name”


    What? I was undergoing hellish pain, how would I even have the capacity to talk, let alone think of a


    name?


    The voice spoke in an urgent whisper.


    “I cannot fully transform and take over until you give me a name, Zenovia”


    Was that the case?


    I tried to fight the pain of my muscles tearing apart to give way for the fur to grow and my bones to


    elongate while thinking of a name.


    But my mind was nk.


    I looked around and all I saw was Cahan, a car, and darkness. Surely none of it would make a good


    name.


    Cahan went down on his knees and muttered, “You can do it, Zee. You can transform.”


    “Name. Give me a name” I groaned while writhing in the mud.


    “Of what?” He asked and I would have rolled my eyes at him if they were already not trying to w out


    of my skin.


    “My wolf…she…wants….”


    He ran a hand through his hair, “Uh, Zenovia. No, that’s already yours. How about Rose?”


    So much for not being affected by what we had been doing…


    Before I could say anything, my wolf muttered in my head, “Rose?! A freaking rose? What am I? A


    flower that he would want to deflowerter? Give me something majestic.”


    I could not believe my wolf had barely shown up and was already arguing with me. She was sassy.


    But I would marvel at her personalityter. Right now, I wed at the earth, digging out loose soil and


    roots of wild weeds while thinking of a name that would sound majestic enough to her.


    Up above, lightning crackled and I saw ck clouds start to appear in the sky.


    “Thunder” Cahan mumbled while looking at the sky and suddenly my wolf let out a happy shriek.


    “That’s more like it” She bellowed in my head.


    Huh? What?