Jossie's POV:
Where am I?
This place is not familiar at all...
My head throbbed as I pushed a quilt off to leave a bed. The room I was in smelt foreign. There was a clean musk to it as if it was recently cleaned from head to toe. There was a massive wall made of glass that looked two toned. I walked over to it and instantly grew nauseous as I saw a snowed in city. I could tell I was in a tall building that overlooked the majority of the city.
I pulled my hand up to my mouth and glanced around the room. The room wasn't that big which made me believe it was just a guest bedroom. The size was comfortable. There was just a custom headboard with faux padded lavender mesh paneling. The bed was a king on a platform low to the ground. The bedding was color codded to suit the dark themed room. It was my styling, I loved the color pattern it reminded me of my bedroom back home. There was two nightstands round and oval shaped night lights on them. There wasn't much to the room. There was a vanity desk to the side of the other wall with a spear mirror. One of the most unique features I've ever seen in a home. I spotted a barn door open to reveal the bathroom. On the wall with it was built in shelves for attire that was stocked and color coded with different styles but all dark colors as if they were for me.
My hand smelled fresh as if I just cleaned myself. I glanced down at my body to see my clothes had been changed. A night gown barely covering my knees. I felt a shiver run across my back. The stone cold floors beneath me made me run over to the edge of the bed where I instinctively found slippers. I stepped into them as I headed for the doorway.
"Hello?" I asked as I wondered down a hall. I made it to the top of some stairs and froze up as I saw who was at the bottom ready to climb them toward me.
"Jossie, you're doing better," he said as he came up to me. I took a step away from him as he wrapped an arm around me. He was so warm... So comforting... I leaned into his body instinctively as I felt tears welling up. "You're so cold! Come on," he suggested as he started to bring me back to the room. "You should stay in the room. Get as much sleep as possible."
"What happened?" I begged. Why does it feel like I'm missing time? Why don't I remember coming here?
"Jossie," he whispered softly. I could smell worry coming off him in waves. "You lost him, remember?" He asked as he walked me back into the room. I felt my knees buckling as I felt a flash of memories coming back. Cas dying before my eyes.
Cas died.
It was becoming hard to breath.
I could no longer feel him. It hurt so much. I could feel the connection severed. I was having separation anxiety. Doubts of his death was haunting me. How could he be dead? Why did I lose him? Why is he gone? It doesn't make any sense to me. We were supposed to live in paradise together. Now it looks like hell to me. I don't know which way to go without him. What am I supposed to do now that I don't have him? I'll never know. I'll never know what we could of have together. I'm not ok. I don't know how I will make it through this. I was to just erase these feelings, memories, and never be hurt again.
I only knew him for a short time. He was my stabilization. He was my rock through it all. Casimir was my constant through it all. I could trust him. I was going to follow him and figure out what to do once we reached the rogue territories... But how can I go there now? They'll tear me apart when I tell them it was all my fault. I can't go there now. I'm way too deep in blood.
I screamed as a sharp pain broke up my back and the pain of transforming worsened as my instincts to hunt and kill was breaking me alive. "Jossie," he said in worry as he picked me up and laid me on the bed. "Let it happen. The more you fight it the harder it becomes." I arched my back when a shock ran up my spine. I hurled to the side and clutched at the covers for the soft texture. My body was trembling as it locked up into a tense state dreading what was happening to me.
"I can't! I can't!" I whined.
I was so hungry...
My mouth dry from dehydration.
My mind numbed as I refused to process what was happening. Why now? Why! Was it because my emotions were too much for my body to control? I felt his hand grab my arm and tug me off the bed as he threw me into the floor and grabbed the edge of my nightgown by my knees.
"Change! Shift Josephine! Let loose!"
I smelt his arousal beaming off his body as he seemed like he was having a hard time controlling himself. He yanked my nightgown up my hips. A sweet scent entered my lungs and sent me into overdrive as I was reminded again he was an alpha here with me. The scent released me of my tension as I was dizzy.
"Shift," he demanded. I felt him let me go as he yanked his shirt off. "SHIFT!" It was a final call as he tossed his shirt at me. I caught it as I clung onto the scent stuck on it like invincible honey. I was drugged by the scent. It was a remembrance of my first change and the scents that came along with it. When I'm at my peak of shifting I can always smell things the best. His scent encouraged me to just ride out my transformation.
Things will be better if I accept it.
It was a bit of a blur as I ended up crawling out of my clothes to prevent tearing them off. I let my body do as it wished as the transformation took its toll on me. It was long and dreadful... It took longer than I expected as I fought against my poorly conditioned body. He stayed beside me the whole time but refused to let us touch.
When it was over I was barely able to stay awake from the exhaustion that took over my body. I was defeated, stuck on the floor with no desire to move. I had no clue how I would get back to my human form again. It was too trough this shift to try any time soon to go back. He scooped me up in his arms and laid me down on the bed.
"Just go back to sleep," he whispered to me. "Rest up sweet girl."
'Help me,' I whined out in my thoughts. Would he hear me?
"You need a thorough work out and diet plan," he muttered to himself. He did not hear me. He went toward the door to leave me. "Patrick, give her the medicine.... She's still unstable, I wish you would give her stronger sedatives. Clean her up when she shifts back. Place some guards by the entrance, I have to step out. I won't be back when she's up again. I'm about to start my rut."
"Yes sir.... Do you have no plans to mark her?"
"That's not why she's here. Just take care of her."
I heard footsteps enter the room and a man in a lab coat came over toward me. I whimpered as he held up a needle. I was too weak to move as he came up to me. I snapped my jaws and gave a warning growl. What? What is that? He grabbed my head and titled it as I felt something sharp strike me in the neck. When he pulled back the syringe was empty. He gave me a smile.
"Your highness its to help," he explained as he bowed his head. He walked away from me. "I've never seen him bring home someone before... She's too cute to be just a friend... Poor thing. She doesn't deserve this." I heard him mumbling and left the room.
My body was becoming numb as the pain subsided and my eyes began to fall heavy. What's happening? What did he give to me? A sedative? Was this why I felt there was time missing from my memories? How many days has it been since I came here?!
Why is it I feel like I shouldn't stay here? But... I have no reason to believe they mean me actual harm. He's trying to help me... right?