I gasped.
My lungs never touched the water, but it was as if I was drowning. The cleansing brought me a piece of mind, but it wasn't until morning when I woke. The water was ice cold, and I could feel more of a change in me than what I have been going through lately. Uncertain of what was happening to me, I found myself refreshed and energized as well as dazed and confused.
Then, I look down.
I gasped at what lay on the surface of the water. Ice! It was pure ice. I couldn't believe there was a thin sheet of ice across the water's surface. The lavendar petals were frozen, but the underneath was freezing, although it was moving. It was a real struggle to lift my body from the frozen ice, but like a Wicken, I prevailed.
I was froze from the tips of my fingers to the end of my toes. I couldn't wobble fast enough from the tub to the closet. I wrapped myself up in the fluffy blue robe, hoping to thaw out quickly. Before I went to sit down, I turn the faucet to the tub on hot and try to get rid of the ice. I had to chip the ice from the tub and watch it go down the drain before I could sit down. I was thinking about taking a warm shower because of the curls on my head when I heard my doorbell ring.
I sighed, calming my nerves. I took deep breaths and walked down the stairs. The doorbell rang again and I huff with their impatience. Before they could ring the doorbell again, I swing open my door and hold on to my robe tightly. My eyes literally bulge out of their sockets when I see the two lumberjacks standing on my porch with most of my herbs. It was a sight to see, but unfortunately, I wasn't able to remember much of it because I slammed the door in their faces. All I could hear was their growls.
I was beyond scared; two Wolvenrians standing at my door and I slam it in their faces.
Not to mention the fact I'm already naked under the robe... Can my luck get any worse?
A dark growl emits from behind my door. I shiver, only imagining which wolf could have done it.
"Mara," Chocolate Drops came to mind and I was tempted to open the door. "Please open yer door.. I promise we wo't hur' ya.. 'cuz we can't."
I settle my forehead to the door, listening to his sweet voice as he spoke.
"We need ya.. I need ya, Mara," he whines, and I can tell it's aching a lot for him to admit this, and from busting the door down.
I was so close to touching the handle and letting them in, but I wasn't sure if I could yet; I mean, I'm only wearing a robe.
"P'ease open ta door, mah sweet Mara." I froze at the sound of this male's voice. He had to have been the wolf who told Trance to "piss off" yesterday.
A growl rolled out of my throat at his voice. "Piss off!" I mocked, slaming my hand onto the door for extra flare.
My anger was boiling because of this wolf in front of my door. He was the reason I couldn't enjoy the rest of last night.
There was a small pause before another growl rang through my house. "Ya beh'er let meh en! Yur mine, Mara!" I backed away from the door when he slammed his fist down on the wood, making it creak.
I have enough courage in me to scream, "Leave me alone!"
My voice grows heavy as I back away from the door, breathing fast as I clutch the robe tighter. Bangs rang out through the house and before I knew it, I commanded the door to open, without the help of my wand. I stare at my hand for a moment in shock as I slide down the wall. My breathing starts growing heavy and all my willpower helps me to stay conscious at the situation.
The hands that suddenly pull me to my feet belong to two huge men. I blink, trying to get a grip on reality.
"Mara, are ya ah'right? Mara!" The voice comes from my left. My feet begin to walk towards the loveseat, but I don't make it two steps without both men catching me. I groan, lifting a palm to my head.
An arm loops around my waist and lifts up my legs until we make it to a comfy surface. "I.. I need," the headache begins to pound and pound, like a jackhammer going at it in my skull. I groan again at the pain of a migraine coming.
A hand touches my shoulder and another settles on my thigh. I was warm, almost as if I was next to a furnace. Leaning towards the source, I find a broad chest.
"Whaddya need, sweetness? Tell meh," the same voice echoes in my left ear. I cuddle into the chest, baring the torturous internal battle myself.
The chest shook me, and I heard a new voice ask, "What do ya need, Mara?" The voice was rushed, sounding panicked.