CHAPTER 5 - Shower Thoughts

He eventually managed to get himself off of me and lead me into a bathroom. The bathroom was connected to a bedroom that I recognised as his the second I had walked in. My wolf begged me to rub myself in his bed that was covered in his scent.

I managed to refrain.

The bathroom was massive. A two head shower, which I had no idea what he needed it for considering I doubt he showered with anyone. A large in floor tub, a sink and a toilet. All with working water I assumed I was surprised when he left me in the bathroom, telling me the towels were in the cabinet along with spare toiletries. I had half expected him to sit and watch.

His room was in a completely separate wing on the whole house, leading me to contemplate the possibility of my escape. I hadn't seen any guards walking around and I couldn't hear him on the other side of the door.

But the opportunity of having a proper shower, my first one if four years. It was too much to give up. I reached under the cabinet grabbing a clean towel and toothbrush and placing them onto the bench top. I padded over to the large shower, opening the glass door and staring at the handles in front of me. I twisted one at random and watched in amazement as water spurted from the shower heads.

How he had working water, clean working water, was beyond me.

I stepped under the water and immediately jumped back with a yelp as the hot temperature scalded my skin and stung the still open wound on my calf. I had forgotten about that, concern filling my mind as I pondered how it had not yet healed.

Refocusing on the task I turned back to the two handles. Twisting and turning them until the water seemed to reach a suitable temperature. I stepped back under and relished in the feeling.

It took me back to the days before. The days before everything went to shit. The days before the with the humans. The days when my family was still together, laughing around the campfure as my Dad pretended to be angry at Aphrodite who had gotten herself yet another boyfriend.

My sight blurred at the memories. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself I had held myself together for four years. I wasn't going to break down because of some stupid shower. Once I felt I was calm enough I reached for the soap on the wall. Scrubbing my body down, dirt and grime ran off my skin and onto the floor, mixing with the water and turning it into a murky brown colour before it was washed into the drain. My calf injury stung in protest of the soapy water running into it, and it added its colour of red to the pool of water, blood still running down my calf. My ribs were feeling remarkably better, bones took quicker to heal than open wounds. It made sense considering our bones literally changed form numerous times a day when we shifted.

Sitting on the same shelf was bottles of shampoo and conditioner. How he had all this stuff I didn't understand, but I didn't care as I squeezed a dollop amount into my hand and begun cleaning my hair. It was so much longer now that it had been, sitting just under my boobs. A dramatic change from the short bob I had four years ago.

After conditioning my hair and putting the bottle back I spotted something shiny on the shelf. A razor. I picked it up, it seemed clean enough so I lathered my body in soap before shaving everything. It felt good to finally be rid of four years' worth of hair growth.

Although I was done I couldn't bring myself to get put of the shower. It was so soothing and relaxing. I felt safe. 

It was ironic considering my captive situation. Eventually deciding enough was enough I dragged myself out of the shower, wrapping myself in the towel before picking up my toothbrush. As I went to brush my teeth I stared into the mirror in front of me.

 The women starting back at me did not look like the 16-year old I had last seen four years ago. Her hair, now washed and free from dirt, was a light blonde shade. Her body, although thin from the lack of food, had filled out, she now had noticeable breasts, her figure changed and she now stood at a height of what appeared to be 5" 11. A typical she-wolfs height.

Her green eyes were peircing, complimented by high cheekbones, a sharp jawline and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. Her plump lips sat directly under. She had her Dad's eyes. My heart clenched at the thought.

I shook my head, in an attempt to steer my mind back to the task at hand. Brushing my teeth. I gave them a thorough scrub before rinsing. Now what?

I didn't have any clothing, that was all still in my backpack back in the forest. There was no way I would be wearing his clothes either. But there was no way in hell I would be walking around naked. Logic won over pride and I decided to wear his clothing.

I walked back into his room to find it empty. He had another door directly across from the bathroom door, with his large navy bed directly in between. I gazed at his bed in longing. It had been so long since I had slept in one.

Again shaking my head from the thoughts I walked to the far side of his room and through the door. Just as I had thought. His closet. I rummaged around before finding a pair of his boxers, black ones with green little green caterpillars, that I had to roll numerous times before they even sat on my hips. And a random black t-shirt. I slipped them on before walking back into his room, sitting on a chair he had in the corner.

I contemplated an escape route. His room had a window, however, I could see from here it was bolted shut, whether that happened before or after I got here I did not know.

"Okay let's try this again. Who are you?" His voice caught me off guard and I jumped back into a crouched position, plain blossoming from the wound in my calf at the sudden movement. I hadn't even heard him enter the room. My eyes met his and I saw his face morph into surprise as I crouched on the chair. I didn't blame him, I probably didn't even look recognisable now I was no longer covered in shit.

" I asked you a question." He reminded me of his original questions, which he obviously expected a reply to.

"Who are you?" Was my very intelligent reply.

" I asked you first."

"Well, I asked you now,"

Our childish bickering seemed to annoy him as he let out a soft snarl. Even at the low volume it still held immense power.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?"

I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought.

I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question;

"Cecil."

"And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession.

"The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another female shifter in 4 years." My answers were short and basic. I didn't want to reveal more information that I had to.

"And why we're you in my territory?"

"I stumbled in here by accident."

"Where were you heading?"

"Nowhere specific."

He nodded hid head. While processing my answers his face contorted to hold a mixture of confusion and sadness. He raked his eyes over my body again before focusing on the open wound still on my claf, still oozing small amounts of blood. His eyes softened upon seeing it.

"Come, we shall get your calf cleaned up." He spun on his heel and stalked out the room without even looking back to make sure I was obeying his command. My pride told me to stay seated, to not follow his command as a way of saying 'fuck you'. But my mind won out, I needed my calf healed before I could even attempt an escape.

With that thought, I rose from the safety of my chair and followed his scent.