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I TIGHTEN MY GRIP on the basin, the ceramic crumbling under my fingers. My heart pounds a frantic beat in my chest, each thud reverberating through me. Tension coils in my muscles, a tightness creeping from my shoulders to my fingertips, as if I can sense the weight of loss pressing down on me. The world around me blurs, my thoughts racing like a storm, each one crashing into the next. What just happened!?
Lucifer! I demand of my wolf, knowing full well I will not receive an answer. He can’t continue to do that without warning. Each time feels like I can’t breathe. The absence of my wolf counterpart is unheard of, and yet here he is, gone. I tighten my jaw, fighting back the frustration and anger that boils at his disappearing act. I run my fingers through my hair and start pacing, breathing as deliberately as I can with the pain lancing through my chest.
It seems Lucifer has learned a new trick. I shake my head, disbelief swirling in my mind. This isn’t just any trick; it is reckless. He has completely thrown caution to the wind, committing to an action neither of us has ever undertaken.
It is frustrating, to say the least. He leaves me completely blindsided. I feel him leave my subconsciousness this morning, making me weaker and less secure. I don’t even know it is possible until I experience a sudden loss of concentration when it happened for the first time. All I know is I can’t afford to have this happen at the wrong time, in the wrong situation.
Lucifer, come back! You’re fucking draining me, you mangy mutt! I can feel myself getting angry and... possessive? What the hell? Possessiveness is not an emotion or trait I am well accustomed to. Lucifer, what have you done?
Lucifer leaving me is exhausting. Existing with a wolf means being coupled to your wolf, a bond that transcends the ordinary. It is a connection that requires one hundred percent loyalty, one that should weather any storm. But no one ever speaks about what happens if that wolf disappears now and then.
Is it truly unthinkable? I have never heard of a wolf casually leaving its human counterpart. Wolves live within us, and when we allow them control, they become sentient beings of their own, allowing us to take in life around us through our wolves’ eyes.
Wolves do not just disappear when we are so tightly connected.
This is by far the most surreal sensation I have ever felt in my 26 years of living. Still in the confines of my bathroom, I close my eyes, trying to ignore the sudden desire to throw something. These heightened senses are playing with my head. I rub my eyes and open them to the mirror... only it is not me who looks back; it is as though I have infiltrated someone else’s mind.
It is almost the same as when Lucifer takes over control, when I look at the world through his eyes. Only this isn’t Lucifer, and I don’t understand how I am connected this way to another. I can still, in some part of my mind, feel and see through my own eyes, but they refuse to show me anything truly in front of me. It feels like a vision.
What the fuck? I look up at a young, masculine werewolf; he isn’t shifted into his wolf, but I can feel it. The wolf itself is strong within this man. It might be why Lucifer has come to this place, the strength of the wolf. But the young werewolf looks shocked, watching us closely or watching whoever we are looking through closely.
Yeah, shock, me and you both, buddy. What is going on?
I felt a sudden demanding possessiveness take over me, and I sense Lucifer’s intense, dominant aura surrounding someone... or something. This is something I have never experienced, even with Lucifer. Maybe he has lost it. How did we even end up here?
‘Your eyes,’ the young man in front of me speaks. ‘They’re...’ I feel Lucifer push his presence again, only not within me; it feels more like it is around me. Whoever belongs to these eyes seems to be important to Lucifer. He has never been so protective of anyone that isn’t me.
Suddenly, we are running through an apartment that exudes an air of pristine luxury. The floors are polished marble, reflecting the soft glow of the pendant lights. Each step we take echoes off the sleek surfaces.
The living area opens up before us, airy and spacious, with carefully curated arrangements of fresh flowers. A large window stretches across one wall, revealing a breathtaking view of a city. But which city?
As we race through, I catch glimpses of bookshelves lined with leather-bound tomes and a subtle scent of fresh linen that perfumes the air. This doesn’t feel like a home; it feels and looks like a hotel.
We run into a bathroom, directly to a mirror.
My jaw drops when I see her. She is stunning and perfect in every way. But who is she, and who is she to Lucifer? I sense she has a wolf, a powerful one at that, but again, why are we here?
I can’t help but stare at the girl. She certainly holds my attention, and clearly, Lucifer’s as well. Standing there, running her hands over her face, concern etched across her features, her long blonde hair wet and falling below her shoulders, she has a very petite and well-toned body. She clearly takes care of herself and trains. As I focus on her eyes, I can’t believe it—those are... Lucifer’s eyes. How... his yellow eyes pour out of this young girl’s eyes, deep and sinister.
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