Werewolf Compilations novel Chapter 106

Setting down the diary, I look at the clock and see that it's almost time for dinner. Needing a break from Julianna's thoughts, I get up from my bed and make my way to the door, wanting to see if I can help Theresa prepare. Just as I reach for the door handle, it opens. I jump and notice James on the other side. "Oh, hi, I was just going downstairs to help with dinner," I say, feeling my heart calm down.

"Sorry to scare you," he says, coming inside, "but my father insists on helping with the pack until I'm fully healed. He wants to come over tonight so I can brief him on recent issues, so you can't be here."

I nod, slowly. "So where will I go?"

"Theodore is going to keep you busy until he leaves. The gathering is tonight so I thought he could take you to that. It will only be for an hour or two."

"Uh, okay. When should I be ready? When will he be here?"

James glances at the clock. "Ten minutes."

"What? Really?" I mutter and immediately turn to the closet, digging for my signature gold dress. "You didn't know earlier?"

"No, this was all very last minute," James says, seeming quite rushed himself.

I find the dress and close the closet door, saving as much time as possible. Quickly, I pull off my pajamas and slip on the dress, not bothering to turn on the light, I stumble in the darkness. Managing to zip it up halfway, I step out of the closet and turn my back to James. "You have to zip me."

I gather up my hair and hold it above my shoulders as he gently finishes the job. Before I can step away, he turns me around and his eyes wash over the gold fabric. "I remember this," he murmurs. "You were wearing this that night."

"It's kind of a tradition for me to wear it to gatherings now," I say lightly, trying to move on from the topic.

James doesn't take his eyes off of me and I feel my cheeks grow hot. His hand lingers on my arm. "I was cold to you. I didn't even say anything."

"If it makes you feel better, I was clumsy and lame," I say, recalling my tripping and falling as my Luna called me from my hiding place in the trees. I looked like a total fool.

"You were beautiful. You are beautiful, Rae."

I pause, feeling my chest grow tight. An uneasy, unpleasant feeling bubbles up inside of me, almost like a panic. Part of me doesn't like this, part of me wants him to stop. Old Rae is being slapped in the face, and she's ready to fight back, not willing to agree. My fingertips turn numb and I scrunch up my hands into fists, not sure what to say. He said I am beautiful, James said I am beautiful and deep down I am begging him to shut it. "Oh, uh," I struggle, "I—uh—Theodore's going to be here any minute, I better go downstairs."

I swipe a pair of shoes from the closet before hurrying past him and slipping out the door, though I know he is following me. As if I'm being chased, I rush down the steps and race to the foyer, nearly knocking over Theresa in the hall. "Careful, Rae," she breathes out and I glance back.

"Sorry!"

"What's the hurry? Where are you off to?"