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Blaire:

I had no idea where I was running to or why I was even running in the first place, but I knew that my instinct wanted me far away from that place as soon as possible, with the image of a little cabin in mind, a quiet environment, and peace in mind.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep running with a stomach that was protruding, and I found myself waddling as fast as I could, hissing at almost every second at the stinging back ache and swollen feet while letting my instinct lead me, glancing back at intervals to ensure I wasn't getting followed.

I gently lowered myself onto the floor, cupping my stomach as I gently slid down a ridge, hissing when the leg got injured by a protruding piece of wood. I banged my fist on the floor, hating that my pregnant belly wasn't letting me do anything right.

When I had woken up, I found my stomach protruding, and when I had asked about it, the white-haired man—Jax, was it?—told me that I was pregnant for my husband. My confusion knew no bounds, yet I had asked about my husband. I had little to no recollection of anything, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to survive each day without a single clue as to who I was.

Jax wasn't even helping matters. Sure enough, he was seemingly welcoming, but he had a dangerous aura surrounding him, and swirling in those beautiful mismatched eyes of his, which I had asked him about but rather got a smile and a shrug in return, was something that I couldn't understand. I could tell he was reluctant to answer my storm of questions, and not only that, he battled confusion of his own because apparently he used to know who I was.

The second time I asked about my pregnancy, he only smiled at me, letting those eyes of his glide down my frame while he scratched the back of his head, an act that I found very suspicious. My prying eyes were gunned on him, expecting an answer, but I got no reply from him. Since he wouldn't say anything, and judging by how he was treating me, I figured my husband was him, and I hated him for knocking me up. Did I ever tell him that I wanted to be pregnant in the first place?

Besides, weren't married people supposed to wear rings? Or was I wrong? Jax wasn't wearing any rings, and neither was I. It frustrated me how I couldn't figure out who I was; not only that, Jax always asked every now and then if I was getting myself a little, which annoyed me. I understood that he was worried about my wellbeing along with his children's, but with all due respect, fuck him!

The times I was left alone, I sat wondering what my life was like before now and found my head aching the more I thought about it. In fact, I had no idea who I was or where I came from, and that guy—Jax, was it?—kept calling me Blaire, so I believed it to be my name. He kept telling me things about me that I couldn't believe. I could feel that he was hiding something crucial about me.

He kept urging me to remember, asking me if I was sure I had forgotten everything. What fuckery was that? Wouldn't I need to know you to be able to freaking forget you? I never really understood all he was saying, but I had to admit that I agreed with him when he said I was lacking something. But I never told him.

The truth was, I actually felt empty, like a part of me was missing, and it was very odd. It felt like my body had gotten used to something that I had no recollection of. Not only that, every night I slept, I always had this vivid dream of a wolf coming to check on me.

I'd be sitting in the bright corners of my mind, and it would just emerge. It wasn't exactly a very huge wolf, but it still terrified me. It would sit in front of me, lick its paw, then come closer to circle me, sniff me, lick me, and then slowly walk away without doing anything more. I never sensed any form of hostility from it, and after the first few times I experienced the dream, I found myself growing curious enough to want to reach out and touch it, just to shut the gnawing thoughts up once and for all.

But it never let me. It was like it could read my thoughts and process my expressions with just a single glance and less effort. I felt like it actually understood me, and that was just absurd. It baffled me because it felt like more than just a dream. I could swear that in those orbs of that wolf was care.

“Please don't do this to yourself, Blaire... I do not like seeing you like this.” Jax's words rang in my head, and I groaned.

Lately, his presence has been incredibly bugging me because I hate the feeling I get when he touches me. I even stopped letting him touch me, throwing a tantrum anytime he came close to me. His eyes always haunted me, but he never tried to touch me again when he noticed my resolve. In fact, at some point, I didn't even want to see him and his stupid doctors, but he was rather insistent on me giving the doctors a chance to do their job.

Gradually, my speed reduced, and I found myself gently sinking to my knees as hot tears trailed down my cheeks. What was I even doing? Where was I even going? The night was quickly approaching, and I could tell predators would soon leave from the shadows to haunt for a prey. I would be a jackpot if I didn't get out here soon.

I crawled to a tree and rested my back against the tree's hard bark, aware that I must look dirty and miserable. I pulled my knees up a little and wrapped my hands around them, proceeding to sob because, at this point, death would be a better option.

I had no clue how long I remained sobbing, but I did know that the atmosphere had grown eerie, making the hairs on my skin stand as the cold breeze swept past me. It had grown dark, and I could hear the crowing of ravens, the hooting of howls, birds flapping their wings, crickets chirping, and rapid footsteps.

I looked up, growing chilled to my bones. I was at a loss for what to do, but that wasn't my problem. My problem was the big creature standing before me with orange, feral eyes glaring into my face. I gagged, bringing my hands to clasp around my throat because a very foul stench of decay was accompanying him.

The creature's skin appeared ghostly and pale, as though it might peel away with the slightest touch. Long black hair flowed down its body, and I couldn't shake the fear that it looked grotesque. Adorned in dishevelled regalia and a hooded cloak concealing its face, it left only a little peek at his jaw and a crooked smile that had grown on its dark lips.

With each passing moment, the stench of decay intensified, making it challenging to compose myself; the creature's presence sent shivers down my spine. The air seemed thick with an otherworldly tension, and I couldn't discern whether the crooked smile on its lips reflected malice or some twisted form of amusement.

His fingers were extremely long, and the tips were stained black. His jagged nails were lengthy. I could hear creeks coming from his body as he stretched forth his hand to feel my hair, and fear rippled through my body. My breaths grew ragged as I closed my eyes, sensing my hair slipping through its fingers. I wanted to run, but I couldn't move; it was like time had frozen and I was caught in it.

“Ay mer'da.” His hoarse voice came while his fingers trailed down my cheek.

I wished I could understand a word he had just said, but I couldn't. Suddenly, I felt images flash before my eyes. I saw myself standing in the woods, and this creature was behind me. I saw Jax as well, but the moment I decided to dig deeper into the image, it vanished, leaving me breathless.

“You are coming with me, little wolf.” He slowly said, and in that moment, I suddenly regretted ever leaving Jax's mansion.