Chapter 2

Maris was in a deep slumber on her average sized bed as the sun smiled on planet Earth. Her face was covered in sweat and her sheets were rumpled.

She struggled on the bed like she was fighting. Her head moved from left to right, hinting at a bad dream.

Maris stood in the middle of some naked men with the body of half a human and half a wolf beside her. She was confused. Was she still in a nightmare? Hadn't she been saved by some blue eyed god?

"Stop!" She screamed as two men clutched both her wrist and forcefully laid her on a wooden table. "Help me!"

Abruptly, she inhaled a puff of smoke. It filled her lungs and made her cough. She opened her mouth to suck in a deep breath, but was stabbed in the gut by an unknown force–she screamed.

That was all she needed to wake up.

Maris sat up, breathing heavily and scanning the entire room. The moment she realized it was a bad dream, she heaved a sigh of relief and slumped back on the bed with both her eyes shut. She reached up a hand to her forehead and massaged her temples.

Maris pinched the bridge of her nose and made a mental note to change her cotton bed spread to something lighter. She could feel just how soaked in sweat her bed spread was beneath her back.

The screen of the Samsung Galaxy beside her pillow lit up and began to ring–it was her secretary. As soon as her eyes caught the caller ID, she groaned before taking the call.

"Morning, Tracy." She answered, feeling a little sore in the jaw.

"Ma'am, you have two clients waiting for you." She announced then reduced the volume of her voice. "One seems to be going bananas."

"I'll be there in a minute."

With that, the call ended and Maris groaned. She laid on her stomach and screamed into her pillow. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in her head and she sat up, reaching up a hand to nurse the place.

A frown creased her brows the moment her eyes caught something else. It was a red bruise on her wrist, appearing like she had been clutched roughly–she rubbed on it and frowned deeper, trying to figure out what it was that was on her wrist.

After much thought and racking of her brain, she shrugged the worry off and jumped out of her bed to get ready for work.

She walked passed her mirror with a grey towel secured around her chest and instantly reversed to take a gander at her butt.

"Oh." She pushed out her butt and struck a pose for an invisible camera. "They are finally growing." She referred to her butt cheeks and rushed into the bathroom.

Maris turned off the shower and took a step forward, but something happened. She almost slipped, but she was lucky enough to have gripped the necklace she hung around the shower head.

"Darn it!" She swore out loud when she still landed on her butt with a spoilt necklace.

She got to her feet and rinsed her legs once again before stretching and walking out of the bathroom, making a mental note to get a less slippery slippers. She felt funny in her stomach, like some entity was living in it. Perhaps, her period was on it's way.

Maris drove out in a portable Honda and halted in front of the building she called a working place.

Aura, check. Her subconscious listed as she raised her head high and bounced in her heels.

Coffee, check.

She grabbed a hot cup of coffee and tapped her fingers on it for a bit, waiting for it to cool off.

"You said I have a two clients?" She asked the moment she approached her secretary.

"Yes, ma'am. One already left because he was tired of waiting." The brunette spoke with her eyes glued to the record she was going through. "Oh, he didn't leave a note or-"

"Hold on." Maris cut her short, by holding a hand up to her face and rushing over to the balcony rail to see who the person walking passed the building was.

A line formed above her eye brows. How did she know someone was walking passed her building?

She squinted her eyes at his back and tried to make out who he was, but didn't get any luck so she just rested her elbows on the rail instead and stared at her cup of coffee.

Instantly, he stopped and her heart picked up it's pace in anticipation to see the face of who had captured her spirit in some type of way or was she just exaggerating?

He spun slowly and their eyes locked. She felt as if he could see through her soul and she instantly became weak.

What's happening?

Her subconscious asked when she found it difficult to tear the eye contact. His nose and lips were covered under a handkerchief and she recognized the pearls he possessed–his eyes.

They mirrored the blue nail polish she had on. He turned and walked away and she was released from whatever paralysis she was having.

She heaved a sigh of relief and clutched her chest. She solely wondered if she was safe.

"Ma'am?" A soft hand gripped her shoulder and she jerked with a small scream. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine." Maris nodded and urged her to say what she had tapped her for.

"The other client is waiting."

Maris adjusted her chiffon top and nodded. "Wait, who's that?"

She pointed her index finger at the spot she had seen a familiar set of blue eyes, but it was empty.

"Who?" Betty asked and Maris shockingly folded her palm on her chest.

"He was right there..." She trailed off, then raised the cup to sip from it. "Ouch!"

She jolted and quickly removed the cup from her mouth when it had burnt her tongue and lips.

There goes my taste buds!