Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 33

"See? This is exactly why I preferred to wait before revealing who Tom was. You weren't physically or mentally healed yet. What did you want me to do? Damage you more?" Perhaps his plea and motives were without evil intent, but we were talking about my life here. A life that was brutally stolen from me. And now Dominic, who may or may not have accidentally been there to save me. Suddenly a thought popped into my head that I denied, but kept coming back into my head.

"I wonder if you could have saved him as well? Why did you choose me? Why not both of us?" I screamed at the top of my lungs, wiping away my tears. 

His face froze on the spot. It was like he couldn't believe that's what I thought of him. But at this point, I wasn't interested in his feelings. Another thought wouldn't give me peace. Could my life have taken a different course, and that tragedy has had a different outcome?

"Are you saying what I think you're saying? That I had a choice between you and Tom? Rebecca, do you even know who, or rather what, attacked you?" 

As much as I tried not to react, it was impossible. I didn't understand his question. He knew very well that I remembered nothing from that night.

"What do you mean? Do you enjoy torturing me?" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air and then dropping them to my waist as if I had surrendered without a fight. 

His face seemed to darken more. He looked at me breathlessly, trying to tell me. But nothing prepared me for his answer.

"Werewolves," he said briefly, staring at me. I still didn't realize what he had said.

"You mean... wolves?" I asked with half a mouth. 

"I don't know who allowed you to refer to me as something you could own. I'm not anyone's possession, and certainly yours." He still had me in his hold and somehow pinned to the wall by how many steps back I had taken. His eyes darkened even more and their blackness became menacing. I could have sworn that for a few seconds, that black blended into a deep red like the fires of hell. Maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me because I was so angry. How could someone's eyes become such a color?

But judging by his posture, I knew I had the nerve to face him. I wasn't afraid of anything, so I wasn't frightened of him either. Life has taught me to live like that. It hurt to think that my fiancé had died, but my mind blocked out that memory and any other related to him. So, the actual pain of losing a loved one, I did not feel as such.

To my surprise, he stepped back, giving me room to move. Was this a battle I had won?

"That's right, you are nobody's possession, nor mine. But the night I saved you, I swore to myself that I would dig deep until I found out who had hurt your fiancé, and therefore you. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I will. That's why I say it's better to stay close to me. You're not safe yet."