Voice

"Amaris."

She frowned. She could hear someone calling her. It was the same voice she heard in the hallway yesterday. Who is it? She asked inwardly.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She couldn't recognize the place. From the looks of it, she was in a bedroom. She moved to sit down on the bed.

She flinched when she felt a sudden pain on her back and between her legs. When the blanket fell from her body, she realized she was naked. Her heart suddenly pounded loudly.

Panic and fear were starting to consume her. What happened to me? She asked herself. She tilted her head around, trying to remember where she was or why she was in that bedroom.

She then felt something heavy on her legs. She looked at the other side of the bed and saw a man sleeping quietly beside her. She stared at him, trying to recall what happened last night.

Did she really allow this to happen? Did she just give herself to this man? She knew the guy, it was Zion, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack.

She felt a throbbing pain in her head. She couldn't just react violently towards Zion. She wasn't sure if she allowed this to happen but it didn't look like he forced her. 

It was weird. With the guys she dated, she could remember the things they did in the past, she only forgot what she felt. But now, she couldn't remember what happened yesterday. 

Not all of it though, parts of it have been erased. Like why she was in his bedroom or in this house. She remembered someone was calling her yesterday in the hallway, though. But that was it.

"Amaris."

That voice again, sending shivers into her whole body. She mustered her strength to get off the bed to follow the one who was calling her. Her knees were shaking when she stood up and looking at bed, she saw droplets of blood.

She sighed. She really gave herself to him, but she didn't feel disgusted about it. She just feel sad that she couldn't remember what it felt.

She walked towards the couch, naked, and took the robe hanging on the backrest. Her back really aches a lot and she felt the soreness between her legs.

Giving a last glance at Zion, she went out of the bedroom. The room seems to be on the last floor of the house. The hallway was lighted dimly with wall lamps, making it feel like she was in an old abandoned place.

"Amaris."

She gasped for air when she heard the voice whisper in her ear. A sudden chill ran through her body. She embraced herself and bit her lips, letting out a deep sigh, she continued to walk on the red carpeted floor.

The castle walls were full of old paintings and statues of different creatures. In the middle of the hallway, she saw a painting of a werewolf and a woman sitting next to each other in a flower garden. She raised her hand to touch the painting but was surprised again by the voice, calling her like a wind howling through the night.

"Amaris."

As she turned around to wander down in the dark cold path, she saw a door with a symbol carved on it. It was a sword overlapping the crescent moon.

She was sure that the voice came inside the room. She took a deep breath and was about to hold the knob when a powerful force held her shoulders, pushing her away from the door.

She fell on the floor, feeling a mixture of pain and fear. She looked around but there was no one there but her. Her heart was beating so fast and her breath started to get ragged.

She could feel the pain in her shoulder and a numbness in her left foot, her back was leaning on the wall where she was pushed.

"Who's there? What do you want from me?" She almost yelled.

A sudden gust of wind that sent shivers into her spine blew inside. It became colder and chilly. There were no windows from where she was so she didn't know where the wind came from.

Then she heard the voice again, but this time, it wasn't her name that was being spoken. She couldn't understand what it was but she knew it was in another language.

"Ere bi te aime, afflition les de luna."

"Ere bi te aime, afflition les de luna."

It keeps on whispering into her ear. The frigid wind brushed through her skin, making her tremble both in fear and from the coldness of the hallway.

She covered her ears and started screaming.

"Stop it! Stop it! Leave me alone!" She shouted over and over.

But the voice didn't stop. Tears started falling from her eyes and her whole body was shaking. She felt alone. Then she remembered the man who she left in the bedroom.

"Zion! Zion! Please, help me!" She cried out his name.

She was startled when a warm hand touched her shoulder.

"Ari, it's me!"

It was Zion's voice. She tilted her face to make sure that it was him. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. She rushed into him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Zion!"

He didn't know what happened. He woke up and saw that she wasn't there beside him. He panicked and looked for her when he heard her screaming so he ran towards where she was. He saw her on the floor covering her ears and screaming on top of her lungs.

"I'm here. I'm here, love." He murmured.

She was crying in his arms and he could feel her body shaking from fear. From who or from what? He didn't know. He let her cry while he hugged her tight, making her feel that she's safe.

When she stopped, she turned to him to look at his face. Just by looking at her face, he already knew she had forgotten what happened yesterday.

Was she cursed? Did someone put a spell on her so she would not remember him, and even forget the feeling she has in her heart? Who did this to her? To them?

Zion clenched his teeth. Rage was starting to fill in his heart. He would never forgive those responsible from breaking them apart. He promised to find out the truth and  get his revenge.