The morning sun is beaming down through the mesh curtain, radiating heat across my cheek. I groan groggily as I slowly stretch out my aching back. Today looks like it's going to be a great day, I roll over and next to me is my Norse God of a boyfriend.
He's built like a statue carved by Michael Angelo. He's tall, with thighs like tree trunks.
This life I live is near perfect, except for one small thing, his mother. She's never approved of us. Just last night she said I'm "just trying to get to the family money like a greedy gold digger."
It's not like she's any better, she divorced his father the second she gave birth to his son, my Blake.
She claimed emotional distress, domestic violence, and the like. With her level of influence almost the whole pack believed her, so she got majority of his money, all of their marital assets and he still had to pay child support.
I'm just lucky that Blake always comes to my defence, he's never let his mother talk to me badly, even behind his back. I love it when he stands up for me.
His words from last night echo in my head, he'd been eavesdropping on us because he never trusts his mom with me. "That's rich coming from you. Didn't you take all dad's money the moment I was born?" He retorted smugly, bored from the repetitive jabs she makes.
Except that's not my reality, the radiating heat from the sun turns to burning heat reminding me of that. The once beautiful main hall I called home burning around me.
I hear shrieks, crying and screams from all directions as wolves, vampires and hybrids scramble in all directions. Someone grabs my shoulder shaking me from my dazed state.
How long was I standing rooted to the spot, that the fire department is already here? A mysterous man leads me out of the burning wreckage of the hall.
Everything is a blur of flames and screams, the heat slowly fading behind me. As soon as we're out of danger the mysterious fire fighter let's go of my arm, and I collapse to the floor.
"What were you thinking, Caitlin? You could have been seriously burnt." The strangers voice seems vaguely familiar, but I'm too distracted to figure out who it belongs to.
"What happened?" I ask, not wanting to know the answer.
"I was in an argument with Blake, something about his mom. He's never yelled at me like that before." I try to make sense of everything as fragments come back to me. What the fuck just happened? I just stood there surrounded by flames, long enough for the fire department to arrive.
Why didn't I move? And why don't I remember what happened? I remember arguing with Blake about how I never stand up for myself and it's like my memory cuts off. Why can't I remember?
I strain to figure it out, but the more I strain to reach for the memories, the more my head hurts.
"Some kind of explosion, we're still not sure of the source. Once the fires out it will be pretty easy to figure out what happened." The voice from behind the mask cuts through my thoughts.
"Are you hurt? Was there anyone else in the room with you?" He asked, a worried tone in his voice.
"Shit, Blake." I scramble to my feet desperation soaking my voice. "I was arguing with Blake when the explosion happened. Has anyone found him yet?"
"Caitlin, the whole rest of the room was in flames. That's why I needed to know." His voice stabs me like a knife twisting in my chest. "There's no way anyone would have survived that, I'm surprised you were unscathed."
My world shatters in an instant. "W-What?" It's the only word I can muster, as my legs buckle under me and I collapse to the ground. "What?" I repeat.
"I'm sorry Caitlin. All you can do is hope he got out, we can start looking for him as soon as the fire is out. Right now, I need to make sure you're ok. Are you hurt anywhere? Did you get burnt?" The man takes off his helmet, runing his fingers through his hair. I look up to meet his gaze. I know why that voice was so familiar, it should have clicked sooner. Why did it have to be him? It's like a slap in the face.