Free Losing Myself in You by Heather C. Myers Page B

realized humans didn't know very much about the werewolf culture even if they were educated about said culture.  She couldn’t even ask her werewolf colleagues about it since most of them were lone wolves and didn’t know much about pack traditions themselves.
    It was all so complicated that Bridgette felt herself getting a headache.
    It was nearly four in the afternoon when she threw her legs over the bed and stood, stretching as she did so. She glanced straight across from the four-poster king size bed and found a full-length mirror. Gazing into it, she saw that she was still in her t-shirt and boy shorts, and she felt slightly relieved about this. Of course, something inside told her Marcus would never take advantage of her, but it was nice to know that nobody had come in and changed her. Her hair was messier than normal and she realized it would take a little longer to get through the knots that had accumulated while she slept. Everything else about her looked pretty normal; she didn't seem harmed in any way. There were no cuts, blood, or bruises. But…
    But there was that mark on the side of her neck.
    She hated the sight of it. It basically informed the entire world that she was his property, and that she was taken, however beyond her will it was.
    Bridgette snapped her eyes to the squared window on the adjacent wall, refusing to look at it anymore. Fall was surely here; for the forest surrounding the manor was devoid of any leaves, save for the blankets of color they made on the ground. The backdrop brought a grin to her face and her thoughts strayed, the mark momentarily forgotten . Bridgette had always preferred fall above every other season, preferably for scenery like this. Some might call it barren or dead, but she thought it was nothing short of beautiful.
    How wonderful it must be , a small voice inside of her murmured, to live here throughout all four seasons, and experience each one individually .
    Immediately, Bridgette shook her head to rid herself of the thought.   Her finger reached up to play with the tresses of her messy hair. She wouldn't even deny the thought because she refused to think about it at all. Instead, she turned around and glanced at the bed she had slept in.  Silk crimson sheets.  A matching quilt she would no doubt need once winter came – if she was still there for that long. After an inspection, she found that there were two fully stocked wardrobes on either side of the full-length mirror, and a desk next to the window should she ever decide to write. When she turned around to check out the opposite wall, she found the entrance to the room and a large painting of two brown-grey wolves staring up at the night sky with a crescent moon. For a moment, Bridgette did nothing but stare at it, until a knock at the door startled her.
    Her body tensed and she could feel her heart beat dramatically increase, her expression remaining oddly calm. She didn't answer the call, hoping they would think she was still asleep and leave her alone. However, the door suddenly opened, and the familiar wolf she had seen when she went in and out of sleep stood before her.
    "Oh, miss!" she exclaimed, quickly entering the room and shutting the door behind her to give Bridgette privacy. "I wasn't sure if you were up or not."
    Bridgette kept her mouth closed and her eyes narrowed. Sure, this girl seemed friendly enough, but Bridgette didn't trust any of them, at least not yet.  Bridgette inwardly slapped her head.  More like never.  She was a wolf and helping Marcus keep her here against her will.
    The maid seemed to recognize the unsure look on Bridgette's face, and offered the her a warm smile. "I'm Abigail," she said, introducing herself. "I'm your maid. Whatever you need, I can get for you if you just ask me for it."
    "I'm Bridgette," Bridgette murmured, though her distrust was still readable on her face.
    "Hi Bridgette," Abigail said and smiled once again. "It is so good to finally meet you. Everybody