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grabbed some kind of band and stood behind
her. Daniel worked her hair into a ponytail. “I love your hair, but I don’t want
it to get in my way. I love watching your face.” He took a seat again,
confusing her.
He offered her a slice of peach. Staring at the fruit
then at him, she frowned.
“You’ll feed from my hands,” he said.
Leaning forward she sucked the fruit from his fingers
trying not to touch his skin. Daniel laughed. “I wash my hands. You’re not
going to get any diseases.” For several minutes he fed her different slices of
fruit, sipping his coffee and reading the paper. The only attention he paid her
was with the fruit he offered up.
Was she invisible?
Gripping the edge of her seat, she took more fruit.
When the bowl was empty he buttered some toast and tore the bread apart. Again,
she had to take the food from his fingers. Slowly, the anger started to ebb
away to be replaced with comfort. She liked taking food from his offered hands.
He was feeding her, caring for her.
When the food was all gone, Daniel taking plenty of
food for himself, he poured them both a coffee. He folded up the newspaper
throwing it away from him.
“Here is your coffee. This is too hot, and I don’t
want to risk burning you.” He handed her the cup. She took it and swallowed
some down.
He kept watching her.
Should she say something?
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Dawn?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Did you feel how hot the coffee was?” he asked.
His face was a blank mask. She didn’t know why he was
asking such questions. Staring into the coffee cup, she frowned. Steam was
rising from the cup. She’d always been able to drink hot liquid. Being a wolf
she was able to heal a lot faster than humans.
“Erm, no. It tasted fine, why? Is there something wrong, Sir?” she asked.
“No, nothing is wrong.” He gave her a quick smile
before getting to his feet. With his back to her she stuck her finger into the
hot liquid. There was no pain. The wolf inside her was growling at her. When
she withdrew her finger she saw the scald, and yet she’d not felt anything.
You’ve not felt anything in a long time. This is what you’ve been
hunting for, the ability to feel pain.
Her wolf was pacing, clearly distressed. She placed
her hand on her lap watching her skin begin to heal.
“Have you ever been in a fight?” Daniel asked, washing
the dishes.
“Not really. I’ve seen fights but never been in one.”
He wiped his hands on the towel and turned to face
her. “Why did you dip your finger into the cup?” he asked.
She gasped. “How did you know?” she asked.
“The scent of
burning flesh, Dawn. You tested the liquid with
your finger. It’s not completely burnt, yet you had a scald that has now
disappeared. Tell me why you didn’t call or scream.”
“I’m a wolf. My pain is different from others’.”
“Wolves scream at burns, broken bones, even the pain
from the way I bit you last night.”
She swallowed around the lump in her throat.
“I don’t know why,” she said, rubbing her hands down
her thighs. “I really don’t know why, Sir.”
Staring down at her finger, she was curious as to why
she didn’t call out. Her lack of attention had brought her secret to his
attention.
It’s because you crave pain that you can’t feel. You’re sick, twisted,
and need to feel pain.
Tears filled Dawn’s eyes as she looked up at Daniel.
“Do I repulse you?”
Chapter Six
Going to his knees before her, Daniel stared into her
eyes seeing the fear shining within her depths. How long had she been hiding
this inability to feel pain? Congenital Analgesia was very rare in wolves, but
Daniel had heard of certain cases where wolves were tormented or physically
abused during their transition. Around a wolf’s eighteenth birthday they went
through the transition that rewired their brain to connect to their wolves. The
problem with this condition was in wolves it was harder to treat. He stared
down at her finger
her. Daniel worked her hair into a ponytail. “I love your hair, but I don’t want
it to get in my way. I love watching your face.” He took a seat again,
confusing her.
He offered her a slice of peach. Staring at the fruit
then at him, she frowned.
“You’ll feed from my hands,” he said.
Leaning forward she sucked the fruit from his fingers
trying not to touch his skin. Daniel laughed. “I wash my hands. You’re not
going to get any diseases.” For several minutes he fed her different slices of
fruit, sipping his coffee and reading the paper. The only attention he paid her
was with the fruit he offered up.
Was she invisible?
Gripping the edge of her seat, she took more fruit.
When the bowl was empty he buttered some toast and tore the bread apart. Again,
she had to take the food from his fingers. Slowly, the anger started to ebb
away to be replaced with comfort. She liked taking food from his offered hands.
He was feeding her, caring for her.
When the food was all gone, Daniel taking plenty of
food for himself, he poured them both a coffee. He folded up the newspaper
throwing it away from him.
“Here is your coffee. This is too hot, and I don’t
want to risk burning you.” He handed her the cup. She took it and swallowed
some down.
He kept watching her.
Should she say something?
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Dawn?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Did you feel how hot the coffee was?” he asked.
His face was a blank mask. She didn’t know why he was
asking such questions. Staring into the coffee cup, she frowned. Steam was
rising from the cup. She’d always been able to drink hot liquid. Being a wolf
she was able to heal a lot faster than humans.
“Erm, no. It tasted fine, why? Is there something wrong, Sir?” she asked.
“No, nothing is wrong.” He gave her a quick smile
before getting to his feet. With his back to her she stuck her finger into the
hot liquid. There was no pain. The wolf inside her was growling at her. When
she withdrew her finger she saw the scald, and yet she’d not felt anything.
You’ve not felt anything in a long time. This is what you’ve been
hunting for, the ability to feel pain.
Her wolf was pacing, clearly distressed. She placed
her hand on her lap watching her skin begin to heal.
“Have you ever been in a fight?” Daniel asked, washing
the dishes.
“Not really. I’ve seen fights but never been in one.”
He wiped his hands on the towel and turned to face
her. “Why did you dip your finger into the cup?” he asked.
She gasped. “How did you know?” she asked.
“The scent of
burning flesh, Dawn. You tested the liquid with
your finger. It’s not completely burnt, yet you had a scald that has now
disappeared. Tell me why you didn’t call or scream.”
“I’m a wolf. My pain is different from others’.”
“Wolves scream at burns, broken bones, even the pain
from the way I bit you last night.”
She swallowed around the lump in her throat.
“I don’t know why,” she said, rubbing her hands down
her thighs. “I really don’t know why, Sir.”
Staring down at her finger, she was curious as to why
she didn’t call out. Her lack of attention had brought her secret to his
attention.
It’s because you crave pain that you can’t feel. You’re sick, twisted,
and need to feel pain.
Tears filled Dawn’s eyes as she looked up at Daniel.
“Do I repulse you?”
Chapter Six
Going to his knees before her, Daniel stared into her
eyes seeing the fear shining within her depths. How long had she been hiding
this inability to feel pain? Congenital Analgesia was very rare in wolves, but
Daniel had heard of certain cases where wolves were tormented or physically
abused during their transition. Around a wolf’s eighteenth birthday they went
through the transition that rewired their brain to connect to their wolves. The
problem with this condition was in wolves it was harder to treat. He stared
down at her finger
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