Chapter 52

Any sense of confidence had disappeared by the time we ended up outside of Kairos Moonraiser’s house. Besides the fact that I was going into the house of someone who loathed me and had tried to kill me multiple times, Loren had picked out an outfit for me as well.

The skirt she’d given me was five inches too short and five inches too low. It barely covered my crotch and was pretty much a sliver of denim. Furthermore, she’d given me a shirt that was so cropped it was more likely it was a bra. Loren claimed it was a crop top on her but she was also wildly shorter than me and had B-cups where I had Ds. About half of my stomach was showing in my outfit.

I drew the line at shoes though. Loren tried to get me to put on some frilly kitten heel but I’d vehemently opposed and stuck with my trusty combat boots instead. I was pretty sure I’d flashed her my entire vagina as I wrestled them on in my door room.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” I asked for the hundredth time in the last hour.

“Positive,” Loren said. “It’s not just Kairos who lives here. Thorne, Maximus and Petyr all do too. Plus, there’s already people all over the place. I highly doubt they’ll even notice were here.”

I yanked my skirt down as I felt it riding up. “Who invited us again?”

“Sissy!” Loren said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “She specifically told me to bring you too.”

I couldn’t help but feel as though it was a bit of a trap. Alessia hadn’t been exactly warm and fuzzy the first time I met her. She was an incredibly strong warrior and seemed to feel the same way as Kairos about weakness. Plus, her mate was Petyr, Kairos’s right-hand man. The whole situation felt off.

“Okay,” I said, tentatively as we finally reached the steps to the house.

Several students were lounging on the front porch with red cups in their hands. A few were smoking something that I immediately recognized as marijuana. I stared at them in confusion. Could wolves even get high?

Loren led us into the house, where a cacophony of music, yelling and loud voices met my ears. I flinched as I tried to tune out the sounds and focus on just the dull thrum of the house. Loren motioned me to follow her, and I weaved through the crowds behind her silver bob.

We ended up at the makeshift bar in the kitchen. It looked like a giant hole had been carved out sloppily to allow several male wolves in the kitchen to serve drinks out of it. Loren stood at the front of the bar and dragged me towards her.

“What do you want?” she asked, voice loud above the chatter next to us. I shrugged.

“Whatever you’re having,”

Loren leaned across the bar and flagged down one of the Alphas behind it. He was a third year who I’d seen mulling about Kairos’s crowd. He gave Loren a wink then gave me a very pointed once over. Loren held up a peace sign and the guy walked away. She turned to me, bubbling with energy.

“I’m so excited!” she said. “We have to dance! That’s my favorite part!”

I laughed. “Fine but I’m not any good!”

“Me either,” Loren replied. “But that’s what makes it fun!”

I laughed again then caught the Alpha returning with our drinks. He pushed one red cup towards Loren and then another towards me. I took it from him and he winked at me.

“Have fun,” he shouted over the music.

I blinked back at him, confused as to why he’d turned chummy all of a sudden. Loren grabbed her cup and waved at him before starting off into the crowd again. I grabbed my own cup and looked in it.

It was filled, nearly to the point of spilling over, with a pink drink. There was a bit of foam on top, swirling and sparkling as if someone had put fairy dust on top. I tentatively took a sip. The bitter burn of alcohol hit my throat first followed by something sickly sweet then something lightly herbal.

All in all, it wasn’t terrible.

I’d drank so little in my life, I didn’t have much to compare it to.

I took another small sip before following Loren into the middle of the dance floor. She spun around as she swayed her hips completely off beat. Her cup was held in between her teeth as her hands swung over her head. She looked utterly ridiculous.

I laughed at her and she took her cup out from her mouth before taking a swig. She cheers me and we both took huge gulps. Then Loren went back to dancing in the space around her. She grabbed my unoccupied hand when she spun around and shook it with her.

“Come on, Zora!” she yelled. “Dance!”

I took another sip of my drink, feeling the confidence I had lost surging through me once again. I tried to mimic Loren’s carelessness in dancing. I threw my arms and hips and legs around as best as I could to the thrumming of the music. I don’t know how long Loren and I had been like that, floating through the air to the music.

I paused and leaned into Loren. “I’m getting water!” I said into her ear. She nodded at me then went back to spinning around. She looked less like a werewolf and more like a fairy in the low, colored lights of the house.

I pushed my way back through the crowd. The room was spinning a bit as I walked. I was clearly drunk. I looked down at my cup, trying to determine if I needed a refill when I noticed, the glass was half full.

I started to panic as I became dizzier and dizzier. The room was spinning with the bright colors and the flashing lights. My feet felt like they were light under me, as if I was walking on clouds. I felt myself swaying from left to right as I stepped. I collided with someone and tried to mumble an apology but it came out slurred and unlike me.

“—absolutely wasted—” said the voice of the person I’d run into. I shook my head.

“Help,” I tried.

“—got her. She’s so crazy—”

A different voice came from the other side of me. I sagged into them, feeling my head hit the the area where their chest and shoulder met. They were much taller than me and had a heavy muscular build about them. They must’ve been a man.

I prayed to the Gods above it wasn’t Kairos.

The person I’d ran into was speaking again.

“—Kairos will be pissed—”

Then the second person

“—tell him. He doesn’t—”

The first laughed.

“—fun, you dog.”

The sentences around me were clipped and made no sense. I felt a hand wrap around my bicep. It dragged me out of the room with the music and the loud noises. My head spun worse in the quiet. The bright white light above me was flickering. My body felt like it’d become boneless.

“Help,” I wheezed again. My head was swimming. I leaned against the wall of the room, willing my legs to stay stable.

“Help? No one here is going to help you, pup.”

It was the first voice. I was right about it being a man. I could make out the vague outline of him as I tried to pry my eyes open. His tone was light as if he was playing with me.

“M’sick,” I mumbled. “Not drunk. Sick.”

“Shut up, bitch!” he barked.

I felt him grab my shoulders and slam them back into the wall. My head pounded more upon contact. My vision started to turn black, the sounds of the party fading in and out.

“Be a good little slut and put out,” the voice grunted.

I whimpered, finally recognizing what was about to happen. I immediately started to try and fight my way out but it was no use. My body wasn’t mine in that moment. It had succumbed to whatever I’d taken.

Don’t give up! My wolf screamed. She felt like she was underwater. Fight, Zora! We have to fight!!

I tried once again and the man laughed at me before pressing me further into the wall. “You think you’re so strong,” He said. “But you’re weak and this is further proof of it. I want you off campus. So I’ll be sure to give you a reputation that will force you off.”

His hands went to my chest again as he dug his knee between my legs. I cried out, pleading and begging and hoping that someone would find me. The man was trying to touch me when the door slammed open.

And then it all went black.