The window, however, was much smaller than expected.

My body soared through the window as I pushed myself out as far as I could go, leaping like I was some kind of jungle cat and not someone who runs out of breath after walking up too many stairs. Yes, just literal steps. But, as my hips pulled into the window that seemed to shrink once I got closer, like a real, true optical illusion, it clamped down and kept me locked there. Like a mouse falling for one of those cheese traps, only in this case the bait was my freedom and I was now struggling to get to it.

And, I certainly did not expect to get stuck.

"Oh, sugar. Oh, sugar. Oh, sugar," I whined, and continued to repeat it as I kept wiggling in place. Out of all the windows in the room, I choose the smallest one.

The breeze of the outside wind smacked against my face, and the fact that I was so high up didn't help as it felt as though it was getting stronger, colder. Although, I couldn't help but feel a bit of relief that the noise from inside the room was now drowned out by the vicious sounds of the wind as it blew easily through the surrounding trees on the land. Whistling as it got closer.

My heart pounded in my chest, beating harshly against my ribcage. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. While my hands gripped at the side of the opening and I tried to push at it with all my strength, pounding my palms against the hard, brick window sill. Stretching my short body out until I practically popped myself out from the narrow window, like a panicking seal that was wobbling along.

A smile painted itself onto my sickly pale face, even though it felt like I was seconds away from tossing all my cookies, and I began to crawl down. Slow and steady. My hands placed themselves safely against the only ledge I had to possibly grip onto, and I pushed the thoughts of dying aside, no matter how much those dark images were starting to really get to me. Sure, I may have overestimated myself, but what is the better option? Here, throw yourself at a powerful, human hating, wolf-god and hope for the best, it's not like he's known to be an evil murderer or something. Or, you could try to take a shot at climbing out the window, crawling down each level, and landing safely on the ground like they do in the movies.

My choices were beginning to both sound terrible, so I put them into two categories, get your head literally crushed into nothing or fall splat against the ground into a bundle of nothing. Becoming nothing seemed like my only outcome. A small twig hitting my cheek snapped me out of my thoughts, no more thinking about falling to my death. Gulping down the ball of fear that had lodged itself in the back of my throat, my fabric covered knees scraped against the harsh touch of the bricks as I continued to move forward, away from the window.

Just as my last foot was about to get out of sight, and away from that chance of danger. Ready to swing my leg over. A hand latched onto my ankle, hauling me back in one successful yank, and I was officially on my way back into the room that I did not want to be in. That was proved during my shot of adrenaline when I picked jumping out of a window over staying in his room.

My knees slammed against the bricks as they were dragged back, the fabric on them ripped ever so slightly as I could feel the fresh scratches split open the skin on my legs, stinging. I held on as tight as I could, only managing to continue to hurt myself in the process as my hands felt the same rip and tear.

I could feel the unwanted pressure of claws digging into my ankles, going underneath the long cloak-like outfit, and pulling me closer to him. The pain and fear I felt was enough to cover the feeling of the mate bond, but no matter what, I knew who was there.

Morpheus.

Half my body was already pulled back in through the window, my toes just barely touching the floor as I stretched my feet out as far as they could go to feel the comfort of a flat surface. The pain subsided, my hands loosened and I found myself even leaning back, until slowly, his chest was touching my shoulders.

My blood ran cold, scared for what was next.

His breath fanned my cheek, pressing his face closer to mine. "What are you doing?" His voice was rough, threatening, yet soothing.

"I-I-" my mind began to go foggy before I even got the chance to say anything, beginning to turn into just a jumbled mess, but I knew one thing that I did not want. "Don't do th-that!" I panicked, spitting it out faster than possible.

"Do what?"

"I don't know," I breathed, "that thing you do, with my mind."

His warm hand grabbed onto my arm, and he soon moved the other one around so that he was caging me. The gentle touch had sent tingles through my arms as I looked straight out the window, and finally noticed how the morning sun was coming up, how long was I asleep for?

"This?" Morpheus dug his fingers in, his touch was no longer soft but instead it felt harsh, and controlling. The effects had already started as the dizzy feeling came over me. "Don't let me in. Don't let me in. Don't let me in," he repeated it, over and over.

My vision blurred as my eyes turned towards one another, going cross as I imagined a sinister smile appearing on his face. You could hear the eagerness in his voice. My eyes shut on their own as I heard screaming, ear shattering shrieks of terror. They reopened on a field, full of the dead and dying. Armoured bodies were sprawled out across the bloodied ground that was stained completely with blood, sweat and tears. Occassionally there was a turned back werewolf, now taking over their other half and staying forever as a lifeless, human body. I spinned unsteadily around in circles, nearly falling as every part that I had turned to was some type of disaster, humans throwing pointed objects and large wolves jumping on the backs of their prey. Each side fighting with their biggest strengths, one mauling and the other with man-made weapons.

It felt like I was stumbling backwards, my legs giving out underneath me as I began falling, but before I could hit the ground it was as though an arm had grabbed me. Sparks practically spun in the air as I looked back at who caught me. Morpheus didn't look the same, his face was changing. I looked down, scanning up as it started with seeing a blood coloured hand.

My view had landed on his familiar face, the excitement lit up in his eyes, and fresh blood dripped from his mouth, dribbling down his chin. His face rippled in the water. He stared deep into the river. Victory, I assumed.

My own screaming took me out of his trance that he had created, I shoved him away from me by banging my shoulders back against his chest, but he wouldn't budge. I pounded my fists against the sides of his arms, and I made my last attempt by slamming my head back until it struck his chin. I felt his body move back behind me, staggering backwards.

The growl he made was enough to make me stay put. This is not right, I told myself, don't trust him.

His hand shot out to grab the back of my cloak, Morpheus gripped the fabric in his hand and pulled. I was thrown against his bed in less than seconds. My body bounced up until I went flat against it. Quickly, my chin was being grabbed and moved so that I was looking straight into his narrowed, green eyes.

"Don't do that," he hissed, glaring at me as I shook underneath him.

"What was that?" I asked, still looking directly at him while I shook under his gaze, "Why would you show me that? How could you do those things?"

"If you don't want somebody to get into your mind, then don't let them," Morpheus told me, ignoring my questions. He pushed my head back and let go of my chin. Then, got up to leave, no longer leaning over me.

"The stories are true. You did all those terrible things. You killed them, humans, people just like me. What else have you done? Who were you talking about? Who did you kill?" Please, not Johnny.

Morpheus had his back against me, his shoulders tensed up at this question. Just before he went out of his room, he answered.

"I haven't killed anyone yet."