Yet?

The bed underneath me started to feel like it was a cage, the soft fabric turned scratchy as it wrapped around me and kept me tied there. I knew that it was all in my head, and I was only freaking myself out. Like always. Jumping up, I bounced off the bed and landed almost straight on the ground.

What to do in these situations? Well, candy is always my go-to tricky situation saver, but this was different. This was it, this had to be my WWVD moment. What would Viviana do?

"Yet?!" Following my gut, and calling after him while I began to follow his large shadow through the doorway he had just walked out of seconds before. Trying again, I asked in a much calmer tone, "What do you mean by 'yet'?"

Morpheus marched along, with long and confident strides. His shoulders up high, matching with the way he carried his own head. Not bothering to look back at me as he continued on his path through the empty hallway. Almost ignoring me completely, but I knew he could hear me, and clearly. My fists clenched together as I got ready to put on my top impersonation of my best friend. "Hello?!" My voice rang through the hall, "Hey! Wolfie, I'm talking to you!

Morpheus stopped, his body stiffened.

Bad idea? Too much Viviana?

"I-I just have some questions?" My statement came out as a question, and I had no idea whether he was going to answer them or not. So long, Viviana's confidence, and welcome, Emery's anxiety.

He turned, his head looking over his shoulder as he glared his green, dark eyes at me. Oh, if looks could kill. "What did you just call me?"

I felt my whole body shrivel up under his gaze, shrinking as I stood there with shaking legs. "Um," my brown eyes squinted as they looked anywhere but at him, drawing my bottom lip between my teeth, and breathing out a quiet, "well, I may have called you 'wolfie'?"

His left eye twitched, "Wolfie?"

I slowly nodded, and stepped back. "Yes, I did call you that," my hand slapped against the back of my neck awkwardly as my words came out far apart, stretched, "and, do I regret it? Certainly. Now, uh, I have a very important question that I really, really, really want answered."

Silence lingered in the air. Morpheus stood there, and I had my guesses on what he was thinking about. I wonder if there's any death ritual, do werewolves have those? Is he thinking about sacrificing me to the Moon Goddess herself? Wouldn't that just be his mother? 'Here, mother, a human sacrifice! Just like you've always wanted!'. After snorting loudly, I smacked my hand over my mouth.

His top lip pulled back into an almost small smile that I could only explain as unsettling, and he stood up to an even taller, intimidating height. "That man," he muttered to himself before speaking louder to me, "You shouldn't care about those matters."

"What?" I asked, my eyes widening in surprise, and I leaned my body away from his, taken back by an answer that I didn't know how to respond to, "Matters? This is my friend we're talking about. I know you know that."

He sighed, "Yes, and I said you shouldn't involve yourself in such matters." His eyes narrowed as he lifted his hand towards the entrance of the bedroom, "Get back into the room."

Stomping my feet against the ground that held me up, I soured my face, and stated, "I am not moving from this very spot until you tell me what you're planning to do with my friend."

Then he attacked. Like a predator finally attempting to take down his prey. In one single swoop, Morpheus moved forward and slapped his arms around my waist, throwing me over his shoulder. "You will stay in this room until I say otherwise," he growled out each word, each threat rolling off his tongue like poison, "or else."

The wind was knocked right out of me as I was lifted up, and on instinct I started kicking my feet out underneath the thick fabric that was weighing me down. My fists pounded weakly against his hard, muscled back. "Let go of me!" I shrieked as I hung upside down, my upper body swinging around as he walked back into his room.

"As you wish," Morpheus hummed, and threw my body down on top of the bed. My body went flying before I landed bouncing on the large bed, my arms flailing in the air.

"Morph-" before the words could get out of my mouth his arms had locked me in, pounding both of his fists into the bed at each of my sides.

"Why do you care about what happens to him?" Morpheus snarled, just like an angry dog.

Watching as his eyes narrowed and turned black, the colour swirling in his green eyes as his teeth sharpened, poking out from his full lips. "Be-Because that's my friend," I whispered underneath my breath.

"Friend?" He leaned closer to my face, his nose just barely touching my own as his eyes searched mine. For what? I wondered, I don't know.

"Just," my voice was quiet, and taking way too long to say just three simple words, "a friend."

My face heated up at how close we were to each other, knowing that my cheeks were turning a bright red. I must be insane, I told myself, truly insane. To have caring thoughts of a man who was not known to be so. A memory popped into my mind as I was distracted by all things Morpheus. This was not him, he was not doing this, but instead it was me who was remembering something from what seemed to be forever ago.

Vivana leaned over the table, her elbows propped up against it as she held her face up in the palms of her hands. A dreamy look was on her face as I could practically see hearts in her eyes. "Sounds like a creep," I told her and sipped at my French vanilla, "maybe even stalker-ish."

"No," she whined, stretching out the word while she puckered her lips, and thought of something to say that would make him sound good, "he's just so, so-ugh, just everything."

"Everything?" I asked her with a lifted eyebrow, every piece of me was screaming 'so dramatic'. "You met him like five minutes ago."

"So what?" She questioned and pulled back her arms, throwing them in the air before leaning back in her seat, "Mates are supposed to be different than just average couples, mates are soulmates, and not that fake stuff either. They're real, they're like written in the stars or something cheesy like that."

"Who knew you'd ever fall in love so fast," I wondered aloud. "What happened to my feisty Viv?"

"Oh please, I'm still here," Viviana rolled her eyes at me as she spoke. "He just makes me a little weak."

Morpheus had his face even closer to mine when I finally snapped out of it, a sweet scent lingered in the air, and his eyes were looking intently at my slightly parted lips. He looked different, no scowl, but just lost in thought. Mate bond, that's all it is, right? It's supposed to feel this way.

I knew that I was not Viviana. Sometimes I pretended that I could be like her, act like her, feel like her. But, I could never be Viviana. I was myself. I was scared, always so scared. And so, Instinct kicked in. I swung my forehead at him and hit him straight on the nose before he could even realize what was happening. He staggered back, catching himself before it was too late. Morpheus stared at me in shock, then he quickly shook his head like he was breaking out of a daze and grabbed his nose.

"I'm-I'm so sorry!" I sputtered out, ignoring my own paining forehead. What is he made of? Stone?

Morpheus made no noise of pain, but instead he just sighed and said, "Stay in this room. I do not want to see you out of this room, at all. No wandering."

Without sparing me a glance, he started moving to leave again. I nearly yelled as I jumped up, the heavy fabric pulling me back onto the bed, "Wait! Please, wait!"

"What is it?" He asked, his voice raspy and low, not turning to look at me.

"Is he safe, at least?"

It was then that I knew, the way his lip pulled back into a snarl and the way his body tensed up. I knew this look, it was one I seen a lot when Viviana had first met Max, when they would walk the streets and he'd let out a growl at anyone who looked at her in a way he didn't like.

I couldn't help but ask, "Are you jeal-"

"No!" he interrupted and shook his head more than once. "I am most definitely not jealous."

Morpheus stood there, looking almost impatient. The laugh that escaped me wasn't planned, but I couldn't stop myself as I giggled, "If Johnny was going to try to get with one of us, it would be you!"

"What?"

I flew back into the bed in a fit of laughter, "I can't believe you're jealous of Johnny."

Morpheus was hovering over me in a flash, his body leaning over mine as he watched me. "He's into men, is he?"

"Yes," I said and looked up at him. For a moment he looked nice, innocent even. There I was, feeling too much like Viviana as I looked up at Morpheus with heart eyes. Now, I was the one feeling like my head was in the clouds.

"Good," he nodded his head, and turned to leave once again. "I'm late already, I must go now."

"Where are you going?" I asked and lifted myself up on my elbows.

"A meeting that you don't have to worry about," he answered quickly, like he rehearsed this line a thousand times.

"But, I still have questions."

"Ask one," he told me, "but make it good, because I will only answer one for now until tonight."

The first one that came to mind was one I felt was needed the most. "How come I'm scared of you when you're not here, but I'm not when you are here?"

"That's the mate bond," he answered simply. "It's different for humans than it is for werewolves. For you, it will wear off over time until you're claimed, but for now that's how it will feel. It was made to make rejection easier between humans and werewolves."

And, he left.