Cold.

The fall was almost never ending and the impact not as intense, but it was cold. Soon enough, the weightlessness and dizziness overwhelmed me. The darkness from my black dress floating all over me soon engulfed me sight and I was no longer in the water.

It wasn't cold anymore, infact I felt the warm caress of the sun on my skin, my clothes no longer wet and extravagant. Standing in a meadow, in the middle of such tall grasses. A soft laughter emanating from my lips, causing a pleasing rumble in my chest.

I felt happy, extremely happy. My eyes fell on the other figure standing in the large expanse of grass as I turned around. My laughter rang deeper and sweeter, love feeling my entire being to the point that it burnt in my chest. That song filling me, wrapping me, fondling me. It was too sweet.

The feeling grew even more when he maneuvered through the knee length grasses, rusted by the sun, breaking and snapping of as he made his way to me. His hair was much longer, falling past his shoulders and he had a thin framing lining his jaws with hair. But even with the difference, I was familiar with this mountain of a man. Infact familiarity couldn't come close to what i felt for him, my mate, my lover, Malik.

Filled with an overwhelming need to touch him and wrap my thin frame around him I began to run to him. My blonde hair jumping wildly around my shoulders, curly and bright. With an abrupt halt I can to a stand still, panic slowly raising.

My hand fell on my hair and I pulled it to see, it was curly and blonde. And from what I could tell it wasn't fake. I looked down on my outfit, it was a long dress made out of woven... well something looking like cotton, for the first time I realised it felt really itchy. It had a really odd and awful colour.

My eyes instantly went to Malik, analysing his outfit as well barely covering his chest, with wild hairs dancing all over. He was in shorts that did nothing but drag my attention to his powerful and thick legs. Why were we dressed like this? What the hell happened to my beautiful silky straight black hair?

As Malik approached me, he noticed my confusion. I was shocked how close I was to his eyes, and as he dipped to kiss me, I didn't have to go on my tip toes. Judging by how tight and secure I was in his grip around my waist and the fact that my thighs did not touch it was only reasonable to assume that I was skinny, and really skinny.

What is happening? I couldn't understand it until Malik spoke.

"What's wrong Mila?" He asked, worry etching his features.

Mila? Wait, don't tell me I'm in... oh gosh! I'm in his mates' damn body!

I pushed away from him, shocked, confused and worst of all guilty. Why did I feel like I was intruding on something very personal and intimate?

I didn't notice he was close to me anymore until his hands clamped around my upper arm and he pulled me to him.

"Hey sweetie, what's wrong? I told you the humans won't find us here. Besides if you feel lonely we could always go to the pack of wolves that I turned. We'll just have to journey for longer in our wolf forms." He smiled lovingly, staring down at me. I gulped.

Was she the first mate?

Why was I in her body? I want to see how she looked. Was she prettier than I was? I feel so overwhelmed, my breaths becoming shorter and my body and brain requiring more than I could give, I started to panic. Oh Goddess I was having a panic attack.

I could hear Malik calling my name but it sounded distant. As I fell to my knees clutching my chest, feeling Malik's fear through our bond, marked and mated. The connection felt all too real, way too strong. Still struggling to keep my eyes open and my breathing calm, eventually every thing went blank and I passed out.

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Anxious.

Was really the right decision running away? Papa would be devastated and mad. Why was I doing it then? This was absolute Stockholm syndrome. This guy was dangerous for me right?

My face etched in confusion as I stared at the mirror I stopped to look into before I left. They was a small bundle of tied up sheet and my hair, brown hair was tied up in a knot on top of my head. I had on little diamond earrings and a small silver locket around my neck. My red suede dress with white ruffles was too low cut for my comfort, but it wasn't all too tempting as my chest was nothing impressive. And though my clothes hung unto my every curve, I was skinny and gangly. I suspected under the long skirts I had long legs. My face was makeup free and defined. I had high cheek bones and a jawline. My lips where full and pouty and my eyes dull brown. I sighed and shook my head, not again!

"Siricila" a voice called from my not open window. Screaming out of surprise I turned to look at who it was. There in front of me was an absolutely breathtaking Malik. His dark hair long and sticking to his skin. His white shirt missing much too many buttons tucked into black breeches. With black riding boots rising up all the way too his knees. "Siricila, I understand I am just too attractive, but you were meant to have met me in your father's stable." He grinned. "Not having second thoughts now are you? My dear maiden."

I stared at him for a while, thinking of what to say when suddenly I was shoved to the back of the mind and I felt like a consciousness, not a person. Was this Siricila?

My eyebrows went up as my lip tilted into a lopsided grin. I scoffed. "Why should I come with you? It doesn't seem right, infact tis not! How shall run away from my dear papa. Not only is that disgraceful to my family what are the ladies of court going to say about me?"

Okay, 'tis'? What timeline is this?

I looked into his eyes, it held a spark of amusement and his smile didn't help at all. "How can you find this in the slightest, amusing?" I bit my lip, rubbing my temple.

"So shall I go, then?" He said making a move to jump off the window sill he was sitting on.

"How can you even do that?"I gasped. "You've made me a monster and I cannot stay far away from you. Not to mention I am no longer virtuous hence I will not be accepted by the court anymore. Here you are making jokes!"

Ugh, she sounded prissy and demanding.

He chuckled, literally. My insides already burning with fury, with balled fists and long strides, I came to stand before him angry and looking for revenge. My palms balled fistsful of his shirt on either sides and I held him close to my face, fuming. Worst mistake ever.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me even closer to him, slamming me against his rock hard abs. Staring into his eyes my fury dissipated just like my dilemma and doubt. I was running away with this man.

His other hand grabbed my chin and tilted my face upwards as he met my lips enclosing them in his. Not too long both, Siricila and I were engulfed in a passionately warm kiss that was heating up faster than expected. Unlike the last time in Mila's body, Siricila's consciousness was very much present. But she didn't notice, and it didn't surprise me. Seeing as she was a new turned werewolf, it was plausible she thought it was her wolf acting awkward. And something about her wolf felt so familiar but before I could ponder forward I was distracted but my skirt riding up my thighs. And the feel of my corset being undone. My was he skilled, I couldn't even take it off on my own and here he was excelling with only one hand and in the middle of the kiss. It felt too real, everything Siricila felt I did, it was like our consciousness where mushed together and sometimes it was hard to separate my emotions from hers, maybe because at the moment the body we were both residing in didn't belong to me.

Then suddenly again I felt it. Guilty, dirty the kind of way you feel watching porn, you know its wrong but here you are doing it. Pushing away I sought for distance, trying to steady my breathing and bit my swollen lips. I can't gave another panic attack.

Malik growled as he reached for me again, I resisted his hold again. I could see the displeasure and suspicion in his eyes. But before we had the pleasure of discussing it, a loud series of banging attacked my doors and it was followed by yelling.

"Siricila! Open this door at once! You are under arrest and will be taken to the catholic church for investigation. By the order of the King Thrufit and the Priest."

What????

My eyes widened in alarm as I looked to Malik. "Why are they here?" He demanded curtly.

"I don't know" I responded, panicking slightly. Absolutely honest.

"Did you tell anyone what you are? I told you to keep your mouth shut."

"I promise I didn't tell anyone, I have no idea how they have found out."

"Siricila!"

Papa? Wait how do I know that voice belongs to my... ah Siricila's thoughts.

"Come out at once! The church can help you, come out now!" My father ordered from the other side of the door.

"You didn't tell anyone?" Malik growled.

I gulped, I knew it was risky telling papa, but he was my only family and sue me for wanting both my father and mate. But this was too much, how could he do this? If I go to the church they'll definitely kill me, the war between the lycan and human is generations long. They'll feed me wolfsbane and cut me with silver. With a broken heart I turned to Malik who was at the edge of losing his control judging by his bright blue eyes.

I grabbed the bundle of clothes I had been fiddling with and walked over to him. "Let's just go" I whispered.

He grabbed my arm and helped me as we jumped out of the window. Immediately we broke into a sprint as soon as we touched the ground. Tearing our way through a mass of people, I took over and pushed my self faster, urging my body to move faster. But the soldiers were gaining on us and it was not going to be good. They shot arrows at us and it would be a matter of time before one hit us.

People had already fled the street, the alarm warning them who and what the soldiers were chasing. We shoved everything behind our path to slow down the soldiers, turning and winding. It shook me how well Malik knew the city, before long we were slowing down. We finally lost them. As we came to a halt around the walls waiting close to the gates for a chance to make a beeline out of the town.

We stayed by the side of the building panting hard.

"I'm proud of you Siri. You kept up well." Malik took my face in his staring deeply into my eyes.

I wondered if he could see me. If he could see Iris. It was hard to separate myself from this amount of emotion. It was hard to remind myself that it wasn't directed at me. As I blinked a stray tear rolled down the side of my face and Malik smiled at me wiping it with his thumb.

"You were brave, my love." He leaned in to kiss me, but before he could capture my lips I shoved him away.

"I-I can't do this" I moved backwards, creating distance.

"Why? What's wrong Siri, do you feel sick?"

"I-I can't do this" I repeated as I stared to hyperventilate, air became heavy and hard to sniff in. I clutched my chest and fell to my knees trying to calm down but it wasn't working. I could barely feel or hear Malik around me. My sole purpose at the moment was leaving here and getting back into my own skin. With that thought I shut my eyes and everything went blank.

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