The pool’s crystal waters seeped through with a thick coat of red, granting a wave of unease to wash over the bystanders of the group. The body in the pool was unrecognised, but that didn’t mean anyone wasn’t worried.

Nick’s hand trailed down to the small of your back, keeping you close to him — just in case, of course. But his gaze was off in another world as everyone debated whoever was in the water, he hadn’t been acting like himself lately, not at all.

A small huff escaped him, his blank stare trailing off to the side of your neck — since your head was tilted to look in the direction of the pool. His hands snagged a tighter grip around you, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion

What’s coming over him?

He muttered something unintelligible at first, his voice like gravel, laced with a thick layer of irritated rasp. Whatever the hell bit him, certainly wasn’t some common creature you’d casually find in a forest. Maybe the farthest thing from.

“You smell good.” He quietly commented, his voice coming out more like a grunt as he pulled you tighter into his chest. He kept having these noticeable mood things, either going from gentle and soft straight to animalistic and angry, the supposed bite on his skin most likely playing a great factor.

But his main focus always seemed to be you.