A few seconds of silence rolls by teasingly; his eyes meet mine repeatedly as if they were connected by a magnetic pull causing bashful grins to riddle across both of our faces, unapologetically giggling each time it happens while he bursts into a rough chuckle. An undeniable sensation begins to brew inside of me; intoxicating and powerful, consuming almost as my wolf begins emitting more emotions than I can handle. My nerves continue to rage, pulsating through my body just as they were on the first day of school all those years ago making me feel giddy while I struggle to find words.
Unable to conjure something to say I take another gulp of my champagne; hoping to gain some courage before placing the flute onto the table when a blur of movement in the distance catches my attention, distracting us to my relief as I fidget awkwardly under his attentive stare. To my surprise a well-dressed server approaches slowly; their posture upright as th
Elijah slips his warm hand into mine; despite his fingers interlocking with my own and holding them in its place the gesture simultaneously manages to set me free, a sense of freedom taking hold of me as the excitement grows alongside the need to explore the other side of myself, almost consuming me in the process. A wave of anticipation courses through my body as I wonder what to expect, unable to recall much from the night of my first transformation when we saved Ash from Mordecai’s unfair fight, my mind far too occupied on my brothers rescue rather than taking in this newfound experience.Elijah leads me away from the warmth of our secret den; we descend down the wooden stairs and make our way back through the brightly illuminated garden, heading down a new route when I begin to question how big this maze-like yard actually is. A flurry of blue and lilac hydrangea’s hang above our heads; the petals gently swaying in the night
I’m unable to scream in horror like the frantic crowd behind me; my mouth refusing to open as I find that my words have deserted me alongside any ounce of courage I may have recently contained, motionless as I process the malicious warning undoubtfully haunting the restless room as well as myself. My heartbeat throbs heavily as I remain speechless; it's beat loud and irregular as it hammers against my chest but despite its ferociousness, I can barely hear it, for my mind remains clouded by the terror beginning to creep in. A feeling of dread crawls up from the pit of my unsettled stomach; my flight responses kicking in as my heart rate continues to quicken, adrenaline coursing through my veins ordering every muscle in my body to run, screaming for me to flee, but I remained frozen. A statue embedded into the ground as if the floor and my feet were one.A sharp chill runs through my body; my small frame shuddering in response as the venomous words of the unseen creature
I find myself numbly staring out of the apartments rain-speckled window while I rest my forehead against the chilled glass pane. I watch silently as the blackened clouds unleash their sudden fury, the darkened sky erupting into bright flashes of light as if the heavens were trying to breach this mortal plane while we sat mercifully below, exposed to its wrath. Web-like branches of lightning continue to strike above; cracking relentlessly as the storm takes root while a shuddering roll of loud thundering rumbles echoes amongst the tall City structures, filling the humid air around with its deafening bellows.My eyes drift away from mother nature’s downpour; dazedly lowering as they linger over the swarming streets below while they return to their usual busy antics despite last weekends unexpected events, the rushing mortals appearing seemingly oblivious to the threat surrounding them, none the wiser. I feel a pang of jealousy towards the humans; resentful of their unknow
Almost as if time were frozen, everything felt like it had stopped around me. My eyes bulge wide as they lock on to my newfound target; the shadowed figure becoming my sole focus while my surroundings disappear one by one, meaningless as I slip into my petrified trance. I feel my body begin to shake erratically; unable to do anything other than stare back at the hooded figure menacingly greeting me, shuddering as I fight the outpour of burning tears welling at the corner of my stinging eyes. How did he find us? Get Raven and get out of here, Willow! It’s not safe!Despite my wolfs encouragement to scream for Raven I find that my words fall short; breathless murmurs escaping me in place of wanted desperate calls, falling victim to the paralysing fear as it begins to smother me in its unwelcomed darkness. My chest begins to quickly tighten as the creeping fear grips me within its hold;
“Tell me she’s joking. That’s hysterical!”my wolf snorts amusedly within my spinning skull, refusing to believe the witches supposed revelation of my apparent past.“She has to be. That can’t be true,”I agree,“-there’s nothing royal about me or Ash!”A playful smile spreads across my disbelief riddled face as I look at the enchanting witch sat in front of me, her lips poised as she rests her delicate hands on top of her crossed knee while studying my face, waiting for my reaction patiently. I begin to chuckle softly; my face contorting as I suck in the air greedily, my timid giggle growing into an uncontrollable roar of laughter while Marie looks at me confused, her eyes shifting towards Raven, unsure of what’s going on as humoured tears stream down my cherry red cheeks.&l
I feel a sense of numbness lingering within me as my unrested eyes begin to flutter; exhaustion still weighing over me as if it were a dark cloud, consuming me as I try to wake from my slumber. The ambient glow of the brightening room breaks through the darkness of my shut eyes while I begin to gently stir after a sleepless night. I fight the urge to drift back off to sleep despite my body's demands; clutching the warm duvet to my chest as I lay on my side, unravelling myself from the cocooned sheets while I wiggle around dozily.I lift my heavy head from the comfort of my bed; the gentle buzzing within my ears slowly fading when I notice excited conversations erupting from outside the confinement of my still room, spread throughout the lively apartment contagiously. I throw myself back down; pressing my face into the soft bedding as I listen to the frantic commotion breaking through the closed bedroom door, sparking my curiosity and convincing me to get up.I ro
A momentary glimpse of discomfort consumes his anxious face as he sits himself up; his defined back muscles flex effortlessly while he turns around, fumbling nervously as he adjusts the cluster of pillows nestled behind him before resting back down against them. He continues to fidget; gently gnawing at the rough skin on his lips while exposing his bare chest from underneath the half-strewn blanket, his aura growing tenser as the seconds pass by. He smooths over the wrinkled cover with outstretched hands as he tries to buy himself some time while a worried frown hangs above his narrowing eyes. He eventually settles down; running a clumsy hand through his messy hair before allowing his arm to rest behind his head, exposing his muscular bicep with ease with its inked decoration wrapped snuggly around it.Elijah chuckles uncomfortably as he gently shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know where to begin.”He pauses with hesitation; taking his time as he draws
My head tilts as I look back at my excited mate while he anticipates my response; a wide grin still decorating his angelic face as he patiently waits for my answer, unaware of the panic building within my frozen body. I feel a powerful concoction of emotions stir from inside of me; an overwhelming tidal wave growing, formed by fear and doubt as they crash against one another. I allow the worry to take root, weakly submitting to its force as it consumes my clouding mind while the weight of Elijah’s request begins to gather on my trembling shoulders.“Huh?” I finally manage to murmur as my jaw gapes wide, unsure whether or not I had heard Elijah correctly.A soft rolling chuckle bursts from my mate's enticing lips; invitingly filling the air around us as he watches me fidget under his unshifting stare, “I want you to be my Luna, Willow,” he repeats warmly. “Did h