I am not sure of what is beneath me, but one thing certain is that, it isn't human. for my hands lie on a furry surface, belonging to either a hairy beast, or a very furry animal.
I'm supposed to have landed on the ground but no..., i whisper to myself, I quickly stand up only to see a werewolf lying right in front of me, unconscious.
Without hesitating I reach for a stick, not sure of what I'm going to do with it, I walk closer to it and tap it with the stick, it didn't move maybe it's dead, I thought.
"Oh it's dead, did it die saving me"?
"It,?" Is that how you address someone who just saved your life.
"It speaks.., and in the heat of the moment the stick I held in my hands drop to the ground for my hands were unable to hold unto it . I begin to shiver not from the cold of being soaked from the rain, but from the voice I heard.
I begin to withdraw my steps but I lost my balance and fall to the ground, I didn't shift my gaze from the werewolf before me, for someone who wanted to kill herself a while ago I am sure stupid to now be afraid of a werewolf, didn't I want to die earlier.
It begin to walk closer to me, with the rain streaming down its soaked fur, turning it a dull silver under the lightning-lit sky. His eyes glow with a fierce, untamed light, unblinking . Steam rises from his breath, and though the wind howls.
It stops right in front of me and what I have never seen before in my life, was happening right in front of me. his body was suddenly twisting, bones cracking loud beneath the storm. Fur melts into skin, claws shrink to fingers, and the beast's howl breaks into a human gasp. He collapses, naked in front of me
I quickly turn around while still on the ground for he is completely naked but somehow I turn back staring at his face, Naked beneath the rain, he stands raw, beautiful, and wild. Moonlight kisses his wet skin, muscles carved like stone, eyes still glowing with the wolf's fire. The storm clings to him, but he doesn't flinch. He is man, he is beast.
Don't you have any shame I said, as if though I'm not enjoying the site of what is in front of me.
"Shame you say, before now I believe you were lost"
To feel less embarss I quickly ask, what are you doing in in Myrravelle and how did you get pass the seal
"Same question goes for you, you know?"
"What do you mean by that"
"The hill you were standing on right before I saved you, is in Lunareth[kingdom of werewolves]"
And as I turn my focus toward the hill, I quickly come to the realization that indeed, I almost committed suicide on the land of our suppose enemies.
"How did this happen" I ask in confusion
"I have the same question you know"?
"Can you please turn back into your human form?"
"I wouldn't be able to communicate with you if I do"
"What do you mean , didn't you speak while still in your beast form a while ago .
"You heard that?"
"Of course"
Confusion is already in the air as to how I was able to hear from a beast , from what he explained only werewolves could communicate with werewolves wether werewolf to humanform, or human form to werewolf. the communication has to be possible if only you're a werewolf
"Maybe I was hallucinating and I heard things?"
"And somehow you heard it right" What's your name?"
"Hazel" and yours?
"I'm Mica Nightshade son the of Ronan Nightshade the Alpha and King of Lunareth
"So that makes you....."
[Mica] "the prince" and you're
"I'm just Hazel daughter of the last or used to be last druid of Myrravelle
[Mica] "used to be?"
"There's a story attach to that, one I wouldn't want to go back to
And just right there tears begin to stream down my eyes it was noticeable for the rain has stop
[Mica] "oh I'm sorry if my words must have open up old scars
Mica wanted to approach me, but quickly step back. for he is still naked, so right there again he transform back into a werewolf but this time I fear not .
He walk right toward me and sat close to me, somehow I find my self reaching out to him, i nestle into its thick fur, my arms wrapped gently around its massive frame. Its warmth melted the cold from my skin as he lean into me, breath calm and steady.
It's so peaceful, unlike anything I've ever felt before. Somehow, I wish this moment could last a little longer. But then, the stillness is broken by the rustling of the bushes.
Someone or something is heading our way.
I quickly unwrap my hands from Mica, and he straightens, gaining his stance. Together, we stand still, waiting for whatever is about to emerge from the bushes.
And in the blink of an eye, a burst of magic thrusts out from the bushes, knocking me to the ground. I lift my head, heart racing, eager to see who it is and there she stands. My maid.
It appears she was Aiming at Mica who was in his beast form
She begins to chant an incantation, her voice low and steady, weaving through the air like a rising storm.
"Elarin vos meritha,
Solen'kai driftara,
By wind and will, arise
Let weight be lost and air be thine
As she chants the incantation, Micah, still in his beast form is suddenly thrust into the air. I know what comes next. I've seen the outcome of this spell and what it does.
And just then she continues
Ventara solith en drae- scatter to the wind and never stay
No!..... I yelled at the top of my voice as a sharp flash, then the air splits with a crack. Magic bursts outward, scattering leaves and debris into a wild spiral. In seconds, everything nearby lifts, torn and flung like leaves in a storm.
"Mi lady are you okay" my maid rush toward me
But before she reaches me, I rise to my feet, eyes scanning the surroundings, desperate to catch a glimpse of Mica.
"For a maid you sure are feisty" that was Mica's voice , I turn around—and there he is, standing right behind my maid now in his human form, completely unhurt.