(Alnilam)
Every sense heightens for me.
Every breath hurts as if the oxygen has ended in this world and my lungs have been filled with thorns.
Every scent disappears, except the exhilarating scent of her—citrus blooming in a sunny groove.
It calls me like a mythical lore, an enchanted melody, the one impossible to resist and yet I don't move.
Every colour turns grey while she appears sun-kissed, glowing as if the essence of sunlight has been soaked into her skin.
The gold threads as fine as a spider's web seem to extend from her and reach into my heart.
Binding it, filling it with an endless amount of love, unfiltered emotions, obsession, fixation, yearning and feelings I have never grappled with before.
Can she see them?
Can she feel them?
Can she feel me?
My body turns to stone, my magic and wolf wage a war inside me.
"Mate, I knew she was our mate. Get to our mate…" Snow howls, repeats and then howls again.
