The First Fae Mate

Sixty-nine | Returned

The green-eyed boy trained day after day, growing stronger and taking on wolves much larger than him with ease.

The silver-haired girl watched from the trees. She was always glamoured, invisible and scentless. Yet, her gaze never wavered from the green-eyed boy. Something about him held her captive. She would watch just long enough not to be missed by her mother and father. Their movements, like clockwork, would give her enough time to climb down the tree, race home and appear as though she had never stopped training.

It was the day of her eighteenth birthday, following earth's time, and she was overcome by the need to see her green-eyed boy- now man, again. 

She crossed the Invictus boundary with a simple glamour and skipped along the familiar trail. 

Her parents had left to talk to her grandmother some time ago and had yet to return. This time when she arrived at her favourite tree, the green-eyed boy was talking to his friends. A short redhead with hair just beneath her shoulder blades giggled and jumped around animatedly next to a muscular brunette. 

Another girl with a phoenix tattoo across her chest swatted at the redhead and threw her head back with a laugh. The green-eyed boy reciprocated, and the silver-haired girl's heart raced. He looked particularly dashing that day. She leaned closer when a twig snapped beneath her feet, and all four head's swivelled in her direction. She froze with wide eyes as the green-eyed boy lurched forward.

The tattooed girl tugged on his arm. "What is it?"

He rounded on her. "You can't see her?"

"Who?"

When the green-eyed boy turned back, the silver-haired ghost disappeared.

"Nothing," he replied. He told them he would stay behind and train, keeping a careful eye on the forest. Soon the silver-haired girl's head popped out from behind the tree, and he inhaled deeply. Lavender and rain. 

He shifted and stretched, trying not to spook her, or know he had spotted her again. Then, without much forethought, he sprinted at the girl when she gasped and blinked out of existence. The black wolf dug his claws into the dirt and sniffed the earth. The scent, although faint, disappeared towards Malum. 

He could see a slight shift in the fallen leaves when he focused his gaze as invisible feet tiptoed away. He followed the scent, faster and faster until he heard the faintest voice, soft and warm. "Stop it. You damned wolf! Go back home!"

The plea only spurred the wolf further until they crossed the territory lines. The green-eyed boy hesitantly crossed through the barrier until he reached a strange stone circle.

"Stop right there!" The silver-haired girl yelled, now corporeal and slightly flushed. "You can't be here!"

The wolf with green eyes took in the girl's appearance with a beaming smile. She was beautiful and deadly, he sensed. He turned, ran through the barrier and shifted after finding his hidden cache of clothes and energy bars. He dressed and returned to the same spot, but there was nothing there. The stones and the lavender scent remained, but the house did not.

"I'm not leaving until you come back and talk to me," he yelled to the empty trees. "I know you're still here."

He had heard of the Fae and learned never to trust them, but this mysterious girl transfixed his soul.

She didn't return that day, but he never stopped looking.

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"Is that all?" Gideon murmured, clearly processing.