Language Barrier (A Werewolf Mate Story)

Chapter 6

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He was here; the man that smelled just like I imagined the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden smelled like. The glorious man was standing only a few feet in front of us. He was so delicious that I could even taste him on my tongue. And I still had yet to see him.

In this moment, I had a decision to make. It was obvious he was a wolf; his body was laced with the smell of a werewolf. Normally I would have said that the human forms reeked of their wolves, but this man did not reek. Far from it.

He had not seen my eyes yet, and even with my wolf present in my body, he would not be able to smell my wolf. Here was my decision: I could shove my wolf into the far recesses of my mind and pretend I was human. If I did this then it would keep Mel and I out of the danger that would come when it was discovered that I was neither completely human or wolf. But it would also put us into the male wolf’s hands. I would not be able to interpret whatever he tried to say to us, nor protect Mel if he decided to attack.

If I stayed wolf, then I could protect her and interpret whatever he said, but there would be a few obvious giveaways. For one, I have never actually tried to use my body language or telepathy to speak wolf. Heck, I did not know if I had any telepathy. I knew for a fact that I could not put thoughts into human’s minds. It would not be a stretch to say that I could not send my thought’s to a wolf either. The wolf trying to read my body language, other than the obvious facial expressions, would be like trying to read a brick wall.

It was an easy choice for me to make.

In the last hour or so, I had given my wolf much more control of my human body than I have ever allowed in the past. This meant that it was harder to push her back into my mind than it had ever been before. But this was a matter of life or death, so with a little exertion, she was put away.

I blinked one more time to focus my eyes, but it was not needed. My human eyes were already adjusted to the light.

Switching back from wolf senses to human senses was like hearing Justin Bieber live in concert and then trying to listen to any of his recorded songs ever again. Being shown the universe, but having to settle in one little city for the rest of your life. Being offered the world, just to have it all stripped away.

It was a little bit of a letdown.

At least I could finally see the hunk standing in front of me. And God was he a hunk. He was so tall; he had to be at least six foot four. The man had strong and bold facial features; a square jaw that was currently clenched tightly shut and sloping cheekbones. He was wearing jeans and just a plain black t-shirt, but it was tight enough to see that he every inch of him was rock hard muscle. But his best features were his eyes; brown I think, but they looked so dark that they could have been black. This made me wonder who his eyes belonged to; his human or his wolf. They were the kind of eyes that a girl could get lost in, and man was I dying to.

All of the wolves that I had seen until now had all held a strange, wild natural beauty; even Mason. This man took that to a whole new level.

Seeing him made me wish so badly that I had taken option number two. He was a wolf, but man did I want to call this wolf mine. The problem was, he now thought that I was human, and for the sake of Mel and myself, I had to make sure that he never knew any differently.

The man was staring at me with his beautiful eyes wide open in confusion. They were defiantly his human eyes, because as I watched, he started to slowly transform them into his wolf eyes. Mel would never have caught this because she would not have known what to look for, but I saw it. It was subtle, but the tear-ducts of his eyes dropped down to give his eyes more of an angle. His irises grew just enough for me to see the difference with my human eyes, and the shade of his eyes got infinitely lighter. I assumed that he did this so that he could read what my body language was saying. That was a very bad sign-he would only do that if he thought that I was a wolf. There would be no reason for him to do that if he thought that I was a human because wolves cannot read human body language. All they can do is influence a human’s mind.