The Love of a Werewolf

chapter 7

The thunder shook the house and Ethan's fear began to set in, no matter how hard he tried to push it away. A king scared of thunder and lightning is laughable, but it's very real for him.

He looks over to Altheia, seeing her peacefully sleeping. After their talk at breakfast, they haven't spoken to each other. Ethan jumps again at the loud clap of thunder, feeling the anger that Zeus is unleashing upon the world, no doubt with the help of his brother Poseidon.

Sweat drips down the King's forehead and he forcibly pulls himself into the shower, to cool off and hopefully drown out the sounds of thunder. Altheia watches as he wanders off, her mind still reeling in shock at such a discovery.

He is afraid of the storm, she thinks. When she was younger and she got like this her mother would wrap her up in her arms and sing the thunder away, allowing her to rest easy. Hearing the shower shut off, she immediately pretends to be asleep again, hearing Ethan's heavy sigh.

Altheia peeks her eyes open, and she feels him crawl back into bed with her, pulling the blankets over his neck and shoulders. When Altheia hears a broken whimper come from him, her heart breaks. She scoots closer to him and wraps him up in her arms. "What are you doing?" Ethan asks, tensing up in her embrace and she shushes him gently.

"The rain will go away, my dear, so you have nothing to fear." Altheia sings softly. "Close those pretty eyes and let me sing away those tears." She continues, feeling him slowly relax in her arms, and bringing himself closer into her embrace. "I've got you, my dear, so let go of those fears, and in the morning, the sun shall be here." She hears his light snores and continues to hum softly to him, drifting off into sleep herself.

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The morning came and the sun did shine. Ethan lay wrapped in her embrace, uncaring of what others will think of him at the moment. No one has ever been able to calm him during a thunderstorm (not that anyone's tried) and that makes him feel weird.

He looks at the girl sleeping peacefully next to him, taking all of her in as she lay in one of his sweatshirts. Her collarbone is exposed, and he wants to do nothing but mark it up. His thumb grazes faintly over her lips, causing her to purse them in her sleep. His fingers trail down her nose and outline her face. "Good morning, Altheia." He whispers as her pretty brown eyes, meet his blue ones.

"Good morning, Ethan." She whispers back, mesmerized by the man in front of her. Ethan doesn't know how to describe this feeling inside of him, but he likes it. Ever since he met Altheia, she's been the one to invoke such feelings from him.

It's usually anger, the only thing he knows, but these other feelings have shown up and he doesn't know what to do with them. "Did you sleep well?" He asks her, taking in the little hat thing she sleeps in.

"Very well, you?" Her voice is still that soft, mesmerizing whisper.

"I slept well, why are you sleeping in that hat?" Ethan trails off, confusion thick in his voice.

"It's not a hat, it's a bonnet. It keeps my hair nice." Altheia giggles at the man in front of her. "Try it on." Before he can protest it's on his head. "Now lay down and see."

Ethan does and he's reluctant to admit it, but it feels amazing. "Where did you get it from?" He asks, hoping he doesn't sound too interested.

"You can have it, Ethan. I have plenty more." Altheia giggles and she almost awe in amazement at the light blush that colors his cheeks.

"Well, since you insist, I shall keep it." He nods, and she holds in her giggle. Who knew the King would be wearing a baby pink bonnet?

"Why of course."