Moonstone

Wild Endings Part 3

"She walks in beauty like the night, of starry skies and cloudless climes and all that is best of dark and light meets in her aspect and her eyes."- Byron

Can

"Did you know that, sweet? Wolves are bloodthirsty feral creatures with loyalty only to themselves," Fabri grinned, his fangs glinting dully in the darkness.

I heard the venom in his words and I froze. Noticing my distraction, he sent waves of his siphoning to slam against my shields. Shields that were now strengthened by the bond I had with the only creature in the universe that mattered. My heart hammered in my chest as the words found their mark. She stilled and released a small gasp. My vision went red and I felt my wolf furiously pushing against my skin

Fabri choked out something else while he fought an infuriated burst of telekinesis. I had his creature pinned in place as Sanem's shining gaze swung to mine. I held my breath. Fabri's horrible maniacal laugh rang out even as he fought to escape my choking hold.

Without a word, she tore her gaze from mine and looked at Fabri's now triumphant expression. 

Look at me, I begged.

If she left, there would be nothing left of me... My wolf stirred again and prowled irritably at the thought. As if the possibility was ludicrous. I knew that no matter how she felt, I wouldn't let her go whether she wanted me or not. My need for her was possessive primal and feral. I could never let her go.

She turned and looked back at me again, her eyes narrowed and her mouth pursed in irritation. The bond simmered with her anger. Her spine stiffened and she moved closer to Fabri's creature. I moved towards her and she held her hand up without turning, effectively stopping me in my tracks.

"Your first mistake," she said to the creature that was Fabri in a clear voice, "is to assume that my love for him is so weak that a few venomous words from you would shatter it." 

That goes for you too, Wolf. Her irritation with me was unmistakable.

"Your second is underestimating how strong our bond is," she said looking so magnificent in her righteous fury that I had to blink back tears. Her brow furrowed and her smile twisted into a satisfied smirk before she said:

"And your third mistake is that you have no idea how powerful that makes us." 

I stalked towards her, relief pouring through me and leaving me lightheaded. I confessed everything that night. I was fearing the worst when she wept inconsolably. She deserved to know the truth, I knew that, and yet I'd kept it from her because I was a selfish bastard who didn't deserve her. I steeled myself for anger, repudiation, and even abandonment. I'd never be able to let her go far and my wolf would not allow us to be separated for long, but if she had wanted to leave then, I'd have let her go. 

Maybe.

Instead, she'd disarmed me by wrapping her arms around my neck and whispering, "I'm sorry you carried this guilt with you for so long..."  That was the moment that I finally felt like I was truly and wholly hers and I'd never again be able to exist independently of her. I did not deserve her but I'd spend the rest of my existence trying to. I shook my head at my idiocy. How could I ever doubt her when she was the girl who saved a wolf instead of running away from it?

She placed her hand in mine when I reached her side. The connection grounded me and the terrible tension finally drained out of me. My wolf prowled under my skin, my eyes flared gold and it was the wolf's growl that trembled in my chest. I was furious with this vermin for even speaking to her. The impulse to shift moved like lightning through my veins. Maybe there was hope after all.