Moon Goddess (2) Werewolf Romance

38. After effects - Samira

Lately, probably the last half year, since Kiril had started to gather the pieces of Anima Mundis, unruly nights were rather the rule not the exception for Samira.

If she thought about it, she didn't even recall when they first met. It must have been at an alpha gathering and she probably just cataloged him as a dangerous jerk, just like Amaru, and didn't think further about it.

She had been so in love and happy with Dahiru nobody ever got a second glance, but that morning when the phone rang and Angel told her they were both alive and had saved Mila, she released a breath she didn't know she was holding and that upset her.

It upset her that she was thinking about him the whole time too while she was holding a crying Ju the night before. But at that point she could still blame it on the other girl.

It bothered her that it felt different when she saw him the night after, when he finally came back, all wounded and bloody. It felt like she saw him for the first time. It was the first time she noticed that his hair really shone like silver under the moon light and that the way his plump lips uncovered an elongated canine when he smirked, lifted an eyebrow and voice a tired but still melodically sounding "Hello, witch!" were just details of how ravishingly handsome he appeared to her in that brief moment and all the moments after.

His scent felt different even if there wasn't anything different about it. She sensed all the end notes off cedarwood, bergamote mingled with blood, metal and mud, and under all of them, that one scent that is the essence of a person and that either attracts or appals one.

Usually she would have remained passive but this time she felt her own heart rate accelerating.

What in the name of the goddess is happening to me?

"You are staring at me, Samira, and it is creepy. Please don't tell me you are going to attack me again. I am so awfully tired."

"You are hurt," she managed to say drily and smother all the colorful thoughts.

"Quelle surprise, witch!" he answered rolling his eyes theatrically. "I was in a long fight, killed a lot of people. Sometimes you get hurt."

"You are annoying."

"That is also nothing new."

"Stop it! You are really hurt. There is a piece of enchanted silver in your abdomen and you will not heal unless you take it out."

"You can sense that? Interesting," he said, for once genuinely surprised.

"I am a witch, as you keep reminding me. So, do you want help with it or not?"

"Don't want to murder me anymore?"

That question asked in a somehow jolly tone would usually have irritated her but now it made her feel very strange.

Do I? If course I do. What's wrong with you, Samira? But I couldn't right now. I definitely couldn't.

"Oh my... You didn't say yes right away. Am I on the way to get absolution for my sins?"

"Never. Not unless you give me my power back. I see you have now four. Did you bully Angel into giving you his, since he isn't dead?"

"What do you think of me?" he asked smiling sarcastically.

It looked... Charming. Whatever bullshit Dasha was saying, she was seeing it now.

"The absolutely worst," answered Samira grimly in full contrast with her thoughts. "Now do you want my help or not?"

"I am in a hurry. I just came to shower, see Ju and instruct you to come with me because I need someone to keep an eye on Angel."

"You have an open, bleeding, infected wound. I think that's worth fifteen minutes of your time."