Elemental Wolves

{Chapter Sixteen}

Elian

Beautiful. That was all my brain would allow me to think about as I trotted behind Teagan in wolf form.

The mark on his neck and upper shoulder, the sigil of the Sun, was already nearly complete. And It's only been a couple of hours since it began to take shape out of nowhere.

And every since then, he's consistently complained about it being too hot. Insisting that we took a walk or run around outside for awhile. Something about finally making good on a promise that he made to his wolf.

Honestly, I understood it fully.

At the part of not spending as much time with my wolf at least. I feel terrible that I hadn't allowed my wolf or lion out to stretch their legs in so long. Or that I haven't trained and meditate like I usually would.

I've been so wrapped up in Teagan to the point that time zipped by. I guess that's what happens when you enjoy your environment and your person.

Both Sol and Helios aren't too upset with me about it though. They understand how I felt and how I, or anyone, could get so caught up in such an amazing person.

I mean hell, I didn't hear a peep from them everytime I buried myself in his scent or was underneath him. Any other time, especially when we're apart, they were more on edge than I have been.

And rightfully so.

With everything going on and the very real possibility that Teagan may be in the center of everything, we've been a little off balance.

And that's not good.

But that's not where my mind is right now. Right now, it's his wolf. It's breathtaking. His fur, a deep rich shade of brown. The deepest of shades that would cause other to mistake it for black. The shade visible only underneath direct sunlight.

I stared. Shamelessly. Not just because I was behind him. But while I was admiring the way the gentle breeze ruffled through his fur as it blew, I was greeted with another surprise.

The sigil of the Sun, of me, had transferred over into his wolf too. I didn't know that my sigil would carry over. And in the same spot.

The emboldened lines that make up the powerful symbol was colored in bright golden flair.

I'm absolutely elated because it gives me the pure satisfaction in showing everyone else that he is mine. And in due time, I would bare his very own marking and if he wants, sigil.

He doesn't even know. I didn't get the chance to say anything about it because I was distracted. Not only by his beauty.

But rather the look on his face. It somewhat broke my heart because there was nothing, but vulnerability showing as he looked up at me with those startling red eyes. Demanding approval from me.

Hopeful that I would appreciate his wolf form the same way I did his human form. Why would I not?

Its depressing.

The constant small reminders scattered about his habits and personality. Reminding us indirectly of how there was no one to show him that he was a sight to see in his own right. To show him to appreciate what he sees of himself instead of trying to critique it.

Most things among people's insecurities have no reason to be. Not beyond just disliking it, but why? Most people are too caught up in themselves to care.

It's always easy to say to him, but it's so hard to prove it.

When I first met him, it was damn obvious that he was very careful of how he presented himself. Even now, he's well groomed, built body, and a sensitive spirit.