Opposites Attract

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Confirmation

Hailey Jane Rexler

I sat in my bedroom, the guest bedroom in the Holiday home, and stared at the paint supplies I had at my disposal. If there was ever a time to paint my favourite muse the black wolf, better than now I wouldn't know it.

I gazed out the window and waited for my eye to catch something. I spotted a glint of red in a tall pine tree; a lone cardinal shying away in it's nest. I dabbed the thin number 2 brush into a blob of red paint and worked away until I had created a sufficient enouh cardinal to start my new piece. I then worked away at the painting until I had created the rest of the scene around the cardinal near the forest edge.

I glanced at the gorgeous and proud black wolf. I remembered seeing it that night in the clearing at the packs meeting, it was awe-inspiring. No mere paintbrush nor wistful flighty artist could capture its true beauty. I sighed. No matter what I did to avoid doing so, it always ended up in my painting. It belongs there. I had to face that it had become a permanent part of my paintings; a permanent part of me.

I gazed out the window, upon my intended scene, just to see if I had missed anything. But I knew that really and truly that if the black wolf was in my painting, and it was, then nothing was missing. It was complete. But just as I was about to set my painting out to dry, my eye caught something. A figure by the forest; a living breathing shadow of breathtaking presence. The black wolf.

I gasped as I saw that its steel blue eyes were watching me. As if it were taking in every breath I took as its own. How long had it been there? Was it really there? Had I imagined it while I painted it? Or had I actually painted it straight out of the scene? Its ears flicked up, a telltale sign it had heard something. It gazed at me almost longingly, then trodded off into the woods.

I sighed and slumped off against the wall, taking a deep breath. There was no point in gazing after a mystery wolf. All it had done was become subject of many of my paintings and left me with itchy insides and a heated, flustered feeling all though my veins?

Had a wolf just turned me on?

Of course not. That wolf was obviously a human at some point. I really despised this feeling. I bit my lip as I shifted uncomfortably. This wolf time of the month has cause me to have to do this indecent readjusting a couple times a minute now. This was ridiculous. The constant feeling of something stirring inside me and burning like an inferno. I knew what it was, but that didn't mean I wanted to accept it.

I mean if course Drew was hot. He was actually so appealing and good looking that its distracting to be in the same room as him. I'm pretty sure that any straight woman would gladly do him. So what was my problem? Well for one, I refuse to give in to him solely because he makes me feel like my insides are burning purely at the thought of his name alone. Two, I only just had my first kiss a week ago, ever heard of taking it slow? Apparently my body hasn't. And lastly, I've never even had a boyfriend, because destiny has chosen me to be with him, doesn't mean I will. I should at least get some time to experience everything before I'm forced to be committed to Drew and Drew alone, he got to. And leave the lot of that alone, then I think that if we were meant to spend forever together than I Gould probably hold this whole deed off for a while couldn't I? So I thought.

I twitched again at the feeling of my lower half burning with need. I bit my lip. No! I told myself strictly. Suddenly the door opened. It was Linda. I almost screamed. After she left last time I had promised myself that next time I saw her that I'd make the effort to prove to her that I was indeed sane. So imagine my internal agony when I saw her worried expression when she took in the scene of me pressed up against he wall in the fetal position with a look of anguish on my face. I know, agonizing right?