Fangs Of Desire |B.E

Silent Guardian

Billie's Pov:

When we finally reached the lake, Rachel's eyes widened with awe. "It's so nice here, Billie. This place looks like it's straight out of a fairytale," she said softly, her voice full of admiration.

"I told you. It's one of my favorites," I whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Let's sit."

We settled on a soft bed of leaves near the edge of the lake, my back against a sturdy tree trunk, and Rachel nestled comfortably against my chest. It felt like we were the only two people in the world.

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes nearby, and my senses heightened. I glanced toward the noise and saw a pair of familiar, luminous eyes staring back at us. It was the wolf, my old friend who had appeared on the path the first night I led Rachel home.

"Billie..?" Rachel's voice was tinged with apprehension.

"Shhh, it's okay. He won't hurt you. I'm right here with you," I reassured her, squeezing her hand gently and caressing her knuckles with my thumb.

The wolf approached us slowly, its movements cautious but unthreatening. I extended my hand, and the wolf leaned into my touch, wagging its tail in recognition.

Rachel watched, her fear slowly melting away. The wolf then turned its gaze to her, tilting its head as if scanning her with his gaze. "Go on, you can pet him," I encouraged.

With a tentative hand, Rachel reached out. Her fingers trembled slightly, but when they made contact with the wolf's fur, the animal stepped closer and sat down, resting its head on her lap. We both watched in amazement as the wolf trusted her so readily.

"He seems to like you," I said, breaking the silence and easing the tension that had hung in the air.

"It feels weird but also good. I've never been this close to a wolf. Does he have a name?" she asked, stroking him gently.

"I call him Shark," I replied with a soft smile, watching the gentle interaction between Rachel and Shark.

Rachel laughed quietly, her anxiety dissipating. "Shark? That's quite a name for a wolf, you're really creative, Billie."

"Thank you," I chuckled. "Well, I must say he's got a bite, but he's more of a protector than anything else," I explained, feeling a sense of peace wash over me. "He was there for me during some pretty dark times."

Rachel looked up at me, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "We just protect each other."

We sat in silence for a while, the gentle sounds of the forest, the soft lapping of the lake's water and occasional Shark's huff, being the only catchable sounds.

After a few moments of quiet, Rachel looked up at me with a thoughtful expression. "Billie," she began tentatively, "Can I ask you something... personal?"

"Of course," I replied, my curiosity piqued.

"I know that everything between us turned out pretty natural, but I just wanna know what's your... I mean, how do you identify? Your sexuality, I mean," she asked, her cheeks turning a light shade of red.

I smiled, appreciating her candidness. "Technically, I'm bisexual," I said, meeting her gaze steadily. "But honestly, I don't really like to label myself. I just... I like who I like, you know?"

Rachel's eyes sparkled with amusement. "That's a very Billie answer," she teased gently.

"I feel like labels can be so limiting." I said, smiling down at her.