The blues in your eyes

Chapter 6

"What just happened?" Noah whispered, his voice trembling as he peeked through his fingers.

Emma opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. How could she explain the intensity of what had just unfolded? Instead, she covered her face, and Emma quickly dashed toward the windowsill, her heart racing with the moment's urgency. She could hear the faint echoes of Theo calling Lucy, but she knew she needed to act before everything spiraled out of control.

With a quick glance back at Noah, she shot him a playful wink, hoping to reassure him even in the chaos. Then, with a deep breath, she fell backward into the open air, feeling the rush of wind against her skin as she let herself drop.

The world blurred momentarily, and then she landed softly on the ground below, the cool grass cushioning her fall. Emma paused for just a heartbeat, allowing the thrill of freedom to wash over her. She had escaped—at least for now.

Looking back up at the window, she felt a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. Noah's eyes would still be on her, filled with worry and confusion, but she hoped he understood why she had to go.

With determination, Emma turned and ran, leaving the scene behind her. In the background, Emma could hear the frantic shouts and screams of orders to chase after her, and she couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. The thrill of the chase fueled her adrenaline as she sprinted through the pack territory, her heart racing with each step.

When she finally reached the border of the Moon Stone Pack, she paused, glancing back just as Theo's voice rang out behind her. "Emma!"

She turned to face him, a playful smile dancing on her lips and an eyebrow raised in challenge. The tension between them crackled, both exhilarating and electric.

"Get back here!" Theo shouted; frustration evident in his tone.

Instead of retreating, Emma stuck her tongue out at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I won't come back to just be locked up by you!" she said, her laughter echoing.

Emma finally broke free from Theo's territory, her heart pounding as she sprinted through the thickening fog. With a swift incantation, she cast a spell, weaving a shroud of mist around her that concealed her from his view. It felt like a barrier between their worlds, one that she desperately needed.

Once she reached a safe distance, she slowed to a halt, leaning against a sturdy tree to catch her breath. The forest was quiet, the only sound of her ragged breaths breaking the stillness. She closed her eyes for a moment, willing the rush of adrenaline to subside, but the memory of that kiss lingered like an echo in her mind.

As she touched her swollen, red lips, she could still feel the warmth of his mouth against hers. Every swipe of her tongue tasted metallic, a reminder of the bite of blood that had mingled with the sweetness of desire. Why had it felt so uncontrollable? Why had her magic responded to him with such fervor? She had never felt so out of control, so vulnerable, and it ignited a fear deep within her that she couldn't shake.

This was new territory, one that threatened to unravel everything she thought she understood about herself. The connection she had felt with Theo was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and it terrified her. She could still see his golden eyes, the way they pierced through her defenses and called forth parts of her she had buried.

"Never again," she whispered to herself, determination rising in her chest. She would not return to that territory, not when it meant confronting the storm that brewed between them. Emma took a deep breath, grounding herself in the familiar scents of the forest, reminding herself of the strength she possessed. It was time to reclaim her magic and her choices, to forge a path that didn't lead back to the confusion and danger of Theodore Stone.