Wolf Fight

Chapter 16

Ella's PoV

I groaned as my consciousness started to become aware of my surroundings again. I tried to slip back into sleep by keeping my eyes closed, but that only resulted in a stinging feeling to come to my eyes.

I sighed and peeled my eyelids apart, allowing light to come into my vision. I saw a white ceiling, and only then felt the comfortable surface under my back.

My thoughts flashed back to last night. That person I saw before the fire started had to be the caster of the spell. But who would do that?

I suddenly remembered the white wolf I had taken to the other side I the stream. Worry overtook me, and I started to get up only to be pressed back down again. Sparks ran through my arm where someone's hands touched me.

I turned my head to see a handsome, light blonde haired guy with blue-gray eyes. My eyes widened in shock when I realized what the sparks meant.

'Mate!' Isis called out.

I tuned in on her. 'Where were you last night?'

I could imagine her eyes rolling slightly. 'I don't know, but keep your priorities straight! My mate is right in front of you!'

I focused back on my mate. He was staring at me awkwardly.

"Hi..." I murmured softly, suddenly shy.

He gave a nervous smile. "Hello! Do you recognize me at all?"

I blinked a few times before replying, "Uhm... yes! You were the guy who..."

He smiled. "It's fine if you don't know. I was the wolf you saved that night. If you hadn't stopped for me, I probably would've made it 82."

"82 what?" I asked.

My mate gulped. "I wasn't supposed to say that..."

Suspicion set in. "What. Happened?"

"Absolutely nothing!" he said quickly. When I continued glaring at him, he sighed.

"At least let Patil tell you."

"Fine." I let the topic drop and he relaxed. "On another note, what is your name?"

He jumped. "Oh, sorry. I should've said that first. I'm Lark."

'Lark...' Isis sighed happily. 'He's so amazing.'

'You hardly know the guy!'

'But he is! And his body...'

'Dear sister, you sound like me now.' Iona's voice cut in. I let the two bicker as I appreciated exactly what Isis spoke of. Lark had messy light blond curls and blueish-gray eyes. He had very defined facial features, and a low hanging tied shirt showed quite a bit of muscle.

When I looked back up at his face, he gave a smile. "Are you enjoying the view?"

"Do you stare creepily at girls while they sleep?"

Shock flew over his face. "I never thought of it that way! I'm sorry!"

I let out a light laugh. "No worries." I felt Iona quiet down as Isis spoke to me.

'Ask him more questions! Keep him talking! His voice is perfect!'

'If grating metal is your version of perfect, I worry about you.' Iona mumbled. I was shocked at her sudden hostility, especially since Lark had a voice to suit his name. However, before I could question her, Isis started talking again.

'Can I talk to him?'

I focused back in on Lark, who was trying to look at both of my eyes at once. When he realized I wasn't deep in conversation with my wolves anymore, he gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I just love your eyes. Your left eye keeps changing."