Howl

Now I Know

A picture of Elisabeth's home, though it's a little late (xvx)

Not edited!

Vote or comment!

Chapter Song: Hozier- Sedated

P.S. I fucking love Hozier

___________________________

Chapter 17

'And I'm yours.'

The statement echoed in my head. I was his. And he was mine.

Mine.

Denali was mine.

I stared at him. He made no move, instead analysing my expression as I tried to wrap my mind around what he said. What, so you can handle people turning into mythical creatures but not a man saying he belongs to you?

I snorted inwardly. Well, that's completely different.

This deadly gorgeous guy was saying that he was mine.

Me. Shy, wallflower Elisabeth who always lived in her elder sister shadow, was being told by a guy that looked like the type said sister would strive for, that he belonged to said wallflower sister.

It was unbelievable. Laughable even.

I looked up at him and did the unthinkable.

I laughed.

His brows crinkled and his face clearly displayed confusion at my amusement. Well, more like hysterical disbelief.

I wiped my eye after I settled down and was firmly pinned in place by Denali's stony stare and the thin line of his mouth. I quiet ended immediately, biting my lip. "Did you think I was joking?" His voice was hard, but there was undercurrent of something.

What was it?

"Did you think it was a joke?" He gripped my shoulders fiercely. "Did you honestly believe that I would just kiss you for kicks? Like it was some game?" He scoffed softly "I don't know what sort of guys you've associated with but I'm not like them, okay. When I do something it means something. Don't brush it aside or treat it like a prank." He breathed in deeply.

"I've had to restrain myself from you ever since I saw you in the clearing, looking like some Moon Goddess, and staring at me as if I was the most incredible thing you've ever seen. Or when you sat in front of the fire in the solstice, hair alight like it was a part of the fire and you're incredible eyes like liquid flames." He clenched his jaw "Or when you were curled up in your bed looking like pure temptation and, despite you being ill, all I wanted to do was mess you up."

His voice lowered to a growl at the end and his hands slithered up the sides of my neck to grip my face, forcing me to look into his face.

"And when you were attacked for the first time by that damned Yukon from the Takotna? I had to use every single shred of self restraint I had to not tear him limb from limb, to pull the flesh from his hide and use it as a blanket." His words were angry and his grip on my face tightened before he let go "And then you had to be thrown into even more danger." His words were soft, and he leaned forward, brushing his cheek against mine.

"I don't think you understand just how much I had to hold myself back from massacring the Takotna. I would have gladly shed their blood to spare even a little of yours." His voice rasped near my ear.

A shiver ran down my back at the proximity. "Why?" I whispered. "Why me? You didn't even know me before you decided to..." I drifted off, my mind replaying the night the White Yukon, Denali, had bitten me.