The Wolf Within

Seven

For reasons unknown, I feel lighter than I have in a long time. I smile at my admitting that to myself and go about cleaning up before the huge picnic down by one of the brooks we have. Just as I am gliding up my stairs to my room, I hear an insistent knock upon my front door. I roll my eyes and am there within moments. "Who is it?" I ask and cross my arms.

"It's me," Eric breathlessly says behind my door. I open it to find him sweating and raise my eyebrows.

"Did you run all the way here?" I ask.

He nods. "Yes, may I come inside?"

"Of course," I answer and let him inside. He takes a seat on my couch and I mentally want to drag him up off of it and tell him to stand. Oh stop, it is just a couch, Ezra criticizes me and I ignore her. Eric looks at me with worry in his beautiful hazel eyes. "What's wrong?" I ask and take a seat across from him.

"We need to get into your father's study, so you can read all of what I read. And, we need to make a plan, because your father has it already in his head he's going to mate with you before this ceremony is ever over," the intensity in Eric's tone makes me shiver.

"We can go into his study during the after party tonight," I reply. Eric nods and stands up. He comes over to me and pulls me to my feet.

"I won't let anything happen to you Elena, I promise," he tilts my head up and brushes my hair behind my ear, "and just to let you know, I want to kiss you again," the smile on his face brings one to mine. I stand on my tip toes and give him a brief kiss before breaking away from him. "I need to go clean up and so do you" I say.

"Oh, right," he answers, clearly lost in a daze. I  laugh and go back up my stairs to my room. I wait to hear the front door close and change out of the dress. I go into my closet and pick out black spandex shorts and a light blue blouse with a dark blue design of intricate details in lace. I brush out my hair and pull it into a sleek high pony-tail. I know the spandex hug my hips, butt, and thighs. The blouse hugs my breasts a bit, but flares out just above my hips. I decide to go barefoot and head out of my home in less than ten minutes.

          I spot Sonia heading towards the brook and surprise her. "Sonia!" I yell and jump on her back.

"Elena!" she laughs and catches me, "you seem energetic and happier than you have in a very long time," she comments.

"I am," I answer truthfully and she proceeds to carry me the entire way to the brook on my father's estate. I lay my chin on her shoulder and talk to her about absent minded things. She tells me of her never ending assignments from my father and how she can barely stand his chore list for her. "I swear Elena, Craven has become even more of an asshole since Eric got here," she snorts out and I laugh. However, I cannot share in much of my laughter after my father has made it clear he wants me for his own. I do not share this with Sonia and take a moment to look her over. Her raven black hair is pulled up into a messy bun and a few tendrils hang free to frame her beautiful heart-shaped face. A grey lacey blouse hugs her breasts and lean torso and goes well in comparison to her creamy-white skin. A pair of white leggings completes her outfit and shows off her sculpted legs. All in all, Sonia is casually dressed, but nonetheless sexy and sophisticated as she should be. "Elena, you're awfully quiet," her voice breaks through my thoughts and I lift my head. "Just was thinking," I murmur and hear her laugh softly. "Thinking about what exactly?" she counters.

"The way your dressed," the words slip out before I can stop them. She stops walking and I slide down off her back. She pulls me around to face her and takes my hands into her own. "Do you think I should have dressed differently?" she asks and gazes at me with those crystal clear blue eyes of hers. I shake my head, "No, of course not. I think you look great as always," I smile and she smiles back at me.