Wave of Hope

The Girl With A Tattoo

Elijah's POV

I breathe in her enticing scent and squeeze my eyes shut as I pull her impossibly closer.

More tears run down my cheeks but I can't get to them because my face is buried in her neck.

"Excuse me are you okay?" I look up to see a middle aged woman peering at us worriedly.

I sniffle and nod my head.

"You sure?" She asks uncertain of whether to leave us or not.

"Yes we just need to be alone for a minute." I say with my voice coming out scratchy.

She nods and walks into the ladies room.

I turn my focus back to Malia and smooth back her hair to get her attention.

She peaks out of the crook of my neck and I smile down at her because she looks so innocent and beautiful. I move a strand out of her eyes and I ache to kiss her worries away. To take her away and just keep her to myself where no one can hurt her. Where she can give me her beautiful carefree smile.

But since I can't exactly do that I settle with softly kissing her cute nose.

For now.

She smiles up at me and I pull us both up.
"We better get back in there before someone steals our table."

She nods and wipes at her eyes then points to the bathroom.

I nod and she walks inside. I wipe at my own eyes but don't go to the men's room because I felt the need to stay close to her.

I stand by the door and while I'm waiting a woman maybe in her twenties walks past me and enters the bathroom.

As she walks past and pushes the door I glance over and catch sight of a tattoo on the inside of her wrist it's of a star inside a circle.

An uneasy feeling forms in the pit of my stomach.

I nervously glance at the ladys room door.
I hear a thud come through the door and I panic and burst through the doors.

The girl with the tattoo had Malia against the wall and was choking her.
The girl snapped her head towards me when I let out a loud, angry growl and I feel the animal part of me start to take over.

I see myself through the mirrors and I know my eyes are glowing bright red. My claws are slowly extending and my front teeth are sharpening.

I see a figure on the floor in my periferal vision and turn to see the body of the middle aged lady on the floor.

The next instant I'm right in front of Malia and the girl is flying towards the far wall.
She hits the wall with a loud and grusome crack.

I feel Malia jump at the sound and I turn and hold her tight around the waist.

I use my werewolf speed to take us out of that bathroom, through the emergency exit, and about a mile away from the diner. I land by a small clean pond and still holding onto Malia step all the way in until our heads are completely under water.
I pull us out and to the other side of the pond and start walking us in the direction of my house.

Malia follows me for a few minutes but stops and turns to me.

She gives me a panicked and questioning look and I sigh and run my hand through my wet hair.

"You want me to explain." I say and not ask.

She nods and crosses her arms and pointedly plants her feet firmly on the ground.

"Your not moving until I answer."

She nods

I groan and start to pace as I think of a way to explain when I don't completely know what happened myself.

"Okay so let's start from the beginning. That girl attacked you?"

She nods and flinches slightly.

I nod trying to contain my growl at the image of my princess being hurt.

"Well I walked in and I..." I trail off not sure how to explain how I reacted.

I didn't want to lie and I know she saw how I changed anyways.

Her eyes scrunched up adorably and she hesitates before looking at me then slowly starts lifting her shirt.

My eyebrows raise but they quickly turn into a frown when I see what she wants to show me.

I roar comes out of me and my nails and teeth once again lengthen and my eyes are no doubt blood red.

I let out a rageful scream and turn around and punch the closest tree. I know it cracks and falls down with a loud thud but the angry ringing in my ears drowns it out.

My breathing is ragged and my knees buckle. I punch the ground repeatedly and I feel myself losing more and more control to my darkest urges.

My most animalisitc needs.

To hunt.

And kill.