A Kiss in the Shadows

A Kiss in the Shadows: Chapter sixteen

Hey guys! Sorry its such a late update! But ive been trying out Nanowrimo, so all my time has actually been on that story rather than A kiss in the shadows :/ But i would really apreachiate it if you guys voted and even commented! I plan on updating again sometime this week and it would be really great if you guys showed me yours support ♥ Thank you so much

-N.L.

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Chapter Sixteen

                Later on that week I received note from the elders that I was sentenced to bed rest.  The thought of it angered me greatly. Sentenced to my bed seemed almost shameful. I couldn’t just turn though and it would heal this type of wound. I will admit that this was one of the most damages that had been inflicted on me.

                 The wound was healing day by day, and it would only be a few more days until the jagged stitches became nothing more than a scar.

                I sat up in my bed slowly, ignoring the pull in my lower thigh. I was getting tierd of the same view every moment of the day. 

               The only times I was allowed to get up was when Ella came over to change the dressing on my stitches, or when I had to use the bathroom.

                When I was fully sitting up I shifted to the left moving myself off the bed slowly. When my legs were fully off the side of the bed I put some weight down on my feet, testing. The pain was getting less with everyday and whatever pain was in my leg now I was forcing myself to ignore it.

                Eventually I was standing; outside my window I see the dull sky of winter. Below I see someone I didn’t want to. Philip. His eyes were at the window looking forlorn. I break away contact with him and hobble away from the window. A small growl forms on my lips as I turn away.

                I freeze when I hear a knock downstairs. I stiffen and my eyes grow wider.

                I hear the creak of the door and small murmurs from downstairs. I’m standing, waiting as I hear footsteps pad up the stairs quietly, he knows I’m listening.

 He’s trying to come off as non-threatening.

 I watch as the iron knob to the door turns and opens. Philip peeks his head in and I don’t fight the gnash of my teeth that I give him, my fangs come out trying to add to my threat.

                But he doesn’t read it; he comes into my room and stands before me, a few inches taller than I. I take a step back and my leg groans. Philip comes closer, arms slightly raised.

 He envelopes me in a hug, I growl warningly and he holds me tighter, I can feel the counters of his body, and my face is pressed into his chest. The feel of his fur cloak tickling my nose.

                “I’m sorry.” He whispers into my hair and I stiffen, subconsciously inhaling the smell of apples. My head pulls away and I can’t look at him. The feeling of wanting to forgive pulls at me, and I can’t help but bite my lip and fight to take another step away. But he holds tight.

                “I don’t understand.” I speak quietly and my growl dies from my voice. My inner wolf is whining, wanting to embrace him again. I shut my eyes and open them to see Philip a few inches away from me. I force a glare but I can’t help but feel so wrong when I see his apologetic eyes. Eyes that I have known almost my whole life. 

                “I don’t know why I had done it, and I have regretted it ever since it happened.” His words are pleading and he envelopes my hand in his own. He raises my hand to his lips and he places a kiss there. All the while his jade green eyes peering into my own, making me feel like the evil one.

                My hair is unruly and my nightgown is a rumpled mess, but somehow in his eyes I can feel beautiful.  I can’t help myself and even when Mason’s words come to mind I find that I have no reason not to.

“Don’t forgive him so easily.” Mason stated after a moment.

I pull my hand away from his own and place them on either side of his face.

“Never do it again.” I whisper before my lips are on his, biting, pulling, brushing against his own. Almost immediately I get a response, soon I’m back on my bed and Philip is above me kissing me with as much hunger as I have for him.

Each of us fighting for dominance in the kiss, but eventually I let him win. His mouth on mine and my mind blanks of any coherent thought.

I shudder underneath him and feel that it’s far too soon when he breaks away from me, a happy smile dancing along his lips. I lean forwards and nuzzle his neck. It is wrong for us to be together, especially before the mating trials. But somehow this feels so right.

“Never.” He repeats, and I’m reassured. But then Mason’s words fall back into my mind.

            “Don’t forgive him so easily.” Mason stated after a moment.

                I wonder why he had said such things. But I was too distracted by Philips lips to think straight enough about his words.

                It probably wasn’t worth mulling over anyways.