Life-Times Apart

Ch.7 You're an asshole

  "Would you like to dance?" and a hand is offered to her.

She looks up at him, and it's her stalker with amazing eyes. Does she want to dance with him? She did before when he was staring at her dance with Dawson. Now, she's not so sure.

He can see the hesitance on her face, and he doesn't like it. What will he do if she says no?

"I think I would." she answers softly, taking his hand carefully. She stands and steps away from the little bench and places a hand on his shoulder. Automatically his hand finds her waist and pulls her closer. They are quiet as the first lyrics ring out softly. It's so warm in their little cucoon of safety.

"What's your name?" she asks him after some debate. Will he answer her? Will he even bother? Why is he even dancing with her? Did Jeremy put him up to this?

"I'm Zachary Waters. Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack." he answers her, looking down on her. She's quite a lovely dancer, and he hopes she won't break away because of his last statement.

It surprises her that he's the Alpha. He's barely 20, but he's fought and won over half of the fiercest battles since the war. She never expected someone so young and, dare she think, handsome.

Everything she's learned and heard about his pack is wrong. They are strong and proud people, but kind and fun as well.

"Hmm, well your Alpha status will get you nowhere with me." she jokes, and he feigns hurt. It's cute. real cute.

"You wound me." He says, taking their entwined hands and placing them over his heart. They are so close together, and moving much more slowly than before. It's so warm and comforting.

"Well I'm a hard headed woman. I go for personality more than anything." she teases him, and yet she's telling the truth. She doesn't know why, but she feels as if it's almost wrong to hide anything from him. Him to be specific.

"Yes, I hear from my War Master you think I'm an asshole. And why, may I ask, is that?" he teases, and loves the way her face turns pink under the moon light. She looks down, but then back up.

"I might have to kill your War Master before you leave." she warns him with a shy smile. Oh she's going to murder him. He said he wouldn't say anything. She's going to have to smack him for this.

"That would be an... interesting fight, don't you agree?" he nearly laughs, raising his brow. A fight he would pay a lot of money to see, so long as no one was hurt in the process.

"I'm not that bad of a fighter." she defends herself. She smirks up at him.

"I do train more than the other women in this pack you know. One day I wanted to be a warrior." she tells him, not sure why. There's something about Dark Moon that draws her in and makes her feel protected. She could share her darkest secrets and they wouldn't tell or care. It's a nice feeling. Makes her feel safe.

So, a female warrior. She'd never be able to do something like that in this pack. They are just a pack full of sissys and wanna be warriors. He just nods with a smirk, not trusting his words.

'She must be strong, or confidant, to wnat that.' Caleb says mildly impresed,

"You still didn't answer my question." he tells her. She rolls her eyes.

"To be blatantly honest it's the way you smirked at me. I got this creepy feeling in my chest." she tells him. He hums and nods. And he got the feeling that she was stubborn and annoying.

"Darling I smirk at everyone." he tells her, spinning her slowly and drawing her back in. The hands they have entwined are brought up close to their chests. They rest against Zach's chest, and Levi is pushed againt them.