Chrysalis (Book 1.5 in the Wolfen Brethren Series)

Mournful Songs

23 Years Old
Januar

The wedding was so beautiful, Neema had floated down the isle in her body hugging white gown. Her hair curled and twisted into a half up and half down style.

Her skin had glowed as her eyes sparkled with unshed tears of joy, Felicity dabbing at her face as she openly cried. It had been a beautiful event. Family, friends, all together as we celebrated these two amazing people's union.

There was laughter and joy in abundance. The ceremony was wonderful and the reception was even better.

It had been a good day until it hadn't been.

Carson had me cornered in a secluded area in the gazebo, a thin flap of tent separating us from everyone else. How had I been so stupid as to be caught by this male.

A thick hand had wrapped around my wrist as I was tugged through white material. My body spinning as my back hit the edge of the gazebo and his musky scent burning my nose. His grey eyes swirling as he stared pensively at me, nostrils flaring as he crowded me in. He was dangerously close, his head bowed as lips grazed just above my nose. The ghost touch.

His large hands rested above my head as I cowered into the material at my back. It wasn't that fear that made me cower but the size of him, he was so large. Nothing like the male I had first met. Seeing him side by side Veris had taken away the size of him but now that it was just me and him alone, close like this, it was impossible to ignore. His height rivalled khans and that was a feat in itself. This male had grown into himself.

He was nothing like the young man I had first felt my heart strings fluttering for.

"I'm sorry to grab you like this but I need to speak to you" which was why he had grabbed me like I was some criminal, a woman couldn't even return from the bathroom without being attacked by unworthy males.

"Okay but can you step back first" my voice wavered at the intensity in his eyes, I couldn't recall a moment when I had seen Carson look like this. The only time I could remember him wearing an expression similar to this was that one time in my bedroom when we had been so close. So close to consolidating all those young naive dreams I had held so dearly to my heart.

The look in his eyes was so unnerving, especially as his jaw clenched at my reasonable request. Pupils dilating and flashing red flames filling his grey eyes.

"I won't take the risk of you running." He gritted, chest aligning with mine as he flattened me. His body radiating skin blistering heat into me, his presence uncomfortable.

He was too damn close -and a little crazy if he thought I was genuinely giving him an option.

"Running? I'm not that female. You want to talk then we will talk but not when you are way too close to me. So back. The. Hell. Up" my hand slapped against his chest with each ground out word. My nails scraping and tangy crimson bursting through his white shirt and filling the charged air between us.

His hands raised above his head as he retreated a few steps. The air felt so much cooler, chill wind gliding over my skin as droplets of sweat rolled down my neck. I sent him glare after glare as I readjusted my slightly crinkled dress and tried to rearrange my toppling hairstyle.

My arms folded over my chest and my hip stuck out, my lips flat lined as I waited for Carson to speak up. I swear this male ruined everything.

"What's going on with you and that male. He isn't for you. You know he's not for you, I can tell you don't even really like him." He sounded genuinely concerned as if my well being was in danger by Veris, but there was also this edge of glee at the fact that I didn't really like Veris and that infuriated me.