Elves Surrender: Kiss of Devour

Dream Diary.

Here you all go! Here is an extra long chapter so that you guys won't hate me forever for that really long period of not writing. 3 months, but whose counting? Love you all! Don't forget to vote or comment! Or both! Enjoy!!!

I ran down the stairs, taking 2 at a time and jumping the last 5 steps. I ran into the kitchen to see the unfurry version of Fenrir digging into a box of Wheat Thins. "I think I am going to be in human form more often. Don't get me wrong, I love the hunt, but thumbs are so useful and fascinating." He popped one into his mouth, and smiled at the taste of the cracker.

"I am not sure how to respond to that." I clasped my hands together in front of me. "Fenrir, I wanted to let you know, I don't regret ever saving you. I shouldn't have thrown that in your face. I know what I have done and how everything is my fault. I have had those thoughts run through my head continuously since it happened. If I hadn't done any of it, Fro..." I stopped, my throat closed and I couldn't say it out loud. "A lot of Elves would still be here today."

I cleared my voice before going on. It seemed to help loosen my throat up a bit. "My point is, I don't blame you for anything. All that has happened up until now is all on me and only me. I am sorry for how I treated you and am embarrassed on how I acted towards you." I threw in there, though I wasn't sorry.

My heart flared up to an unsteady thumping in my chest. I hoped he thought my heart was racing because of the thought of Frost's death was causing my heart to hurt, not  due to a lie. I do miss Frost, more than anyone, and I truly felt bad for using it to make my apology feel more real. If Fenrir had a heart, I hoped it tugged on it.

But hoping and getting are two very different things for me.

"Are you done?" He asked. Without a word, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me to the wall. "Do you think I'm inane? I know you need my help, you aren't dextrous enough to come up with the answer with in just one hour. I thought your training would have at least taught you that much!" His spit landed on my face as he yelled, only an inch from me. "Or the lack of training, I should say!"

"No, I--"

"Enough!" He screamed. "I won't tolerate you lying to me! I told you I would follow you anywhere, I keep my word! I just want you to be honest with me in return, Vanish. Is that possible for you or are you too incompetent for that?"

Tears welled up in my eyes and I did the only thing I could do to stop him from seeing. I disappeared, not knowing what else to do or say. I know it was the cowardly way to do things, but I had never seen this side of Fenrir. Maybe, just like how this world was changing me, it was altering who he was, too. Or not being in wolf form might be messing with him, maybe both.

As fast as possible, I slipped out from his grip and slowly, quietly, padded lightly to the stairs. I didn't care that he was listening hard, trying to find where I was. He could try all he wanted, but I was invisible and that meant that he couldn't latch on to me with out luck on his side.

My tears didn't agree, though. The tears cared whether or not he caught me and fell over my eyelids, making a trail down my cheeks. Or maybe they cared that Fenrir exploded the way he did, the wolf that usually had a handle on his temper had just lost control. Something I had never seen before and it scared me.

"Vanish, show yourself!" His voice boomed and ricochet off the walls through the lower half of the house, making me jump from the volume. "Stop being so stubborn! Vanish!" He grabbed the crystal bowl of fruit on the counter and threw them across the room, towards me.

I dodged to the left and crashed into the table, making everything fall and break. I skidded on the hardwood floor, sharp pain pierced my arm in multiple places. Warmth spread around me faster than I would of thought possible