Eyes of Silver Grey {Completed}

Chapter 19

After the class was over, I hurried back over to my room to check on Aden and John. When I stripped out of my gi and was about to open the door, I heard grunting. I tried to compose myself before I pulled back the door. I covered my mouth to hold back a laugh.

            Still in my bed, Aden and John had pulled over one of my coffee tables and was having an arm wrestling match. From the looks of it, John was winning. Both of them were straining to get the upper hand, no pun intended.

            I took a step in and closed the door behind me, finally catching the attention of of both of the men. Both may have glimsed over but it was John who looked back first and saw Aden's momentary distraction as a way to win. While Aden grinned, John brought Aden's hand down onto the table with a bump.

            John pumped his arms into the air while Aden groaned and dropped back onto the bed with an inaudible thump. I walked over to John and high-fived him. Aden grinned and sat back up, his chest visible. It took all of my strength to not kiss him right now.

            "So how was class?" they both asked in unison. I couldn't help the girlish giggle that escaped my throat.

            "It was fine," I lied. Both, knowing me so well, nodded and knew I lied. Mentaly, I slapped myself for already knowing that they could tell it was a fib. Trying to avoid all of the attention, I spoke up.

            "So John, how is the patient here doing?" John's head bobbed and Aden rolled his eyes.

            "He is fine. You patched him up well little sis." I blushed and sat down across from John but next to Aden. My skin tingled at his closeness, telling me that Aden was truely something amazing and scary all the same. Aden looked to John and seemed to say something through a guys eye language. John nodded, seeming to understand. He turned to me and winked. Standing, he bowed humorously and left the room, closing the door tight behind him.

            The moment that I had been worried about since I figured out Aden's secret was right now. Being alone with him, we now could talk. I had set my hands at my sides on the floor, somehow my hands seeming to feel warm and cold at the same time. At the thought of cold, I thought perhaps that Aden would like another cover. I looked up at him, his eyes seeming to look through me like father's did.

            "Are you warm enough?" I asked, trying to draw the subject as far away as possible. He nodded and put his hand over one of mine, making my hand no longer feel cold but now a heat beyond a fever slithered up my arm. I shivered even though I wasn't cold.

            "Sara, we need to talk about what you saw," he said with a slight quiver in his voice. As I tried to control the miniture tremors that were spilling through my body, I nodded and faced him full on. I was ready for what he had to say. I mean, it was just a confession that he had the power to change into a wolf that was the size of an english mastive. Not much of anything right?

            "I won't tell anyone, I promise," I said softly, knowing that if I ever did, I would be sent to an institution for even thinking about it. He grasped my hand tighter.

            "I know you won't. I trust you." His face was soft for a moment before he began to slightly shake.

            "But Sara, do you realize that since you know, someone may have seen that you know and may tell the council? The council does not smile upon outsiders or humans knowing our secret. I am afraid of what they would do if they took you." His grip on my hand was so tight that it was almost painful. The shivers that had been plaguing me hand taken over all of my body.

            "Is there anyway to not have anyone taken away? A loop hole that might save us all?" His eyes searched all around the room as if he were searching for the answer, but something in his eyes portrayed that he did know a way out of this. When his eyes met mine, I pleaded with him with my eyes to tell me. He let out a heavy sigh and grabbed my other hand in his. Now with both of my hands in his, I could tell that he could read my nervousness.