Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Six

 
Currently Zayn and I are sitting on the living room, well Zayn is on the couch he forced me to sit on his lap him and Athena really.

Oh Luna please help that horny little wolf. She is not even listening to me because she is too busy talking to Zayn's wolf, Javadd.

Zayn's arm is thrown lazily across my lap, while my head rest in the crook of his neck. I will not lie, I was hesitant about letting Zayn hold me, but I feel something I have not felt in so long. Deep in the pit of my stomach, I feel warm. I felt warm in all my deepest, darkest places. For the longest time I felt cold, constantly exposed; but here, in his arms, I feel his strong aura. The strength in his aura makes me feel small like a child. I am reminded of those cold winter days where it was too cold to go out to play, so Chanel and I would curl up in thick blankets and watch movies. Zayn's aura is now my blanket. His aura not only warms me externally, it also touches my soul and warms me internally.

I shut my eyes, inhaling his heavenly scent.

'Mm he smells like vanilla. So sweet I could eat him, or suck him up right now.' Athena moans. 

Athena..calm yourself.

'He's so hot I just wanna jump his bones.'

Oh lord..

I lift my head just enough to see his to see his eyes. He really is so beautiful with his dark eyes and hair. His toned, muscled body and his gentle but powerful aura. He is truly the most perfect example of tall, dark, and handsome.

My lower regions grew warmer. Zayn's arms tighten around my waist.

Oh go away bad thoughts: go shoo.

Zayn holds me so tight I could see the veins in his arms. He sniffs the air then softly growls.

Oh goddess, please I need some holy water for my thoughts.

"Naughty little kitten." He whispers into my ear.

There was a couple minutes of complete silence then Zayn speaks up. He turns my body so we were eye to eye. "Tiffany, what if I said your mother is still alive?" The playful, lusty tone is gone. His inner alpha breaks to the surface.

"What?" I snap, quickly hopping off my comfortable position in Zayn's lap.

"When I went to go see about rouges this morning, they were from your old pack and said they saw your mom being going into pack house."

"Oh my goddess. She was right..he is going to make her a slave for the family." Leaning back into the couch, I let out a sigh I've held in my chest since I heard her scream. "She is a survivor. I should have never doubted her."

"I will do everything in my power to get your mom back to you. Anything for you." He whispers the last bit.

"I want to help get my mother back.. I want to tear that family.. I have to, Zayn. They have stolen everything I have ever had." Salty tear drip on to my pants.

Zayn rushed to rid my face of every last tear. "Of course. Now no more cry baby." He pulls me into his lap. While cradling my petite body, Zayn gently rocks me.