Shape-Shifter's Promise

Chapter 8

When I woke up, I was on my bed by the window I looked around and saw Seth with his hands behind his head, leaning on his elbows, looking down at the bed. He was on his knees beside me. I sighed and he looked up. He sighed with relief and smiled. I touched his cheek and smiled back.

“I'm sorry, really. I had no idea of what was going on. I'm sorry I made you cry, I am just so happy you're alright but I don't know why this happiness is so strong,” he said confused.

I reached over and brushed his hair from his eyes. He got up and sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on top of mine that was laying on the bed beside be.

“It is strong because your destiny has finally caught up to you and your body is responding to the truth.” I said.

“I truly have never met anyone like you.” he continued.

My smile faded.

“Yeah, I'm sure, it's because I am a monster right?” I said and looked away.

“No! Of course not, I meant, I have never met such an amazing person.”

“Really?” I turned and looked at him.

He nodded.

“What are you anyway?” he asked.

“I was born a wolf and always will be. I went to a fortuneteller named Jeara, to find out who my true love was and became a Shape-Shifter to find you.”

“Wow.”

I nodded. He then leaned down, making it where our faces were only inches apart. He moved a lock of my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. He then, closed the distance between our faces, his lips crushed down on mine. When we finally broke apart we were gasping.

“How long was I out? What about your mother?” I asked.

“You were out a few days. Mother woke the same night she passed out. We should head to school.”

I nodded and he helped me up. I was slightly unbalanced from laying down so long but regained my balance quickly. I looked myself over in his mirror and frowned, I was a mess! He noticed my frown.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm a mess.” I said flatly.

“You want to change real quick?”

“I got it.”

I stepped back and imagined a different outfit in place of the one I had on. When the shimmers stopped, I created a brush and head-band. I combed out the knots quickly and put the silver head-band into place. I gasped at the detail in the silver head-band, it was made of many curling silver threads and on every tip on every curl there was a little white diamond. When I was presentable, we headed downstairs. His mother stared at us wide-eyed as she took in the sight of Seth's arm around my waist. We smiled at her and headed to school. When we were far enough away I noticed Seth thinking hard about something and I stopped.

“What is it?” he asked.

“What's wrong? Your thinking about something.”

“Something feels wrong. It's like I am forgetting something.”

“Think about it for a minute.”

He bowed his head in thought and after a minute his head snapped up.

“Oh! That's right! Crap!” he exclaimed.

“What is it?”

“My girlfriend is going to be ticked.”