The Wolf's Bride

Chapter XI: This time, for sure

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"-lastly....I won't be missing you, sicko, you suck as a friend, maybe a pet, but...in the next life, maybe... Or not, I don't want my next life to also be crazy with pet rocks." I patted Dwayne, not particularly disturbed by our parting.

It's become apparent that I really don't give a shiznit about what happens to him.

I somehow feel guilty and indifferent about the idea.

So maybe, I, too, suck as a a friend.

"Ready to to go, Luna?" Ethan was smirking at me as he pushed himself up from sitting on a tree stump, not wearing a shirt, again.

The early morning light was glinting off of his chiselled abs, he was damp from his morning swim. This time, though, his shirtlessness was with an actual purpose, not just to slay me with his uber sensuality, but to make shifting more convenient.

The aforementioned shirt was now being worn by me over my own shirt, purely by his own insistence.

"Oh don't start with me, Ethan," I retorted, facing opposite to him and towards the falls, not over the fact that he was the current alpha of a strong, if not the strongest, pack that my former family found utterly irritating.

Just when I wanted out of it, I got sucked deeper into the werewolf insanity, what has the Goddess planned for me?

Lunatic bitch...

Thanks for Ethan, though.

Yeah, he's the key component in all of this hullabaloo, just my luck to find his...everything.. to be endearing.

Even that lecherous smirk of his.

"You might as well get used to the thought, right?" I heard his footsteps coming closer.

"You just told me about it last night, how am I supposed to get used to that? Now it really feels like going on the first day of school with some really sappy introduction forced onto everyone in class." I mumbled, annoyed that he sprang up a big responsibility on me, though I guess, he hasn't told me about his title in case I chose going rogue with him, in which case, I wouldn't have had to worry about meeting his family and getting vacuumed into this goddess-forsaken abnormality that is; me being a human luna.

His arms came up to my waist, my back on his chest, his warmth calming me as he pulled me close, the buzzing of fear and apprehension turned to a dull ache as I remembered what the whole fiasco also allows me to have:

Ethan.

"I'm sorry," he spoke softly directly to my ear, making me shiver from the breath that caressed me, leaning more into his embrace.

"Don't be," my eyes closed from content, "atleast you gave me a night to take it in, which was more than I expected, considering the fact that you were aware your pack expected to meet me that same night."

"No worries, they understood when I mind-linked the situation,"

"Man...it must be nice not to need phones huh?" I opened my eye to look up at him teasingly, slightly jealous of the werewolf ability that I lucked out on, but not minding it all the same.

I had Elizabeth, my eldest sister, tell me how it was like having a perpetually connected phone lodged in your brain, everyone can talk to you unless you consciously block them out, which was apparently really awkward when they accidentally asked questions during....uhm..the throes of passion.. and the last thing on your mind was to talk with the people outside.