Her. - Wolf love story

Chapter 18

Blake walked past the front register fists balled so tight you can see the white bear from his knuckles. His veins protruding throughout his strong forearm. In one swift motion he swiped everything off of the wooden table making my posture completely stiff. Walt abruptly stood up and Blake slammed his fists down onto the table. He was less than inches away from my face. A strong lump began to form in the back of my throat.

"You haven't returned my calls..I was beginning to get worried "

He spoke in such a calm, eerie tone. I wiped the rest of my face clean and stared right into his eyes. I didn't have a voice, i just wanted to stare into him until i could figure him out entirely. Walt was still standing next to me hands down to his sides. He looked at Blake like he was a ghost that had just risen from the ground.

Blake inched a little closer to me. His voice wasn't what really had me on edge. It was his eyes, his blue pools were now dark. Black. I have never seen something so bizarre in all my life.

"I.. I was going to call you. I just haven't had a chance to get to my phone". I say to weak for my own liking.

He examined me harder then an SAT. I knew he was in deep thought I just wish I knew what lied in the depths of that thought. Blake leaned slowly leaned back away from me and looked over to Walt.

"In the back." He ordered.

Walt didn't even say a word, he quickly left my side and rushed to the back. Blake was still staring into me. Hungerly. I could see my scared face in the reflection of his dark, black eyes. My eyes trailed down then slowly back up. My god was he gorgeous, even when he is acting creepy and pissed off for whatever reason. The man looked like a god in doing so. When my eyes met back up with his a small smile forms on his perfect mouth. Almost like magic right before my own eyes, his eyes lighten slowly back to his natural shade. He then backs away from the table and disappears to the back of the shop where Walt went.

Too many thoughts where going through my mind when he left. Its like when he showed up and got so close I just wanted to run. Now with him gone, not in my sight.. I want him back.

I figured now would probably be the best time to leave. I started to gather up my things and grabbed my bag from the chair. Somewhere between my personal thoughts and me trying to make a run for it I heard a loud drop making me jump a good 3 feet into the air. The black book fell off the table onto the floor underneath the desk.

I knelled down to pick up the delicate yet horrifying book and lightly ran my finger tips along the brittle pages. The cloth that was covering the book was halfway wrapped, I gently began to wrap the book back into the old cloth. At this point my curiosity got the very best of me. I opened the book towards the back not wanting to catch the same images I saw earlier. The book made the lightest noise as I was turning the brittle pages. I came across another page with the different languages. I began to scan every inch of it, even though I couldn't make out anything the writing meant I was still intrigued.

The next page over were pictures. Not bad or grotesque pictures but old photographs all of women. Each page held two pictures each, on one side was a normal photograph right next to it was a close up of a woman in black. Underneath the pictures were names followed by dates. Even though you couldn't make out at all what the sentences actually read, it looked as though the two different ladies on each side most have known each other in some kind way. I quickly scanned through each page, on every page were the two different pictures of the two different woman with the names and dates. I wasn't even half way through when I came to a stop when I read the name Isabella Giselle Romano. And just like all the other pages prior there was an unknown woman in a picture right next to hers.