Elsa Laroche is part human, part wolf. She and her pack rule half the territory in her town. The other half is ruled by their rival pack, the Starks. But when Elsa and one of the Stark alphas begin to fall for each other, they must decide what to...
"She was his sunset, his reminder at the end of horrible days that there was still beauty in the world no matter how ugly everything else seemed." ~Maxwell Diawuoh
Spencer
In hindsight, trashing the room wasn't the best idea. It helped my mood at the time, but I was now left with a horrible mess. I sure as hell wasn't going to have the maids clean this either.
I began clearing the floor, starting with the larger objects. I figured getting those out of the way would make things look nicer right off the bat.
I was wrong.
It still looked like hell.
I was picking up magazines when the door opened. I wanted to tell Dom to go back to his meeting, that I was fine, even though the truth was far from that. I just wanted to be alone.
"What the hell happened?" A girl asked.
I looked up in shock, my mouth slightly ajar. "Elsa?"
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Her blue eyes scanned the wreck of the room as she shut the door behind her. "Hi."
"What're you doing here?"
"Dom called." She motioned at the debris. "What happened?"
"I... lost my head."
"I can see that." Elsa shrugged off her coat, hanging it on the door. She knelt down, picking up loose papers.
"You don't-"
"You told Dom to stay in his meeting, and I have nothing else to do, so I'm helping. You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to, but I'm here if you do."
Of course, I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to tell her everything.
I wanted to explain why I lost control.
I wanted to ask her to run away with me.
I wanted to tell her she's the only girl I wanted to marry. That she's the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, have kids with, raise a family with, grow old with, die with...
But Elsa was hurting. I could see it in those blue eyes. I wondered if she knew they changed hues, depending on her mood. A beautiful Cerulean when elated; icy when angry; deep sapphire when upset.
At this moment, they were the darkest blue I'd seen yet.
I couldn't offload my problems onto her while she dealt with her own issues. That wasn't fair to her, especially when I was the cause of most of her problems. I didn't mean to hurt her, and I didn't want to hurt her further.
Elsa looked up. "Why are you staring?"
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