His Legend Mate

Chapter 4

See, this is not an example of living the life.

A good example would be relaxing in your beautiful, clean mansion. Swinging in a hammock watching YouTube while you binged on chik-fil-a outside, listening to water falling from your nice fancy fountain.

Or another good example is driving all night with good people, blasting any song we can sing to. All while wearing sweaters and leggings, bringing foam mannequin heads so you can go scare the neighbors when they're just about to leave for work while playing music to dance to.

A BAD example is pissing off werewolves...

None of them said anything, but they both looked at each other, accusingly. Mr. Moon shifted his gaze to me and smiled.

"Ms. Kindred, that's ridiculous. Werewolves don't exist." I smirked, im gonna take pride in this since I already blurted out the question.

"I-i um....you-your eyes...they change....they change when someone's mad or....Moody...."

Maybe, maybe not.... I thought I had the courage at least. "A-and....I threw....I threw....silver..."

Luqas's eyes went wide when realization hit him. "It bur-urned you...luqas... Only w-werewolves.....burn so s-severly like that..."

I knew I was right. Mr. Moon looked more and more defeated when I slowly explained, he eventually hung his head, with his hands in his hair.

"How would you know that?! Who are you really?!" Luqas jumped up and screamed at me accusingly. I flinched back, memories rising up in the back of my head, bile came up my throat. I held my mouth, tears about to spring.

After I've calmed down, the bile went back down to my stomach again, but the tears I hadn't notice dripping out couldn't go back.

"I-im sorry...but I don't think I should be he-." Luqas grabbed my hand and pulled me up, crushing me against his warm, tingle aspiring chest. I opened my eyes and looked at the desk, to find Mr. Moon was gone, he probably left the room.

My body shook, I couldn't even think straight. All I wanted to do was be anywhere but here. I've probably just made a meal out of myself for these guys....they didn't even deny it.

I pulled back, trying to compose myself but failing miserably, running my hands through my hair. Luqas's expression told me he was more concerned than angry anymore.

"I-i need to leave I can't be here. I don't belong here i-i don't want to die!" I couldn't finish my sentence before luqas's eyes turned black, and pulling me back to him. Ignoring the tingles and scared, I pushed away.

I was having, an embarrassing, full on panic attack.

I backed away shaking, whispering to myself. As he advanced towards me, I got more scared. My back hit a wall, while my skin felt like Jell-O, my body felt like ice cold, black water crashed into me. Refusing to give me air, refusing my mind to get itself out of the rutter of everything bad that could happen.

I didn't notice though that Luqas has been holding me since I backed into the wall. I don't know how long we've been there, but slowly, I started noticing a smell, it was so over powering but it was probably one of the best smells ever.

It smelled woodsy, almost like a cabin? Or a room full of herbs drying? It smelled like something you would want to come home to, a relaxing, yet seductive smell. The picture I see when I smell what I'm smelling is hearing one of your favorite people laughing, or seeing them smile. Or watching them do something that they love and seeing the passion in their eyes.

I clung to him even closer, not opening my eyes. His head rested on my shoulder, facing my neck, his arms covering my back and holding me almost impossibly close. My head matched his, on his shoulder, cocooned into his neck. Hugging him was better than chik-fil-a or sleeping in the nicest bed.