Chosen Chronicles; Book One. ???
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The Anima Luna is coming fast, and for a certain witch, her soon-to-be chosen mates are on their way to claim what's theirs.
Can the Chosen be allowed to choose, o...
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It had to be passed eleven o'clock when the wolf and I stopped dancing. He had pulled me to the side, back to the seat of my chair, and crouched down to my eye height. A smile from him was all I ever needed to lift my spirits. I heaved a breathe of relief, and for the first time that night, as I leaned against the table unattractably, he calmly inquires, "Wood ya like meh ta fe'cha drink fer ya?"
My heart stopped working at the sound of his voice. He had a thick Wolvenrian accent that sent chills down my spine. I swallowed stiffly. With a smile, I nod in confirmation and he smiles brighter before going after my request. I sit there and blink, not knowing what to do. That male wolf was really too much for me. It seemed like I already wanted to strip him down and have at it.
He was sexy with only his looks, but when he spoke, I couldn't particularly understand him, yet he had a deep baritone voice that sent chills down my spine whenever I thought about it. They way we danced was so fluid, almost as if we knew the steps by heart. When he pulled me close, I thought I was going to die of affection, but nonetheless, I still pressed on like the Wicken I am.
The night was becoming humid, and it was starting to become stuffy outside. I fanned myself slowly for good measure before I stopped. I breathed in the humid air, exhaling rather slow to aid in calming my heart rate. I was so exhausted from so much dancing I might actually pass out. My head swiftly fell to the table and the cool temperature of the silk tablecloth began to cool my head.
My heart was slowling down when I felt a hand on mine. I assumed it was the male wolf's, but I was astonished when I saw Trance. He sat down to my right and smiled. "Wore down?" He asks with a hint of darkness behind his eyes. Trance leans against the table and observes my body as it cools down from distress.
Tilting my head up, I gave him a faint smile. Once I did the polite gesture, I sunk back to the cool tabletop. "You have no idea!" I exasperated. I try to regulate my breathing by counting to four, then exhaling with eight.
Trance only smiles warmly, suppressing whatever emotions he's trying to hide from me. I narrow my eyes, but I don't have the energy to call him out on his bullshit. "I bet.." he replies sadly, his smile fading. I felt bad that he saw me with another male, but it wasn't like he was my husband. He's my partner.
"Hey, Damara," he beckons me to listen.
I raise my head to show I'm attentive. "Yeah, Trance?"
He speaks softly, low enough I have to catch what he's saying quickly. "I spoke with the Elders, and they've agreed to let you choose," he announces. I stare at him, slowly piecing together the unsolved mystery. I couldn't tell if I had it all right or just a few parts, but I knew I had some of it down.
