My Enemy

Chapter 11

POV - Elle 

I stared incredulously at my new phone, or rather, the text message on the screen.

I checked my watch, and cursed myself.

I'm going to be late if I don't hurry up.

I hurriedly changed my clothing, packed my duffel bag with whatever I thought might be in some way useful and rushed out of my room, Raven trailing behind me.

"Going out," was what I said, as I breezed past Rebecca on my way to the exit. I vaguely heard her saying something about Chloe and the library, but I wasn't really paying any attention.

Once outside, I walked briskly towards the road that leads to town. It wasn't that far, but I had to hurry. I spead up a bit, determined not to be late.

Raven seemed to find my determination funny, because I heard her laugh.

"What?" I asked, maybe a little harsher than necessary.

"Nothing. It’s just funny that a few days ago you were ready to rip Jayden's throat out, and now your walking more quickly just so you're not late."

I deliberately slowed down.

"I don't see anything funny about it," I exclaimed defensively.

"Of course you don't" Raven smirks.

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I see him standing on the hill where we last met. His hair is lit up by the sunlight.

He was already looking in my direction when I arrived. He must have sensed me coming with his werewolf senses. To my surprise, I am not repulsed by the idea.

He smiles, when he sees me, and walks towards me. When he reaches me he takes a playful swing at me. I laugh and try to tackle him.

We play-fight for some more, and in the end, I come out of it with a split lip.

He immediately stops, with a concerned look on his face.

"Are you OK?"

I wave it away and tell him not to worry.

He wipes the blood away with the edge of his shirt, briefly revealing his six-pack.

We sit down on the meadow, a relaxed mood shared between us.

"How Was your day?" I ask.

"Boring. Nothing except a meeting my dad had about a tournament next month."

"A tournament?"

"Yeah. My pack and another rival pack are going to compete over the title of being the strongest pack in the world. You know, werewolf stuff. You probably wouldn't be interested."

"No, I'm interested. I know almost nothing about werewolves."

"And I know nothing about necromancers, lets trade information."

"Alright then," I looked into the sky, squinting slightly from the sun, "Well, to start with, we don't raise the dead just like that. Only the most powerful of us can do that. The rest of us need ingredients and rituals to do it."

"So, what about you? Do you need ingredients?"

I looked away, "No, not necessarily. I could do it, if I wanted to."

He looked at me curiously, "and do you want to?"

"No! I would never do something like that!"

"Why not," he asked in confusion, "you're a necromancer. You're not supposed to be squeamish around dead things."

I laughed quietly, but it was not a happy laugh, "I don't think you understand what it means to raise the dead." I looked away, unable to look him in the eye, "When we raise the dead, we don't reanimate a soulless corps. We drag a dead soul back into it and force it to obey our will."

He stiffened next to me.

"I would never do something like that," I forced myself to look at him, "you have to believe me!"

He looked at me, and his face softened.

"I believe you."

I sighed in relief, "So I told you my part, now it's your turn. You said werewolves had special abilities, prove it."

The mood lightened instantly.

"Well, as I told you at our last meeting, my special power is telekinesis. It is said that we get a second power when we mark our mate and that that power depends on the abilities of our mate."

I looked at his in awe. You have telekinesis? That's so awesome!"

"Yep."

He extended his hand and a pebble rose from the ground to hover in front of me. Mesmerized, I stared at it.

I reached out to take it, but it wouldn't budge. I tugged, but nothing happened. Jayden chuckled and made a quick dragging motion with his hand. I came flying forwards, pulled by the pebble I had still been clutching tightly, and came to a stop sprawling in his lap.

"Hey!" I yelped, laughing. 

I tried getting up, but it was like an invisible wall blocking me from getting up. Jayden just laughed at my efforts. 

I stopped to glare at him. Then, with a short burst of concentration on my part, tendrils of shadow materialized around him and pulled him down to me.

Now it was his turn to yelp and try to get up, but I clung to him and so hindered him from getting up. He finally gave up in exasperation and stopped trying.

"Fine, I give up!" he snorted, and lay back.

He sprawled on the ground, arms and legs outstreched. I lay on his chest, still clinging to him.

I became suddenly aware of how close we were to each other. But instead of wanting to make space, I just wanted to get closer to him. He looked at me in a way I couldn't fathom. He pulled me closer, into a tight embrace. Our breathing mixed, as I looked into his dark eyes. Our bodies were so close to each other, that I felt the heat of his body radiating onto mine. Our lips touched. 

I felt a sudden and inexplicable need for him. I didn't resist it. I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. His lips crashed onto mine. He tasted of fresh pine needles and flowing water. I pulled him even closer. The need I felt for him was stronger that anything I had ever felt before. I needed him. And he needed me. I could tell the way he clutched me closer. Our tongues met and played with each other. He squeezed me to his chest. My lungs burnt from lack of oxygen, but I didn't want to stop. I pressed my mouth even more desperately to his. But it couldn't last for ever.

Gasping for breath, we pulled apart.

I knew that we had just done something that would affect us for the rest of our lives, something that could not be changed.

But I also knew that I did not want to change it.