Mark Me

Tyler's Wolrd: 8

     His office was huge, a mahogany desk laid directly in the middle of the big walls. Each wall was painted a different shade of brown; the darkest wall held a mural of three huge wolves. The wolves were shaded differently, all different sizes, and eye color. The smallest wolf was white with blue eyes, the medium-sized wolf was dark brown with green eyes, and the largest wolf, who stood in the middle, was pitch black with eyes that shined gold; this is the same gold as Tyler's eyes earlier.. weird.

      I stared at the painting, admiring each leaf on the surrounding trees, it was beautiful; it made me feel as if I were actually there. The beauty of the leaves were colored for all four seasons. In awe I was standing here gaping at trees and wolves, I never realized Tyler's strong arm wrap around my back.

    "what do you think?" His lips lay on my temple, as he mumbled the words. He was so warm, so delicious. His fingers tightened on my side, pulling me closer.

      "It's truly a beauty, famous artist?" Curiosity was flowing through me, the painting is so real I could step into it.

       "You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you," he chuckled pulling me with him, turning me from the painting.

        "Come on, who painted it?" I nudged his shoulder.

        "Me," his smile was huge and honest, there is no way he painted this, it was beautiful, but as business man, who has the time. By the looks of his desk, definitely not him. Don't get me wrong it was neat, but there were stacks everywhere. All over.

     "H-How did you find the time?" I ask, careful not to offend his pride. His eyes widen as if he were confused by my carefulness and he smiled.

      "Why, Emma, don't be afraid to ask me anything; I worked on it little by little, mostly on Sundays, but I had a long time to perfect it." He answered and smiled again, "do you really like it?"

         "I love it, the detail is perfect, every shade is amazing. Every leaf placed perfectly almost like you lived in the woods or as if it were a part of you." He looked at me like I knew some dark secret of his.

        "Anyways, I think it's beautiful," I smiled and moved out of his grip.

       Tyler walked to his desk and pulled out a couple of papers for one of the stacks. He handed me papers and to my surprise they weren't paragraphs but blue prints.

      The blue prints were of beautiful big houses; houses that could fit up to 50 couples comfortably. I admired the art farm that came with each house, each is unique, different shapes and roof patterns.

       

         "Oh, Tyler, these are gorgeous! Is this your business? Your a carpenter?" The excitement fumed through me, my dad was a carpenter, once upon a time. But finding this out makes everything that much better, more for them to discuss!

        "This is actually only one of my businesses, they are pack houses." He replied with a smile. Pack houses? Like a wolf pack? That can't be true, wolves don't live in houses, people do.

          "Pack houses? What's a 'pack house'," there is no way it's a what I'm thinking. That's fucking crazy. He looked at me with a 'what?' Expression, like I was suppose to know.

          "Em, you don't know?" He looked at me in surprise. How was I suppose to know? I never even heard of a pack house. What is he talking about?

          "No, I don't know what your talking about," his face turned into a frown like he was prepping himself. Tyler started to pace, back and forth.

         "Tyler, stop, you're freaking me out, what is a pack house? And what does this have to do with 'your world'?" He stopped pacing to face me. With big steps he walked up to me grabbing my face with both of his hands looking deep into my eyes, looking for something, maybe sympathy, I don't know. I'm so fucking confused. In one deep breath he spoke.

          "Emma, I'm a werewolf."