Kiss of the Moon

Chapter 1

©CRGangell aka Whitesabretooth

AN: ALL GRAMMAR NAZI COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED AND IGNORED, THIS CHAPTER IS NOT EDITED

                                                 Chapter 1

Amy felt as if she was swimming through mud, straining to break the surface and finally wake up. As she drew closer to the surface she became aware of silence broken only by her ragged breaths. It felt as if her eyes were glued shut but as she finally felt free of the mud which had kept her under she forced her eyes open and squinted as light assaulted her. She blinked trying to clear her sight and focus on something.

She moaned and tried to push herself up. Wolfgang was instantly on his feet and wide awake from his light nap. He raced to the bed and gently pushed her back down. “Hey be calm, your safe.” He said his voice even huskier from his nap.

She stopped struggling under his hands as her mind started to process what her body was telling her, her wrists were sharp pains and uncoordinated, she couldn’t bend her left leg, her ribs complained with every breath and her back was one massive point of pain.

She stilled under his large hands.

“Hold still and I’ll turn you over.” He told her as he flung the blankets off.

She tensed as she suddenly realised she was naked beneath the sheets.

He misinterpreted her body language, “Are you in pain?” He asked anxiously.

“I’m naked.” she stressed her voice was hoarse and cracked on certain sounds.

He took a deep breath relieved, as she was human of course she would be modest, and being naked in front of someone she didn’t know was not proper for a human. “Yes it was the only way we could treat your wounds. Hold still.” He said before he carefully lifted her and moved her onto her back. When she was propped up on some pillows he quickly covered her. His eyes scanned her quickly looking for noticeable signs of pain.

His eyes almost feasted on her form, like they had for the last few days. Only now she was awake and her eyes were open. He guessed that her blue eyes were a few shades lighter than his own sapphire orbs, more crystalline in appearance then the depths his eyes had. Her eyes went with her hair which was so dark he knew that in the right light it would shine blue and brushed her delicate shoulders although at the moment it was a tangled mess. Her alabaster skin glowed gently in the soft light and he knew that her skin was soft to the touch like velvet or silk or satin.

Her eyes took in the splints on her wrists and forearms and the bulky one which encased her entire left leg from hip to foot.

“What…” She said her voice cracking again.

“Happened?” He finished. “What do you remember?” He asked not wanting to put false memories in her confused mind.

“I was in a plane…” she said and tried to swallow, her throat was dry. He put a straw in a glass of water and held the straw to her lips, she took it between her lips and drank deeply, quenching the dryness of her throat. She popped the straw out when she felt full.

“What happened… to… my…” She began to say but found breathing to be hard.

She didn’t notice Wolfgang’s clenched fists and the tense way he held his body. This morning he had come to the realisation that this woman, this small battered woman he had pulled from the plane, was his mate. She was his, his wolf knew that she was the perfect half he had been waiting for. He didn’t want to know who that man was in the plane with her, didn’t want to know if he was her lover, she was his.