WHAT?!" I gasped, jumping up.
He looked hurt but I couldn't concentrate on making him feel better right now. Was he playing a joke on me? Was this his idea of funny?!
"Dameon, are you serious?!"
He looked me straight in the eyes "Yes." I couldn't see any trace of a lie in his face.
Wow. I needed some time to think. Alone.
I turned away from him.
"Dameon, please can I have a minute?"
"Err... yeah... sure..." He sounded unsure but he got up to leave. "I won't be too far. Just call me when you want me to come back. If..." His voice trailed off and he turned and ran off into the trees.
Right. Now I could think.
I wrapped my arms around my chest. The déjà vu of this would bring back bad memories, but I needed to get through it.
I can't believe I had to face a decision like this again. Mythical creatures weren't meant to be so common that you would end up having to decide if you loved the person enough to keep them in your life regardless; twice!
Though I supposed my decision had already been made. I'd decided before that I could accept one before I even knew what it would mean. This time, he was my best friend; he meant more to me. It would be hypocritical to accept one in my life and not another.
I still couldn't get my head around it. Dameon; a werewolf? He seemed so human! But nothing really had changed; he'd always been like this, I'd just not known. I wonder why he chose now to tell me.
So my decision had been made. I'd fought too much for Dameon to lose him over this...
I guess I'd left Dameon hanging for long enough.
"Dameon..." It was only quiet, but I guessed he'd be close enough to hear.
Sure enough, as soon as I'd made a sound, he re-emerged from the trees, though his eyes were wary and he walked slowly and carefully towards me.
"Do you want me to take you home?" His voice was apprehensive.
"No."
He smiled. It was only small though, as though he was afraid to be too pleased.
"Dameon, I don't know what to say..."
He looked down, the hurt returned to his face. He looked like a sad little child at that moment, so I strode over to him and took his hand. He looked at me then, sadness still in his eyes.
"Dameon, it doesn't matter to me. I don't mind!"
His smile in response to my words was blinding. It spread across his face and lit up his eyes. He clasped my other hand and stared right into my eyes.
"Really? You don't care?"
"No!"
He dropped my hands to hug me to his waist, and then he swung me round like a little kid. He seemed so happy and I smiled along; it was contagious!
When he put me down, he was still smiling a blissful smile; one I'd never seen on him before. Something had definitely changed.
I wanted an explanation! I mean, sure he was a werewolf, but that didn't explain him avoiding me for two weeks, strange mood swings, the suddenly boiling temperature...
"Dameon, what exactly has been going on the past two weeks then? You seem...different."
He didn't seem bothered at all to explain to me now. I was hoping that was a good thing; that it would mean the most shocking secret had been told, there wasn't anything that could still scare me away. He sat on the ground again and patted the ground next to him for me to sit.
"This might take a while" He said when I seemed reluctant. I didn't fancy standing for a while though, and there was a cold breeze picking up so I sat down and curled up into his warm side.
"Okay. I'm ready." I mumbled.
