To Control The

Chapter 8 (Damien's POV)

I whisper as I stare into her ocean blue eyes, "I would never hurt you.. That's not in my nature.." "So.. H-How do I know you're being for real?.." I stand up as I switch places with her. "Stay here.. Don't move.." She chuckles as she says, "Am I supposed to be a good doggy too?" I growl playfully towards her as I make my way to the bathroom and try to shut my broken door. I sigh as I stretch my muscles a bit. I groan as I will the change to begin. My body starts to heat up as my muscles expand. I groan in pain as I shift and kneel on my hands and knees as my inner self takes shape. My bones on my body, hands, and feet crack as I shift into the wolf. I yell out in pain, then it's quiet.. I stand on my hind legs and see myself in the broken mirror that I am who I truly am. A werewolf. Snout, ears, tail, claws and all.
I step out of the bathroom slowly afraid that I will scare Layla off. "Please God.. Don't let this woman leave.." Her eyes are wide in shock and fear. I know she's staring into my orangish-yellow eyes. Full of fear. "Say something.." I think to myself as I kneel in front of her, letting her know that I won't attack her or bring any harm to her delicate self. "H-How is this possible? Werewolves are supposed to be a myth.. Fairy Tales made up by parents to scare their kids.." She says as I shift back to being human in utter pain as my bones shift back to normal. I stand as her eyes shift to my body and I grab a towel from the floor and cover my lower half. "Yes, werewolves were thought to be just a fairy tales and a myth, but I'm not a monster like they say. I was born this way. My father is a werewolf." I breathe calmly trying to suppress the memory of me watching his transformation. More like forced to watch him. I run my fingers through my hair as I take a deep calming breath. "My father comes from a long line of werewolves.. Dating back to 1838. To my great-great-great grandfather.."
She looks at me as she tries to take everything in and says, "And.. have you ever killed a human..?" I shake my head, "It's against pack law.. We would be put to sudden death if we were to kill a human.." "Pack law.. There are other werewolves out in the world.." "Yes, werewolves, vampires, witches.. You name it. We are out there." I notice her body collapse onto my bed quickly.
Hours pass, I hear a gasp from my bedroom as I have left Layla to rest. With everything I threw at her, all at once. I don't blame her at all for passing out like that. I get up off of the broken couch and walk to my room and see Layla sitting up in my bed. I hold a glass of water and sit on the side of the bed. "Here.. You must be thirsty.." I hold the glass towards her as she takes it slowly and takes a sip. "Thank you.." I look at her questioning if she would leave or stay.. I wouldn't blame her if she left, but if the pack knew what she knew.. She'd be killed instantly. She grabs my hand suddenly and kisses it gently. "I wouldn't tell a soul. Your secret is safe with me Damien." I smile and grab her face with both hands and kiss her beautiful soft lips. I breathe into the kiss, "You're mine. Understood. I've been wanting to claim you as my own for awhile now, but with this secret of mine weighing down on me.. I didn't know if you would want me.." "Shut up and kiss me.." I smirk at what she says and growl playfully as I claim her lips with my own.