Hypnotic

Twelve

Listen to this music as you read.

He was an odd, rare creature. Demonic, yet angelic, with an air about him that was so easy to get caught up in. And I hated him for it.

We sat in silence for awhile, and I played a game on my phone, mindlessly losing the same level over and over again. His hand rested on the gearshift of the jet black 2020 Mustang while my own tightened around my phone.

He made me believe that I was something special and just as beautiful as he was. He gave me a life I knew would be difficult, but fun all the same.

His eyes flicked over to me, and he took his hand from the gearshift and held it out to me. My gaze immediately went to him, but his eyes hadn't left the road. I stared at his hand, his nails painted black, and I hesitated. It couldn't hurt.... Right?

His aura was somewhere between dark and light. It could be comforting. It could be evil. It could be welcoming. It could be dangerous. He was dangerous...

Night soon fell, and I found myself starving. We had skipped lunch, and my appetite was returning with a vengeance. "Damiar?" He glanced to me and squeezed my hand. "I can hear your stomach growling even over here," he joked. "We'll stop for the night and eat somewhere nice."

With him, there was never a dull moment. Sometimes I questioned his way of doing things. Sometimes I questioned whether or not I could trust him. Sometimes I questioned my sanity.

My mind went to dark places as I stood in the shower. Excess shampoo cascaded down my body. I felt numb. Something was wrong with this picture. Something bad was going to happen.

It was so easy to fall in love with him. It was so tempting to say "I love you."

"You dyed your hair..?" I asked quietly, playing with a few strands of his new black hair. "Thought it was time for a change," he returned softly. I let him brush my wet hair, and I shook my head when he asked if I wanted it blow dried. He was treating me like a fragile flower, and I would have normally been irritated by that, but something... was different.

Long ago, wolves were the only domesticated canines. They hunted for their masters. They protected them. But sometimes, they would turn on their humans....

His fingers threaded through my hair as he spooned me. I could feel his breath on my neck, and I stared at the far wall, illuminated by the streetlight outside of the motel. I wanted to relax, but I couldn't.

Wolves are not powerful animals unless there are many together. A single wolf could never take down a bull elk or a bear. But perhaps he could, if he possessed the power of an entire pack...

My eyes grew heavier, and I inhaled a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He shifted, wrapping his arm around my torso and burying his face in my hair.

Could a lamb fall in love so easily with a wolf?

A/N: This chapter is so much shorter because I wanted to set the mood for the next chapter.