Her Wolf ~Book 1~ [Hiccelsa]

18. Let It Go

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS VIDEO!!! CREDITS TO WHOEVER OWNS THIS VIDEO. ITS ONLY A PIANO COVER TO LET IT GO, YOU DON'T HAVE TO WATCH IT!! And I didn't edit this either. It's just a quick chapter.

It's been maybe a few weeks since we've been here.  I walked outside in the trees. I wonder why he had this house so deep in the trees. Hiccup suddenly sneaked up behind me making me jump. "Stop. Doing. That." I say to him.

He smirked. "Sorry. I can't help myself. You always fall for it." He said slowing to my pace, which is probably a major challenge for him.

Rolling my eyes, I walk beside him. "Hey, I got a question," I say.

He tensed. "I did not eat anybody." He said.

"What -- not that. I want to know why this house is so far in the trees?" I say.

"To keep hidden." He said.

"From who."

"The Wolf Pack and Hybrids." He said.

"Who?" I ask. "Hybrids?"

"Half Vampire, half Werewolf. Even though we have half their scent. They'll still kill us." He said.

"Is that the only reason?" I ask.

"Uh, that and my mom liked the scenery." He said.

As we walk, I trip on a root that stuck out of the ground falling. I lay there for a moment. "I didn't see that coming." I groan.

Hiccup chucked behind me. "Neither did I?" He said helping me up.

As I stood, I felt something warm and wet drip down my arm. I look to see my arm bleeding from a giant gash. I pull my arm away from Hiccup's sight. "Sorry, I'm bleeding," I say.

I watch his eye colour change, then go back to green. "It's okay." He said. "I can fix this." He added.

He took a cloth from his pocket, wiping up the blood, making the gash extremely visible. I then watch him bite his own wrist, letting himself bleed. "Hiccup!"

"Shh." He took my arm, clenching his fist, letting his blood drip on my arm.

It stung for a moment, then went away. A couple of seconds later, the gash went away. I gasp in shock then look at him. "How--?"

"Wolves blood can heal a human." He said to me before cleaning up his own mess. I wonder if they get rid of their hunger by feeding off their own blood. Being that he's doing it now, probably means something. That, or he's losing control. He wiped his arm on his jacket then looked to me. "That'll heal in a sec." He said.

"I have another question," I say. "Can you stop your hunger by feeding off your own Blood?" I ask.

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's wolves blood. If a wolf were to feed off their own blood, one they'd die from blood loss and two, it'll never stop a hunger. Werewolves are eternally hungry." He said.

I look at my arm again. It was barely a scar now. "Oh. Um. Thank you." I say.

He only smiled. "Anytime."

Later in the day, I walked through the house alone now. I kept wandering around, enjoying the surroundings. I loved the outside and inside of this house. It was absolutely beautiful.

I wandered upstairs, hoping to find Hiccup. As I step upstairs, I hear music. Piano music. From the distance, I see a black piano. Hiccup was playing the piano. I had no idea he played.

I slowly walk up to the piano, leaning against it. "Since when did you play?" I ask.

"Since I was a kid. My mother taught me." He answered, not looking up. I lean on the edge again, as he stops.

"You're good," I tell him.

"Thanks."

I sit beside him, looking through the sheets. "Did you write these?" I ask.

"Most of 'em."

"Like what?"

He looked at me. "The ones without famous people's names on them." He joked.

"Haha. That helps a lot."

He just smiled. "The ones in Cursive." He said.

I take the ones he said off of the stand. I flip through them until one caught my eyes. One had my name on it. In large scripted letters. The name was scripted Let It Go. "Why does this have my name on it?" I ask.

"I wrote that for you." He answered.

"Me?"

"Yeah. You inspired me." He said. "And I know how much you like piano music." He said.

"How did you know I like piano music?" I ask.

"I got bored and read your sister's mind during class." He said He only smirked, then took out a pencil. I watch him write something down then stop. He looked at me for a moment. Tilted his head then sighed. "I wish I could know what your thinking." He sighed.

"You want to know?"

"Since I met you, I've wanted to know. But your blank. I can never read your minds." He said to me. I don't reply. "Everyone else's is, just stupid things; like Cats, Dogs, Money, Food and Sex. But I can't read you at all. I can read your sister easily, but there's not a lot in her mind." He said.

"She barely thinks," I say.

"I think she was thinking of Ice Cream the last time I read her mind." He said to me.

I laugh a little. "That's Anna for you!"

He smiled again then looked into my eyes. "What are you thinking?" He asked, moving my hair.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I've needed to know since I first Imprinted. I know you're smart, funny. But I know something's bugging you, but I can't figure it out." He said.

"Well, I'm fine. I'm happy." I say.

He only smiles faintly, then goes back to the Piano.

He started to play something. I listen for a moment then looked at the Let It Go sheet. The notes matched. This was amazing. I never knew he could play. I used too. When I was little. But then, I guess I stopped after a while. I continue to listen, letting myself get taken by the music.