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The embodiment of something so beautiful and graceful, it's difficult to comprehend the simultaneous complexity and simplicity that it takes to love said being.
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Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.
- Jeremy Bentham
Nathaniel
"Laila, just hold on a little longer," I shouted over the loud gust of wind. She nodded her eyes amber, she had finally gained more control over her wolf. Over the past two weeks, she had made a lot of progress.
"Pull that energy into you and slowly pull each thread of wind away until there is nothing," slowly but surely she had destroyed the storm. Her nose crinkled and she came running into my arms beaming with pride.
"Nate I did it," she screamed, "I was proud of her. Both of our parents kept calling and somehow 'Spencer' had gotten a hold of my phone number, I think it's time Laila went home I'd go with her. But she wasn't ready, I just think she wasn't ready to tell Spencer the truth. I know she still had feelings for him.
I don't expect her to stop loving him overnight, I don't expect her to choose me over him but I expect her to be honest with me.
As I brought Laila into my arms I couldn't help but think of our future and if she was going to be spending that with him or with me. I would do anything for her but would she do the same for me?
I know what it's like to have a chosen mate but it wasn't anywhere near as intense as this, every time her heart beats I felt it. As soon as our eyes met I knew I wouldn't be alone in this world because she was made for me and I for her.
Of course, I did love Amara but I wasn't anywhere near as infatuated with her as I am with Laila, especially not in the begging the bond wasn't this strong. When she died I somehow managed but If I ever lost Laila there would be no going back.
I stared into her gorgeous brown eyes, timed stopped and our hearts beat as one. I could feel exactly how she felt and she was happy in my arms, happy to be around me. Slowly our faces inched closer together, her soft breaths hitting my face.
Her the tip of her lashes kissing her cheeks, the things I would do to her.
My phone rang interrupting us, Laila pulled away shaking her head, "I should...you should get that." I shook my head, "It's probably my parents or your parents."
"I don't want to speak to them," we said simultaneously, she giggled.
"We should call them back eventually, I don't want them to get worried, you know your parents really care about you,"
"Yours do too," she says confused.
"Maybe my mother, she has mostly tried her best with us but my father. He only views me as the next in line, as someone to fulfil the role my brother never did. My father is only concerned with his own affairs."
