Silver and Cold |h.s.|

11. Shift

The next morning you awakened to find that what once had been warm temperatures, blue skies, and bright sun was now grey, cloudy, and cold.

The man on the weather channel had been correct in his assessment. Frigid temperatures were back...the small fluctuation in heat had been a fluke. There was one more snow left in this winter after all.

Today was your last day as a human and the hours were ticking by.

Harry appeared bright eyed and bushy tailed that morning, sauntering around in a pair of sweatpants and a thin white t shirt that allowed his black ink to seep through the material. He was the picture of beauty. He had made you pancakes, blueberry to be exact, and you had practically melted like butter when he'd set them in your lap that morning so that you both could eat and watch t.v. together.

It was the little things that made Harry so incredible to you. Sure he was kind but it was the intention behind every tiny thing that he did that really made it mean something.

For instance, after breakfast he'd noticed your hesitance to be near the windows and thus shut the blinds and drapes without even asking why the weather bothered you so much. It was sincere and trusting, nonjudgmental in the most endearing way, and it made you feel for him even more.

In your human form, Harry had divulged a lot in such a short time to you. You knew that while he was fragile it did not make him weak in the slightest. If anything, he was stronger than you'd ever imagined him to be. He was a warrior, a wounded one, and in your pack those warriors were hailed as heroes...it made you sick to see that that was not the same for humans.

The minutes dwindled and every moment seemed so devastatingly precious.

Oh how you longed to sit next to him with your legs thrown over his lap, your arms circled around his neck, just for comfort. It gave you enormous anxiety to know that in a few short hours, you'd have to leave him again and you were far more hurt by that fact than you'd anticipated.

You wished that you could tell him everything, put your secret out into the open just so that he could understand that you were not leaving him for good. That secret wasn't yours to tell though...and while it ate at you not to say a word, it was for the best for your people.

As gentle and as caring as Harry was, you couldn't be completely sure that he wouldn't turn on you.

He was a human after all.

"Kai, is everything alright? You look pale." The back of a warm hand places itself against your forehead and all you can do is blink back at the owner. His ivy colored eyes survey your face in concern and a small fluttering of butterfly wings rise in your tummy.

"Um...actually I don't feel too well." The fluttering turns into knots as you begin to craft your lie. You hate yourself but this is what you must do.

"You definitely feel clammy...let me go see if I have any medicine or anything." Your human lifts himself up off of the armchair next to you and strolls to the kitchen where you can hear him opening and closing cabinets.

He's far too generous, far too nice, and you are so unbelievably cruel. You know that your disappearing is going to destroy him and he is going to be left with so many questions and no answers and it makes you feel like the worst being in the entire universe.

Harry deserves nothing but the very best...and you can't be that for him.

"Damn, Kai I don't have anything," he walks back into the living room running a frustrated hand through his chocolate curls that are now beginning to fall past his ears, "I don't even have soup." He looks almost in anguish.