An Alpha's Melody

Chapter Eleven: Cameron

    "Oh, hello, Mr. Grey!" Melody smiles back, breathless as she lowers her trumpet and sticks some wooden thing in her mouth.

    "Beautiful, but what is that thing in your mouth called?"

    "Oboe reed, it's a double reed. See it has two slabs instead of one like with a clarinet?" She points after removing from her dark red lips.

    I nod, absentmindedly looking her up and down. I have to control my instincts, especially as an alpha. The wolf in me shreiks that she is rightfully mine, rightfully my mate, and I should claim her. Both with my words and with my body.

    But I wouldn't ever force my precious Melody into anything.

    Except for the whole turning her into a werewolf and making her stay at my home situation.

    "What does it sound like?" I inquire, genuinely curious.

    "Would you like to find out?" I only nod, and Alexa comes over and sits down, Lucian at her metaphoric tail. She would be a fiesty she-wolf, alright.

     "Beautiful vabrato," the short girl tells her best friend, as Melody lets a few low notes crackle then gently waver, keeping strong. She goes quiet for a moment, but than bursts into song, her mouth strict looking and tight around the double reed. I recognize the rythm of Auld Lang Syne and smile. I wonder if she has any Scottish heritage in this moment.

     When the song has been repeated, sweetly, Alexa asks, "Will you play Demons, by Imagine Dragons, please? I love that one!"

    "Only if you go grab my flute and play along!" Melody insists, with a look both stern and gentle at once.  Alexa runs off to grab the silver instrument. I grin at Lucian when I notice the way he looks at the blue eyed girl. I meet Melody's brown orbs, shimmering like the moon, and radiating joy, as she and her friend prepare to perform an impromptu duet for us. No, not for us. Melody, at least plays for the love of music.

    "I don't have the whole thing memorized," Alexa grimaces, shaking her head, and long braid right along with it.

    "It will come to you, I promise," melody assures, lifting her black Oboe to her lips and settling her fingers on various silver keys.

    It sounds as if the girls were meant to perform together as well as befriend one anoher to the highest and best extent. I love it, and although the song has it's high and glorious points, I can't help the wave of melancholy nostalgia and . . . heart ache roll over me. Their song is bittersweet, perhaps because of a pain they have experienced or the relevance of the song in their normal lives. I know for fact that the Imagine Dragons did not perform it quite this sadly, although moving.