The Winter Moon (Where Human Meets Wolf)

His eyes were the bluest she had ever seen, crystal-like even. While he showed signs of laughter and joy earlier in the evening, the look in his eyes at that moment was different than any look she had seen before. "Mate", he muttered unintelligibly, making so that Eleanor's ears couldn't understand. "What did you say, your highness?", she asked lightly hoping not to offend with her lack of knowledge on his prior words. To Eleanor men were hardly knocking at her door, her luck with attracting a man's attention had never been 100%, much less %50, so his next words were quite a shock to her, "Would you like to dance?" ...

Eleanor Parker knew much of the world of Werewolves and Witches, though unlike them she wasn't one herself. Her mother, a human and her father, a hybrid, don't exactly make the result of a werewolf pup, or even a hybrid. Her life is filled with simplicity. She has a job she loves, and a family who loves her. Everything seemed perfectly in place, like a perfect puzzle. But who really likes perfect?

Elliot Clarke was unlike many. Unlike humans, he is a Werewolf. Unlike Werewolves, he is a royal. Unlike other royals, he is the King. His stern demeanor never falts when posed for portraits, or news articles, while it does not shy away from the public's knowledge of his playboy-ish ways. From ice cold to fire hot desire, he doesn't shy away from getting what he wants, but with a forced engagement, another surprise might shake him down to his roots.

A/N Sorry for the long description. I got carried away! Happy Reading.