Chosen By The Moon

My head felt like it was going to explode, and my knees felt like they would buckle from underneath me. But even so I couldn't tear myself away from the man's piercing gaze. I took a step back away from him and felt my eyes begin to water. There was just no way he could have had feelings for me.

"You are mistaken... You can't love me, alright? I'm just not..."

"You're just not what? I'm sorry, but you cannot tell who I can and can't love! Even if that person is you..." He stood his ground with me, not breaking eye contact, making sure I understood everything he was telling me. "You, Dylan, are the single most stubborn person I have ever met. You're proud, and disrespectful, you have the most serious case of word vomit I've ever known, and you seriously lack self preservation..." And here's me thinking he was going to tell me good things about my self, instead he's just accosting me. "And yet, you fight with everything that you have, no matter the consequences, you always put yourself in the firing line to protect the people you care about, you have gained the respect of the entire world, including me, you aren’t afraid to stand up to those people who try and tear you down, you have taken everything that has ever been thrown at you and bounced back even stronger than before, not to mention you…” He stepped towards me and held my cheeks in his hands, his breath fanned my face as he slowly leaned In again. "Not to mention that you are the most beautiful girl my eyes have ever seen." As soon as his lips connected with mine, my mind went blank.

Euphoria...

Euphoria was the only word I could use to describe the never ending bolts of electricity that shot through my limbs at kissing him. He was my peace, I knew that now. As long as he stayed by my side, I could do anything.

My eyes fluttered closed as I welcomed his advances. My lips parted granting him the access that he obviously craved, and a small hum of pleasure left me as my knees threatened to buckle fromThis is from NôvelDrama.Org.

under me.

I think Lewis anticipated this because his hand quickly left my cheek and his arm wrapped itself around my back, successfully holding me up. It also made my body lean onto his, his still naked torso pressing up against my tshirt cladded one with purpose. It must have been difficult for him to end it with a kiss, especially one with as much passion behind it as the one we shared, but after 5 minutes he moved away so that we both could catch our taken breaths. We panted as he leaned his forehead onto my own, I saw the strain on his face as he finally stepped away from me.

It was slightly awkward as we stood there, both me and him reeling from his confession. I don’t think either one of us expected everything to come out the way it did after one little misunderstanding between us, but it didn’t bother me in the slightest.

“Ahh, um…” His cheeks flared red and he moved his hands quickly to cover his clothed, now hard, member. “Shower… I’m gonna go for a um shower. The run… it ahh, made me all sweaty.” He chuckled nervously while I just nodded quickly, and pointed to the opposite direction he was going to go in.

“Yeah, I’ve got a… thing I need to go and do. I’ll see you later?” I half asked while half stating which caused him to smile.

“Definitely, I think we need to have a chat.” He smiled and pecked me on the cheek quickly. “Happy Birthday Dylan.” The same sentence he had spoken less than an hour ago now had a completely different tone, and this time it brought a small smile onto my lips.

We really did need to chat, about everything. I had no idea what my feelings were towards Lewis, but I knew one thing was certain, I cared about him more than I could ever express.

I walked back to my RV and sighed, it was all just a waiting game now. There were no shipments due in today, so that was out of the question, the only thing I could do was wait to hear from the

council about when I was able to visit the local pack, and speak to the alpha. It was time we organized the masses because right now everyone here was just living in a fairytale. While the rest of the world suffered.

I heard a small knock at the door and I quickly shot my head towards it. Without even missing a beat, I bolted to it and through it open, only to be met by John who had a slightly elevated look to him. He huffed slightly as if he had ran over here from god knows where, and he looked at me before delivering his news.

“That man, the one who was forcibly marked… He’s awake.” Now I was curious. We were told from day one that a forced mark was a death sentence, and yet this man had survived it…

“Lead the way!”!

Now I really did need answers.