My Lycan In Shining Armor

"I'd go to war for you."

Rosy’s P.O.V

After spending the night sleeping uncomfortably in the campus library cubicles, I trudged back to the dorm the next morning.

One could only hide for so long.

A new day had come. And instead of running away from my problems, I was being forced to face them instead.

“Wow!” I sat on my bed, studying Lucia’s mascara tear streaks on her cheeks.

“You look exactly how I feel.”

Lucia was a free spirited person through and through. And a happy one too.

In fact, it was the very first time I had found evidence of a night badly spent by her like that.

“Rough night,” her voice croaked as she sat up and hugged a pillow to her chest.

“That and boy trouble.”

I sighed heavily. “What has that one done now?”

In my heart of hearts, I had always genuinely felt like she deserved far better than Brooke.

After his threats, bullying and driving a wedge between myself and the man I loved- the feeling intensified. One could even say that I hated him with a passion.

But Lucia needed moral support and friendship in that moment, not judgement. And so I readied myself to show up for her.

“We had plans last night, but he didn’t show.” She began, swollen eyes threatening to provide the water works again.

“His phone was off and I have this strong feeling that he was with another girl.”

The i***t was probably out celebrating his success in separating Sam and I. But Lucia being human and totally in the dark about such, there was no way I could mention that possibility.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I halfheartedly consoled.

Feeling a bit relieved that my own problems could take a back seat for a while.

“I just need to find out who she is, you know?” She began to sob.

I stood, walked over and sat on her bed right next to her.

“Or, you just need to let it go.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

Her crumbling frame made her appear even smaller than she actually was.

“But I love him!” She protested through, stealing all the words of self acclaimed wisdom and comfort right out of my mouth.

Because I knew and understood perfectly. Just how impossible it was to turn those emotions off, once they’ve already flooded into your heart.

That’s why in my messy state; I hugged Lucia tightly and wished her well on her matters of the heart, then headed for the door.

I had made a mistake by shutting Sam out the previous night. And it was time for me to rectify my errors.

Craig’s P.O.V

A few bottles of beer and a whole night of video games with a few of my buddies, resulted in my sleeping on the couch.

A gentle rap on the front door on top of my hangover, got onto every single one of my nerves.

“Yes! Detective!” I snapped as I swung my legs over the side of the couch and dragged my feet to the door.

“I’m coming!”

Usually; when we were both home, I left the door attending duty to Sam.

Despite most of the people who come knocking being my friends.

But I knew it wasn’t an option that morning.

Because I had heard him coming in, just a few hours before sunrise.

And therefore was certain he was still in a deep slumber.

Some wild night he must have had with the new girl in his life. I chuckled to myself as I pulled the door open.

“Craig, hi.” Rosy took the initiative, probably because my jaw was still hanging from seeing her at our doorstep that early in the morning.

“Hi,” I massaged my temples, willing the headache to go away. Right before I made my prediction.

“I’ll get him for you,” I smirked, wondering about the mystery that those two were.

Then waved her into the house and called for Sam.

Samuel’s P.O.V

I thought Craig was pulling one of his pranks on me when he announced that Rosy was in our house.

Until I rushed into the living room and found her awaiting me there.

I wanted to chuckle and tease, because we both looked homeless and sleep deprived.

I wanted to hug her in relief, as I could tell that she was safe.

I wanted to kiss her and drag her back to bed with me, today’s classes be damned.

But hell, I couldn’t allow myself all those luxuries until I knew what was going on.

Brooke’s earlier words haunted me and made me second guess myself.

Had I done something to drive her away, like he had mocked and accused?

Was I really obsessive and controlling?

Had she changed her mind about me?

The questions rolled for so long into my mind, but none came out of my mouth.

Instead, I froze and waited for her to make the first move.

“I was hoping we could talk,” she stood and hesitantly took steps towards me.

I wanted to be angry.

I wanted the disappointment to wash over me and change how I felt about that beautiful girl.

But all I felt was the exact opposite. Overwhelming love engulfed me. And heavily coursed through my veins.

“Not here,” I finally spoke and ushered her to the door.

“Let’s take a walk,” I suggested.

After walking in silence for quite some time, she broke the ice yet again.

“I’ve thought about what to say to you literally my entire way here,” she began.

“But now that you’re here, I have no idea where to begin.”

“How about the beginning?” I suggested with a smile.

It was in that moment that I knew I could never be mad at her or even hate her. No matter what news she came bearing in that moment.

When she relayed the conversation she had with Brooke, the treaty, explained the disappearance and where she had spent the night- all I did was pull her into my arms for a warm long hug.

“I’m aware of the treaty, Ro.” I whispered and placed a kiss at the top of her head.

“You are?” She stared up at me with shocked eyes. And sadness, as I confirmed our biggest fear.

“Yes,” I solemnly nodded, grabbed her hand and resumed our walk.

“It’s why I initially avoided you and kept you at arm’s length.”

“And I thought that was just because you weren’t interested in me,” she shyly said.

“My whole life, I’ve never been interested in anything or anyone the way that I am in you.”

Knowing that we were forbidden and being constantly reminded of it by the rules around us, made everything unravel inside of me.

I needed her to know exactly how I felt about her.

Times of hide and seek was over.

I needed to cast all the doubts out of her mind.

I wanted her to be sure at all times that my heart belonged to her. Since the very first time our eyes collided.

“But Sam-”

“I’m not done yet,” I caught a falling tear from her eye and tasted it.

Maybe Brooke was right, I was obsessive. But I didn’t know any other way to be with her.

She had become this delicate and precious thing that I needed to protect, maybe overly so too.

“The treaty was created decades ago, to prevent the spread of hybrids. Especially in werewolf territories like this one,” I waved around bitterly.

“But it doesn’t mean that it can’t be changed.”

“As desperate as I am to believe that, I don’t think that’s how it works.” She laughed lightly.

God, I loved the sound of her laugh. If it were up to me, I’d listen to the melodic sound all the time.

“In werewolf territory, I’m not allowed to be with a lycan. In Lycan territory, you’re not allowed to be with a werewolf. There’s just no winning here, the rules are airtight on both sides of the fence.” She shrugged helplessly.

“There’s exceptions to every rule, Ro. This case is no different,” I spoke with a passion that came with knowing that I didn’t want to let her go.

I didn’t want to abide by those ancient rules.

Funnily enough, by that point- I couldn’t even imagine what my life would be like without her in it.

“I just don’t want to provoke anyone anymore,” she sat on a rock and I joined her.

“I want you with everything in me, but I refuse to cross the line. I don’t want blood spilling because of us and our stubborn love.”

I placed a kiss on her forehead and for the longest time, I didn’t speak.

I didn’t know what to say. Or what she even needed to hear.

I weighed the options in my head. And countless times I decided ending things with her wasn’t one I could explore. Which led to my decision.

“I’d go to war for you,” I said. “If push comes to shove, I’m afraid we’ll have to brace ourselves for that. Because I’m way in too deep to back away now.”