Grey Mountain Pack Series: The Prophesied Luna

Feelings and Decisions

He paid the bill, gathering their leftovers and they left Giovanni’s headed back to the cabin. The silence in the cab of the truck was almost deafening, the only sound that could be heard was the soft whirring of the heat coming through the vents. Tyler could not help but wonder what was going on in her mind. He did not know if she was mad at him or if she wanted to slap him. The only way he was going to find out what she was thinking was to ask her but before he did, he wanted out of reaching distance so she could not slap him while was driving down the road.

Twenty minutes later he pulled in the driveway of the cabin and shut off the engine. Savannah started to open her door then stopped; turning herself to face Tyler she cleared her throat. "Tyler, about that kiss at Giovanni’s tonight," she paused, taking a breath before continuing. "Can we try that again?" Her question stunned him; he had not expected her to ask him to kiss her again. In reality, that was the last thing he expected; her slapping him, yes, but asking to be kissed again, no way. He quickly opened his door and came around to her side, opened her door and helped her out. He shut her door then brought her inside before pinning her against the wall and kissed her with all the passion he had built up inside him from three years of being single and the need from his wolf wanting to claim his mate. The kiss was more than built up s****l tension; it was something he could not describe. The way their lips fit together was almost magical and he could have sworn that there had been fireworks going off outside when he was kissing her.

Minutes later their lips parted, and they were both gasping for breath. She knew that she had wanted Tyler to kiss her but what she had not expected was the fire that she felt deep down in the pit of her stomach. She had never had anyone kiss her the way he had just done. To her it felt as if he were trying to convey some deep tribal secret or something. She could not explain it exactly but there was something there. Something deep inside her that stirred and tried to surface. Savannah also thought that she had heard something in her mind saying “Mate.” She could feel the electricity between them buzzing as if there was going to be a blue arc of lightning hit the very ground they stood on. If she did not know any better Savannah would swear that her hair was standing on end.

Instinctively she reached up to check if her hair was lying flat, not frizzy like it would have been if a balloon had been rubbed on her head. The heat rushed up staining her cheeks when she realized that Tyler was still standing there watching her every movement. He was smiling at her as she slowly lowered her hand from her hair. "You look so beautiful when your cheeks are flushed." Tyler's statement only made the color in her cheeks brighten to a darker shade of red. Savannah could not help the blood rushing to her face any more than she could help the way her stomach did somersaults when Tyler looked at her. "Thank you, Tyler it’s your fault my cheeks are flushed," she said sheepishly.

It was his turn to blush then; she was right it was his fault. He kissed her first, but then she kissed him back and with equal vigor. They were both to blame for the rosy redness that stained their faces. Even though they were both blushing they had both wanted to kiss each other and they knew that it was the right thing to do. They had both felt the urge building up and the magnetic pull to connect with each other. It had only been a matter of time before they had kissed. Hell, it was only a matter of time before anything else happened between them, but Tyler really wanted to wait for that. He knew Savannah would be the woman he ended up marrying, although he wanted to know her better first. He also needed to tell her about him being a werewolf and her being his mate.

Savannah stood there as if she were frozen in place, as if her body just would not respond to her brain’s commandments. She could still feel Tyler staring at her and could almost see the smoke coming from his ears as the gears in his head turned. Savannah wondered what he was thinking but did not dare ask for fear of him wrapping her in his arms and kissing her senseless again. Not that she would object, but because she still was not sure about where she stood with her feelings for Tyler just yet. He had been kind enough to rescue her in her time of need and then he had let her stay here with him while he was on vacation. He did not have to do any of this for her since they did not know each other from Adam. She could not help that she felt drawn to him and she was not ready to admit that she felt safe with him around. Admitting that would be almost like admitting that she was not the independent woman her father had raised her to be. She had been raised to not depend on a man for anything. If she needed something she had been taught to fight and stand up for what she needed and believed in. So no, right now she could not admit that she felt safe with Tyler. No matter what the little voice that popped up in her mind kept saying. Savannah had never heard the voice before, and it concerned her. It was not like the little voice of your conscience that you hear when deciding to do something. This voice was something altogether different and foreign.

Tyler had been thinking about the kiss that he and Savannah had just shared and the electric shocks that had been between them. He wondered if she had felt it too, if she had felt that this was where she was meant to be. He knew that he would need to decide about how he would tell her about his life and being a werewolf before the end of his vacation and he had to return back to the pack and resume his role as Alpha of the Grey Mountain Pack. He looked at Savannah and could see that she was having an inner battle with herself. She chewed her bottom lip vigorously and twisted her fingers together in front of her tiny frame. What could be going on in that beautiful mind of hers? As he stood there staring at her he thought he saw her eyes change from the emerald green they normally were to a darker green with a gold ring around them. It had to be the lighting in the house, he shook his head then looked again. Her eyes were back to the same beautiful emerald green they had been just moments ago. “Savannah why don’t we go into the living room and have some hot cocoa?” he asked before reaching to take her hand and lead her to the sofa. After he left her on the couch, he went to the kitchen to warm some milk for the cocoa, he also put away their leftover meals that had been completely forgotten about mere moments before. His mother had taught him to make this recipe many years ago and it was his absolute favorite. The powdered packs of cocoa would never be able to compare to his mother’s hot cocoa.