Chapter 3
1024 Words
Jeffrey's POV
They informed me that she was an events planner.
“A specialist in human events,” Cassandra said, placing the shiny file on my desk. "She possesses experience in organizing high class weddings, knows how to handle private clients, and has no identifiable connections to the supernatural community."
The final segment had caused her voice to constrict minimally. It was understated. Cassandra seldom displayed feelings, yet I understood her well enough to notice it.
"She's a human," I reiterated, not even glancing at the folder. "We had an agreement to exclude them from this."
"We agreed that we needed the services of an individual who is capable and confidential," she said. "Also, no one from our realm is both."
I thought within about Cassandra.
Her gentle smile and luminous brown eyes.
She's a human being.
Yet I couldn't help but stare at her whenever I see her pictures.
"She’s different from the rest," Cassandra whispered, as if tapping into my mind. "Perhaps that’s precisely what we need."
Perhaps.
Or perhaps she would destroy it all.
I sensed her as soon as she passed the forest's boundary.
Ravenwood reacted as it always did to strangers; the walls were chillier and the atmosphere weightier. However, this time, the energy felt… distinct. Not protective. Inquisitive.
She has arrived.
I stood on the balcony of the west tower, observing the black car crunching on the gravel. She emerged gradually, looking about as if she was witnessing something astonishing for the first time.
Perhaps she was.
When I observed her face in real life, the picture failed to capture her true beauty. She was even more of a human being. The sort of reality that had no place in an environment like this. Not alongside wolves like us.
And still, my heartbeat changed.
Secured.
I clenched my teeth.
No.
This wasn’t her home. Her purpose for being here was work. That was all. She would disappear immediately after the ritual.
She has to.
I didn't wish to encounter her at the entrance.
I convinced myself it was due to having more important tasks. That I didn’t have to pamper a wedding planner. However, the reality?
I didn't have confidence in myself to talk to her just yet.
When Cassandra came to inform me that Evelyn was here, her lips twitched in that self-satisfied manner of hers.
"She's asking questions already," she said. “She’s courageous.” "You'll enjoy her company."
"I can work with her without any form of emotion," I whispered. "I need her to keep her distance."
"Define your relationship."
I gave her a sharp look. "Don't refer to it like that."
Cassandra simply smiled and then left.
I met her again as I walked through the entrance that leads to her apartment.
She stood at the center of the room as if she was meant to be there, though I was aware she wasn’t. Her brown hair was locked behind one ear. She held a notebook in her hand. She was engrossed.
As soon as she looked up and saw me, her face lightened.
A feeling within me awakened.
It really irritated me a lot.
“You must be Jeffrey,” she remarked, her tone inviting, like a sunshine on a chilly morning.
I did not reply.
I was unable to.
My wolf was too near the top.
And I didn’t want her to aware of it.
I attempted to steer clear of her after that.
I kept myself occupied. I provided trainings and attended conferences. I started feigning ignorance to her voice echoing through the corridors as she spoke to the staff, posing questions that no one would dare respond to. I instructed Cassandra to provide her with restricted details, sufficient to maintain her concentration.
Yet whenever she walked by, the atmosphere changed.
My perception heightened.
My gut feeling urged me.
She was a tempest. The longer she remained, the greater my sense of pressure intensified.
Next was dinner.
I didn’t want her to be there.
The feast was intended for the select group; wolves who were aware of what lay ahead,who had faith in the prophecy.
However, she entered, eyes wide with curiosity, and instantly the entire room became quiet.
As if they were aware, even though I didn’t express it.
As soon as her eyes locked with mine from across the table, I lost all sense of flavor. I couldn't recall why I was upset. I couldn't remember why I was resisting her.
I remembered nothing except for her.
She stared at me as if I were a riddle she desired to unravel.
I despised it.
And desired it.
Later, I visited the garden.
It was the only location where I could breathe a air of relief. The moonlight flowed over the leaves like liquid silver. My heartbeat finally calmed down. My mind began to calm down.
Until I noticed a sound from the balcony .
I turned before I caught sight of her. Her fragrance touched me first, it was gentle, cozy, and somehow strange.
She was clad in a robe, hair tousled from slumber. Her eyes were weary yet radiant. And she looked at me as though I were something she couldn't specifically identify.
"Why are you here?" she inquired.
“You ought to be asleep,” I responded.
"Well, you should, too."
She approached, resting against the railing.
That's when I committed an error.
I allowed her to speak.
She made a joke. Mocked. Shoved. Until she voiced what I was already contemplating.
"Do you believe I’m a distraction?"
I ought to have deceived.
I ought to have turned away.
Rather, I spoke the truth.
"You're greater than that." "You are a storm."
Her lips opened in astonishment. The breeze twisted through her hair. The moon reflected in her eyes.
And for a brief moment, just one, I wished to go closer to her.
To caress her.
To reveal all to her.
However, I did not.
I turned.
And left her there, observing me disappear into the night.
Because if I remained, if I allowed her in, I wouldn’t be able to shield her from what was approaching.
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