The Lone Wolf

Finding the right words

        Witches and demons, vampires and werewolves, and every other supernatural creature you could find roaming the Earth, none are more feared than the revenant- the returning. Foul ghoul-like beasts that bring nothing but death and destruction. Guided only by their undying rage and hatred for the living.

        The revenants once were thought to derive from vampires, as they could often be found wandering battlefields, drinking the blood of the dying soldiers. Though their horrid appearance and despicable behavior had proven that they are, in fact, a completely different kind of creature.

         There’s not much known about the revenant. Most don’t even believe that they are real. Everything about them makes them out to sound more like a myth or a scary story you would tell in the middle of the night by the bonfire.

         Kane had decided that with all that’s going on, he probably wouldn’t be able to get any sleep, so he opted for standing guard at Isabella’s door. He cursed under his nose at the silliness he felt with all the reports from his pack spread out around him on the floor.

        The report from the night before was in his hand as he was pouring over the details of the attack. The two guards that they had found by the door weren’t killed by his mate. The bite marks were too small to belong to her. Furthermore, they had found five dead rogues couple of hundred feet away from the house. Heads torn clean of their shoulders. Just her memo. But why was she there? Why did she kill the rogues? All these questions were giving Kane a headache. Nothing makes sense. He snapped back to reality as he heard the c***k of the door handle. Isabella’s’ head peaked out through the c***k.

        “Good morning.” Kane smiled at her.

    She tilted her head and gave him a small smile back. “Good morning.” She whispered hoarsely; her voice chords still not used to being in use.

        “Did you rest well?” he asked, amused by her sleepy answer.

        Isa only nodded in response and she knelled down on the floor beside him. She glanced at all the papers around them and looked up at him with worry in her eyes, her black eyebrows knitting together. “You didn’t sleep. That’s not good.”

        Kane was ecstatic, his smile spreading even more, reaching the corners of his eyes. Was she worried about him? “Would you mind if we talked for a bit? There’s something I would like to ask you.”

        Isabella stood up again and extended her hand to Kane who was surprised by the gesture but accepted without a second thought. The sensation was nothing like he ever felt before and as he looked down at her, he knew, she could feel it too. Her palm looked even smaller in his hand and he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

        “But first, let’s go to grab something to eat. You look like you could use some pancakes,” he winked at Isa playfully.

        “Pancakes?” she was now grinning from ear to ear as she looked up at him. “I love pancakes, maman* used to make the best pancakes in the world!”  

        She was now dragging Kane behind her, leading the way, which she didn’t really know. As they got down the stairs she stopped suddenly, looking both ways thoughtfully.

        “This way,” Kane guided her gently to the left towards the kitchen, “remind me to give you a tour of the house later. You’ll need to learn how to navigate this house since you’ll be living here from now on.” It felt even better than he thought saying those words out loud.

        Isabella squeezed his hand lightly as she looked deep into his eyes as if searching for something as she asked, “I can stay… here?” the last word barely audible.

        “Of course!” Kane exclaimed a bit too excitedly. “That is if you want to.”

        “Will you be here as well?” She asked, unsure.

        “Hopefully,” he chuckled, “would you like that?”

        She nodded in response, her beautiful smile returning, “I don’t know the words, but…” she faltered, “I somehow want to be close to you. Like I could feel at home anywhere as long as you were with me. It’s strange…”

        With those words, Kane’s resolve to hold back had crumbled. He wrapped his hands around Isabella’s waist lifting her up. For a moment he looked into her eyes and not finding a hint of fear or confusion he pulled her body firmly against his own. He slightly brushed his lips against hers and as a silky gasp escaped her lips, he dove into them. He kissed her softly, as if afraid to break her fragile form. He knew that they had their whole lives ahead of them and some self-control wouldn’t hurt. Especially since she didn’t seem to know yet that the attraction she was feeling towards him was a mates bond.

        As Isabella felt the floor under her feet gain, she opened her eyes, lifting her fingers to her lips. She looked up at Kane, with a twinkle and slight awkwardness in her eyes.

        “That was nice,” she smiled as her brows knitted together in confusion, “but very different from the kisses maman used to give me.”

        Kane laughed out loud at her remark, “yes, very different indeed.” He took up her hand once more, “now, how about those pancakes?”

*Maman- french for mom.