You, Only You Will Do

Magic

I need to text Diacana and check in with her to make sure she got home ok. She texted me immediately back and she’s fine and that she’s getting dinner with a friend. A friend, already? That seems suspicious. Or am I being too sensitive because of the note? I text her back and ask where she is. She replied, “Wouldn’t you like to know”. I feel a growl escape my mouth, who does she think she is? Luckly, I installed a gps tracking app on her phone before we ever left Bar Harbor. I pull her location up and realized she is at the hotel in the bar area. I feel a sense of relief, but who is she meeting with? I decide I need to go down and at least take a peek, just to make sure she’s ok.

I make my way down the long ass hallway and onto the elevator. I press level one, and down we go. Why is my heart pounding and my temper flaring? Goddam, this girl affects me in ways I even don’t fully understand. The elevator doors open to the lobby. I walk into the bar area quietly. I just need to lay eyes on her. I do a quick scan of the room from the doorway, and I don’t see her. I take a deep breath and recognize her scent. She’s here somewhere. I moved from the doorway to the bar area. I don’t want to look out of place, so I take a seat at the bar. I order a drink and scan the room once again. Ah, thank goodness I see her. She is sitting in the corner with another woman. Diacana’s back is towards me, which is why I didn’t see her at first. I feel a sense of relief. She’s just meeting with another girl, probably from one of her classes. Which reminds me, I still need to get a copy of her schedule. I wonder if I can pull it up through the university portal. I will try tomorrow. I finish my drink quickly and head back up to my apartment. Why was I angry earlier? Was it because she made a joke about her location, or was it because I was feeling jealousy of the possibility of her meeting with another man? I’m really starting to feel territorial, s**t.

I send her a text that said, “glad you’re having a good time, but next time just f*****g tell me where you are”. I put my phone on my bedside table and start to undress. I need a hot shower to clear my mind and ground myself. f**k, what I actually need is to have some outside time in the wilderness. To let my beast free. I turn the water to hot as usual and get in. I can’t seem to stop my mind from wondering off. As I wash my body, all I can imagine is her in here with me. Helping me wash my body. Me washing hers. I can almost feel her hands run against my chest sliding down to my precious area. I feel a sense of warm and notice I am getting hard at these thoughts. God, she has such a grasp on me, and she doesn’t even know it. I turn facing the water, letting it run down my face and body, trying to pull back from those thoughts. I start to feel cool now, good. I get out of the shower and dry off. I go back into my room and pick out a grey pair of cotton pajama pants. I put them on and climb into bed, the cold sheets are a nice relief against my topless body. I take the piece of mysterious paper and look it over once again. “ I know who you really are and why you’re here” I say those words over and over again. I am still puzzled to what kind of magic was used to cover the scent. I was familiar with many different types of magic, but I haven’t come across any that was able to eliminate someone’s personal smell. I inspect every inch of the paper. Nothing, a big fat nothing. There are no visible details of the paper, no scent, no specific feeling. It’s just a regular piece of paper with ink on it. I put the paper on my table, and scoot down further into bed. I pull the comforter up against my chin, letting my body relax. Now if I could only shut off my brain and get some sleep. Sleep is very important to me, as I have better control of wolf when I am well rested. As I lay there I can’t help to replay the bar scene in my head. There she was sitting at the table with someone I did not know. She was still in her outfit from school, so it must have been someone from one of her classes. Thinking that puts my mind at ease. She looked like she was having a good time as her smile was wide and genuine. Then, my mind goes back to the note. “I know why you’re here” How would anyone know? Only the pack members know what I decided to move here with Diacana. My sole purpose is to protect her, no matter what. She is a cherished member of our pack. Because she is human, we feel as a pack feel a stronger need to protect her. Yes, she’s 22, but she still needs to be watched. I remember being 22 and I made some pretty stupid choices. As my mind wonders from subject to subject, I finally am able to drift away into a deep sleep.

I’m startled awake by this noise. It’s distant, but it’s there. What time is it? 3:08am What the f**k is that noise? I angrily stumble out of bed trying to follow the noise. I make it to my front door and it gets louder. It’s a crunching noise, CRUNCH, CRUNCH. What the f**k. I’m leery about opening the door and I can’t see anything out the peep hole. Dammit here goes nothing. I swing the door open as hard as I could without letting it slam against the wall. NOTHING. I saw NOTHING. The noise is gone, but there is nothing here. I step out in the hallway and see nothing, but my hairs on my arm are standing straight up and I have a sense of something magical. Magic? At 3am? Someone or something is up to no good. I look up and notice the camera up in the corner of the hall. However, it misses my damn door. Of course it would. Just as I am about to go back into my room the stairs door opens and steps out a beautiful long haired woman. She is wearing a short red dress with the slightest sparkle to it. I love a woman in red. I smell, I smell woodland, fur, heat! Oh f**k is she a wolf? She is definitely some sort of wereanimal. She stops and blushes at me. s**t, I forgot I’m only wearing my pajama pants. “Wrong floor?” I ask, trying to make it less awkward. “No, my apartment is down the hall, they are servicing the elevator so I had to take the stairs.” She said. I catch myself looking down at her legs, they weren’t long, but goddamn they were beautiful. She was wearing black high heels that complimented her body very well. She tilts her head as she looks at me and asks “Can I ask you a question?” Of course, I say. “You have a unique scent about you, what kind of cologne do you wear?” I was completely taken aback by this question. I wasn’t wearing cologne. Hell I still smelled of soap. Did she just blow my cover? Could she tell I was a wolf? I need to answer carefully. “I have cedar bodywash.” I say. She responds with “I thought I recognized some wood scents in there” I worriedly chuckle. I asked if she needed help down to her apartment with the bags she was carrying. She said “I’d love have you escort me home anytime.” Oh f**k. I see where this going. I laughed and said ooohhhh k. I take a couple of bags off of her arm and gesture that I will follow her lead. Ha I laugh in my head, me following the lead. Yeah right. We walk about half down the hall and she stops at her apartment. She unlocks the door and steps in holding the door open for me. I know not to step a foot in there, if I do things will go very differently than what they currently are. I stop at the threshold and hold out her bags. “Here you are my lady” I jokingly say. She says “You wouldn’t want to come in and join me for a early morning glass of wine would you?” I laugh and say thank you but no thank you. She smiles an ornery at me. I feel my wolf creeping up and a tingle in my c**k. Yep it’s time to go. I say well I need to get back to bed, hope you enjoy the rest of your night. She looks at me oddly and says “Thanks, my name is Arithena by the way” I say “well, Arithena, it was my pleasure to meet you, maybe we can continue our introduction at a more approioate time of day” I laugh. I turn around and start to make my way down the hall back to my apartment as she yells “Wait, what’s your name?” Yelling, at 3:30am what a bad girl. I turn and quietly growl Lyell. I walk back into my room and lay back down. Now my mind won’t turn off and I’m feeling more sexually frustrated than before.