Return Of My Wolf

Chapter Six

My head is spinning with thoughts after hearing all that Destiny told me. But my mind keeps going back to one, Storm is alive. My Storm, my best friend, is alive after all this time.

I always thought he ran away, just left one night. It broke my heart when I woke up in the morning and he wasn't there. We searched for hours, everywhere we could think of with no luck. I made posters and stuck them all over the place. I cried myself to sleep every night for months.

Without thinking, I get up and take off towards the kitchen, hoping Asher is still there. My heart sinks as I come to a halt up against the island, he's not there and I have no idea where he could be.

I leave the kitchen and start hurrying around the downstairs shouting his name as I go. There's people about, I dknt know who they are, but they stare at me as I pass them, giving me almost disapproving looks of disgust. I ignore them and swallow the lump thats forming in my throat as I continue searching.

I round a corner and bump into something hard, instantly falling in my backside. Great, another bruise, I think to myself as I stand up and dust myself off. A hand grabs my arm, causing me to look at the face of the owner, its Chad. A small smile on my face, whilst his is full of amusement. "Do you ever not fall down, buttercup?" He questions with an eyebrow raised in a mocking way.

I rub my hands together, "have you seen Asher?" I ask breathlessly. In response, Chad points, I follow his finger to see a door. Its a fairly large wooden door, with what seems to be covered in some type of carvings, but I can't tell from this distance. I mutter a quick thank you without glancing back to Chad and start walking in the direction of the door. The nerves begin to set in the closer I get. Standing in front of the door, I can clearly see the carvings. They are a beautiful pattern of swirls and dots. I hold out a hand and trace them with my fingertips, they are smooth to touch and the flowing nature of the curves puts a small smile on my face.

Just as I'm about to trace another part of the pattern, the door swings open and reveals Asher standing there with a confused look on his face. I mean my hand is currently mid air, fingertips close to his face as though I'm about to stroke him. I'm frozen in spot, looking at his handsome face and into his stunning blue eyes that swirl with a mixture of emotions. None that I can make out, there's too many, like he's having an internal battle with himself.

I could look at him all day, get lost in those eyes that captivate me, hold me in a trance. I feel goosebumps creep over my skin, shivers through my body as the warmth of his hand touches mine and pushes it back to my side. I look down, slightly embarrassed at being caught staring. I don't know what came over me. I've never been affected by a guy like this before.

"Can I help you?" He speaks in a calm tone, making me remember why I was looking for him in the first place.

Looking at him, I try to slow my racing heartbest, I can feel my palms getting sweaty. I dont know how he's going to react, but I need to know. "Show me."

"Show you?" Confusion clear in his voice.

"Yeah. Show me Storm," I state quite confidently. He just looks at me, a touch of shock on his face but he soon hides it and recognition takes over. He doesn't say anything for a minute or so and its starting to get a little awkward, so I place my hands on my hips, getting impatient, "Show me, my Storm. I know you know what I'm on about. I want to see my best friend, I need to see him. I need to see it for myself, to believe".

He tilts his head to the side, his eyes glaze over, as though he's talking to someone, before he simply says, "okay".

He grabs my hand, closes the door behind him and drags me through the house. The tingles I feel from the warmth of his hand shoot up my arm and throughout my body, my heart races, my stomach starts doing mini somersaults, but in a good way. I'm not nervous, I'm not scared, I'm surprisingly relaxed, given everything that has happened the past three days.

We exit through a pair of French doors and into a vast expanse of green, the garden I'm assuming. Its surrounded by evergreen trees that looks like they lead into the woods. There's a large pool to the right hand side, I just want to jump in it. A decked seating area is to the left and almost as big as the pool itself, with a hole in the ground, for a fire pit I'm guessing. How amazing it must be to relax on a summers evening by the fire with family and friends. I let out a sad sigh at the thought.

Next thing I know, a warm thumb grazing across my cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen. I hadn't even realised I was in my own world. I looked into those eyes and a hint of sorrow is visible. He lets go of my hand and I miss his warmth and the comfort his hand gives me immediately.

Asher walks to the centre of the grass and raises an eyebrow, before starting to take his clothes off. I shield my eyes with my hand, and turn around. "What are you doing?" I yell with shock in my voice. My cheeks heat up from the blush thats forming. Its not that I haven't seen a man naked before, I have, but not one quite so amazingly handsome. A chuckle from behind me tells me he's enjoying this.

Its quiet for a moment, so I turn around thinking its safe. I'm wrong. There Asher stands, in all his glory with a smirk on his face. My mouth drops as a squeak leaves my throat, my eyes trails his body and all I'm able to think is oh my, what a man.

He chuckles again, louder this time at my reaction, "If you've finished checking me out, I will start to shift". My cheeks redden even more and I feel embarrassed beyond embarrassed. All I can do is weakly nod my head in understanding.

He winks at me before beginning to shift. The sound of the bones cracking is immense. Not quiet like you would think, but loud as though its happening right next to my ear. I flinch with every c***k, yet I'm unable to look away. Its mesmerising to watch such a transformation happen, something that I thought only existed in fairy tales.

With one final c***k, in front of me stands a dark grey wolf, and I recognise him as the wolf from the cliff. The one that saved me. The one that felt familiar. The one I almost touched. He is beautiful and majestic, a sense of relief washes over me.

I remove my locket from my neck, open it and gaze at the photo it holds, and a smile appears on my face. Its a photo of Storm and I just before he disappeared. I look back up at the wolf in front of me and I know instantly.

Its Storm.

Tears silently roll down my face as I near him. He stands there and watches my every move. I kneel down before him and show him the open locket in my hand. He looks at it and sorrow flashes through his eyes.

"Storm," I choke out as the word gets stuck in my throat. He looks back up at me, before slowly placing his head on my shoulder. I place my arms around his neck and hug him tight, my tears come out harder and I begin sobbing into his neck. The warmth and softness of his fur comforts me, yet I can't stop crying. I never thought I'd see him again and I don't want this moment to ever end.