Bound by the Moon

Erik~10

I hadn’t been in any mood to go over to the warehouse the previous evening most especially as I didn’t want my sour mood to contaminate the others.

By the time I returned from the kitchen with a bottle of vodka in hand, Elena was fast asleep on my couch.

She looked so adorable, it made me feel a little better out the gloom day.

I sat on the floor next to the couch she slept off on, in case she woke up and needed something or needed help getting home.

Unfortunately, I drifted off right next to her, my head cushioned by the small space her body had left on the chair.

~

“Yesterday didn’t go anywhere near what was planned. I avoided holding your gaze or having any conversation not because of the rage that filled me but because of the long scowl I had on, to avoid discouraging you.”

I listened to Elena go on and on about how we couldn’t have expected to win our fight in one day adn we needed to forge ahead stronger.

Honestly, I had tuned off entirely from the conversation and I didn’t see why she still bothered herself so much.

We were yet to address her sleeping off here and still going on comfortably like it was a usual thing between us.

I couldn’t deny that I liked it - that she felt safe here but it didn’t change the fact we were on a mission that appeared dead on arrival.

So, what was the point?

“I think we should give it a break. At least for today

“What!? No way! Don’t appear so gloom,” she flew up as she yanked the cup out of my hand and prevented me from falling into my couch.

“We have so much more to do today.”

“What?”

“Yes. I want to take you somewhere.” She asserted. “But, uhm,” she scratched her head. “Do you mistakenly have female clothes laying around that I could lend?”

I nearly burst out laughing. She didn’t just ask me that.

How could anyone ever think the clothes of the opposite s*x lay around in someone’s house just because.

Thinking about it, it sounded plausible but on further perception, it rubbed me off in some kind of way.

I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”

“Fine, we’ll stop on the way and pick up clothes from my house.”

“I mean, I have something I could offer but they’re mine, not that of any female. They’re new, you could style them to look feminine. And you could..."

“It’s okay. You’re rapping now. I’ll take that, thanks.”

Had I really just been rambling?

~

“Hey everyone, this is Erik. Erik, this is Sophie, Jamie, Watson, and Liz.”

I waved at all the new faces that turned to me unsure of what to say or what I was doing there.

Elena had done very little and use md her words sparingly, the entire journey here. I had practically coerced out the fact we were headed to her office from her and she wasn’t willing to share any more insight as to the purpose.

There was no need picking a fight so I allowed the matter to rest.

All I had expected was for Elena to know I couldn’t trust her as much because of the active hunt down of werewolves. For all I knew, she could have put of the facade for me the previous day only to lead me to my untimely end today. But I kept mute.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before now. I was scared you wouldn’t be so receptive of my plan involving all this people even before you get to meet them and talk with them most especially.”

I nod.

What else could I possibly do? I had been trapped already.

“Don’t be like that,” Elena whined and my head snapped in her direction instantly.

She hadn’t made that statement to me but directly to my wolf as it was on alert.

Your body wants it, your wolf wants her. Erik, catch up.

I shrugged my head and grabbed a seat to sink into. I needed to be careful. I was risking too much as it was already.

“I’m all ears,” I rasped breathlessly.

Elena squealed excitedly and proceeded to narrate the ordeal of the previous day. Her coworker offered side comments and pitched it at different moments but I sat silent, still caressing my wolf.

“Okay, I have a plan. While you were out, I conducted an anonymous poll and infiltrated communities of humans that supported werewolf rights. In short, I found an audience willing and able to join our fight and engage in a protest against these laws.”

“Oh my god! No way!”

“Yes way! And the numbers are good, El. They’re good! The world is smiling on our fight.”

I looked around to all of them. Their excitement surpassed mine and I wanted to know why.

While the thought of what they were about to embark on startled me, they seemed energized to keep going.

They continued to draft out more ideas together, lay out plans and asked me to offer my input. Sincerely, I was lost for words with how emphatic they were to the cause.

After an entire day of rigorous planning, and making lists of what would be needed, we agreed to set our plan in motion a week later.

Yes, we. The plans were looking good and I couldn’t help but pitch in were I had better knowledge on how it should go or safety measures needed.

At the close of the work day, Elena and I leave her office and I’m even more energized than before.

I was in all the right moods - anticipative, optimistic and excited.

I wanted to run to the warehouse and tell the others Elena had given us hope. We had a fighting chance and we weren’t alone.

The thought of setting in motion an action that would bring change to the social dynamics of our nation brought a brilliance and radiance to her aura and it enraptured me.

I found myself dazed my her passion and I couldn’t help but admire all the good things I was seeing she stood for.

She was captivating. There was no denying that.

For the first time since I agreed to join forces with her outside that tunnel, I felt a form of assurance.

But is change really possible?