Roadkill

Chapter 6- Dance Class

I had never seen a woman so beautiful in all my years. She had long black shiny braided hair that stopped just above her waist with cowries and gold jewelry twinkling in it, flawless ebony skin, full lips, and soft kind eyes. Ordinary travel clothes that looked especially well-fitting on her figure. When she waved that stick at me, I didn’t blame her, a healthy dose of stranger danger was to be expected, but I knew very well that she wouldn’t actually use it, also it was funny as heck. Such a pretty little thing trying in vain to look menacing. Everything about her, I longed to touch, to hold. Eyes so dark, you couldn’t tell where her pupils stopped, and her iris began, the most adorable button nose and pouty lips, the birthmark above her left eyebrow. The soft skin of her hand was on mine as she tried to concentrate on her driving.

She was the perfect size too; a very attractive body, curvy waist, and long legs. She looked like a dream, and I knew at that moment of madness when I first saw her that I wanted her, that I would take whatever she had to give and I would be content. When she spoke, it was never at length, her voice was soft, her tone decisive. She was direct, honest and seemed to take a practical approach to most things, like she was constantly making plans in her head like how this and that must be carried out.

She was also getting a divorce. Fantastic. The jealous, possessive wolf in me complained about that, of course, with deep, threatening growling, but I was honestly just happy to be there for the ride.

I was free of my old pack since they had essentially kicked me out of my ass and banished me to whatever place that was. It was a far cry from where I used to live. They had my father and Griffith to run things now, they didn’t need me. While being ripped to pieces wasn’t the most fun experience, I couldn’t help but feel that a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I would never again have to seek my father’s validation, face the hatred and hostility from my older brother and his lackeys, or carry out the endless duties and responsibilities that come with being an Alpha’s son. Now I could do whatever I wanted, as soon as I figured out what that was.

The radio sparked back to life suddenly, playing jarring pop music. Diane switched it over to another station, then another, then another, before finally settling on a jazz station.

“Are you trying to suggest something about your choice of music, Diane?” I asked her, taking advantage of the situation to listen to her talk some more. I wanted her to look at me with those pretty eyes, and nothing else.

She laughed, and it sounded exactly how I imagined it would sound, high and lilted and breathy in a way.

“I’m not suggesting anything, I just really like jazz music. I grew up on saxophones and pianos. I’m sure I still remember how to play some tunes from when I was a kid.”

“Dance and music?” I asked her, “What can’t you do?”

“I can’t wrap my head around werewolves, or that supernatural creatures exist apparently, or that those injuries didn’t kill you.”

“You will eventually.”

She looked at me for a moment, then back at the road. She turned right. I was going to get this girl interested in me. She was clearly attracted to me. I could tell that from the way she struggled to make eye contact and the incident outside the car when she bit her lip unconsciously. I would make her trust me, want me, follow me. I just needed more time.

It was beginning to get dark. The skies were turning a dark blue and stars slowly revealed themselves. It looked like tonight would be moonless. Too bad, the moon’s power would definitely have helped with my healing process.

The pain was barely even receding because of the Wolfsbane Griffith used. Luckily, it was the first time my body could fight after a few days. It hurt like a b***h, even in places I couldn’t see, and my body was essentially one giant bruise. I knew I would get through this, I just got through all the other abuse and injuries meted out to me by my wonderful, loving family. By now the wounds should have really started to heal, to scab over and mend them. Instead, it was open and raw.

I took a deep breath. Dusk was falling, and we both needed to find a place to spend the night.