Fairy Dust & Werewolf Lust

Chapter 2

Happy Birthday Everlee Green

Everlee

It’s been 5 years since I first left home. I miss my family, mother most of all. My mother, Isla, is also an ice fairy. We have so much in common, she used to say the Goddess Lyra blessed her with a daughter and a best friend, and the fact that she came on her birthday was just icing on the cake. I feel the same, I have the best mom ever. Today is our birthday, December 21st, the winter solstice, and I always miss mom more than usual on our birthday.

As I’m sitting behind the desk at work, daydreaming about the awesome birthday parties of my childhood, I’m interrupted,

“Hello?! I said I need to deposit this check into my account.” An angry, middle-aged woman is at my stall, demanding my attention.

“I’m so sorry, Ma’am. I can get that done for you right away. Just one moment.”

I smiled brightly, hoping to get through this day without being verbally accosted by a soccer mom. It is a regular occurrence. I quickly deposit the woman’s check.

“You’re all set Mrs. Smith. Have a nice day!”

I hand her a receipt and receive a curt nod in return. I shake my head as Mrs. Smith walks out the front door. I have to admit, this isn’t exactly the future I thought I was chasing when I left home. A part of me is starting to doubt my decision to leave. I’m no closer to finding the source of the pull, although at times it does feel less.

I watch as a young couple sits holding hands, waiting to open their joint bank account. I can’t help but smile. Such a stark contrast to Mrs. Smith and her crass nature. I wonder if even Mrs.Smith started out as a young girl, hopelessly in love, spreading smiles in public instead of cutting side eye at the “help”.

Humans are fascinating to me most of the time. Fairies are very kind creatures for the most part. Even the fairies that are considered mean spirited, don’t hold a candle to the human race, and their capacity for hate. It is still hard to come to terms with some things in the human world, and hatred is at the top of that list.

I had never heard of senseless murders, gangs or war before I left Fae territory. I remember the first time I watched the news in the human world and they talked about the number of murders in Miami having gone down the past year. I would have been shocked to hear about one murder, so seeing that it was a regular occurrence with humans, scared me at first.

Fairies didn’t commit murder, or have gangs, or wars. Or at least not that I have ever heard about. It gave me a cold chill just thinking about it. I shake my head, trying to push the thought to the back of my mind.

I hear the *whoosh* of the door and look up to greet the customer with a smile. I only have an hour left before my shift ends and the bank closes, then I can go home and wallow in loneliness and eat the cake I bought myself, red velvet, my mother’s favorite.

“Good afternoon sir…”

I pause, staring at the man in front of me as he walks toward the desk. I have never had any interest in human men, they were always throwing themselves at me, it was the fairy dust of course, they couldn’t see it, but it was like a drug to human men, and occasionally women, although I’m not sure exactly why some feel it’s affects and some don’t. I have never really cared because I know a human companion isn’t possible for me. Being intimate with a fairy would mean certain death for a human, and again, fairies aren’t big on murder. So I just smile and politely reject them.

So why am I so taken with this man? He must be the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid eyes on. I’m actually nervous as he approaches me. His broad shoulders fill out the navy suit jacket he’s wearing perfectly. His long dark hair is pulled back neatly into a hair tie at the base of his neck. His crisp white shirt hugs his muscular frame, and his collar is unbuttoned, exposing the edges of the tattoos on his chest. His beard is full yet perfectly maintained to highlight his sharp jawline. His eyes seem to find me immediately and I can feel their intensity in my soul. If I wasn’t so attracted to this mountain of a man, he would be almost scary.

Get it together Everlee! Speak to him!

I scold myself in my head. But when he gets to the desk, I freeze. For a couple seconds, I can’t make myself look up. My body feels strange. I can’t place it, but something feels familiar. I finally manage to look up from the desk and am met by the most striking green eyes I have ever seen.

We stand there, silently staring into each other’s eyes for what feels like forever. I inhale deeply, trying to work up the courage to speak, and I am overwhelmed by the scent of fresh rain on a summer day. My stomach feels like a million fairies are fluttering around in there, and then realization hits me, the pull I’ve felt my whole life, is gone. I feel warm, content, and safe, like I’m home. It’s odd that he hasn’t yet spoken either, but I wish he would, because I am sure I can’t break the deafening silence between us.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and forcing his massive chest to rise and fall dramatically. He is obviously in very good shape, I have never seen a human so large. is he even human? What else could he be?

Suddenly I feel the most glorious tingle on my hand. I glance down and realized he has gently grabbed my hand, and everywhere his skin touches mine, lights up like fireworks, and I don’t want it to stop. He places my hand on his chest, just over his heart, and then reaches over with his other hand and cups my face in it.

“Mate.”

He says it so low, it sounds more like growl than a word.

I’m stunned.

What did he say? What is happening? Who is this guy? Why is my body reacting to this stranger like this? What is that glorious smell?

My mind is racing with questions, but I still can’t bring myself to speak.

He glances down at my gold name badge.

”Everlee?”

He asks, his voice soft, but deep and gravely, and oh so sexy. I nod my head slowly, not wanting to look away from his emerald eyes.

“Will you come with me? I need to speak with you. Im sure you have many questions for me as well.”

He smiles. His smile makes those fairies in my stomach do cartwheels. I blush hard, surely my face is as red as my work polo.

I nod again. I don’t know why, but I’m pretty sure I will do just about anything this man asks of me.

I bend down to grab my purse from the drawer under the desk, breaking contact with his touch. I instantly feel a wave of sadness wash over me. I hurry around the desk and grab his outstretched hand, glad to feel the tiny sparks of his touch return.

Outside there is a car waiting for us with a man, also large, but not as big as my handsome escort, holding open the door to the backseat. He helps me in and follows without ever removing his hand from mine. He closes the door.

“Home.”

The same man that held the door, pulls the car into traffic.

He turns toward me and gazes into my pale blue eyes.

“I’m Lennox” he says, almost shyly.

His smile reaches his eyes and I feel like I could melt.

“And I’m your mate.”