Blue eyed angel

Do you believe in werewolves?- part II

~~Aurora’s POV~~

Zeke called, saying he needs to see me and had something we needed to talk about. Just hearing his voice gives me butterflies. I wonder what he wants to talk about, but my worry gets pushed aside and replaced with excitement at the thought of being able to see him again.

He wanted me to come to him this time and gave me a location to find it. As I walked down the path, I came to an absolutely beautiful clearing with a mesmerizing stream running through it. I stood there for a moment staring at the beauty and then I smile formed across my face as I noticed a picnic blanket set up and on it was Zeke watching me.

I couldn’t believe he had done all this for me. “ it is so amazing here, and a picnic, what a good idea! I’m starving!” I say as I start to skip over to where Zeke is sitting. He chuckles and his eyes darken with lust and love for me. I have not felt beautiful in a very long time, but the way he looks at me changes all that. I feel so beautiful, no matter what I am wearing or what I am doing. Having him look at me the way he does and the fact that I have not seen him look at any other woman even close to that way makes me feel like a beautiful queen.

We ate so much, everything was so delicious. I just sat there taking in the breath taking scenery and then my eyes fell on Zeke who was just watching me. He leaned in to kiss me, oh Moon Goddess, I love they way his lips feel on mine. I could kiss him for all eternity. I answered his kiss with a little more passion than I had planned on, practically climbing in his lap. It didn’t even feel like I had control of my own body, more like I was sitting in the passenger seat watching from afar. I see Zeke open his eyes and look into mine, his look falters for only a second. Then he leans back into kissing me all over again. What did he see when he looked into my eyes?

Suddenly he cut into my thoughts with a random question, “ do you believe in werewolves?” He asks studying my face. I couldn’t help myself as I rolled my eyes at him “ no, werewolves don’t really exist.” Why are we even talking about this? I think as I look at his pained expression. He then started to tell me how the do indeed exist, he was one and went on to tell me their history and some of their customs.

My head was spinning, he can’t be serious? Werewolves, like real live werewolves exist? I tried to listen to everything he was saying. Part of me was scared and thinking of running, while the other half of me was intrigued. As I listened to him I couldn’t help but wonder if these were the answers to all the weird things that have been going on with my own body. Was I a werewolf? The wolf that I see when I am afraid is that my wolf? Or is it his wolf, already connected to me and wanting to protect me.

He answered my question as he went behind a tree and reappeared as a wolf. This one was much different than the one I see in my mind. He was beautiful, humongous and you could sense the powerful Aura rolling off him. His fur was a shiny, silver grey and he had the cutest black mask spreading across his eyes and snout. His eyes were the brightest blue I had ever seen. As he stood in front of me on all fours, he still towered above me making him well over 6’ tall.

He nudged me gently with his snout, letting out a small whimper. How could I be afraid of this magnificent creature? I started to pet him on his head. I felt as if I had moved over to the passenger seat again and watched as we stood with our foreheads touching. He then became very playful nudging me again then running away as if he was waiting for something. A sadness came over me for just a moment and the wolf seemed to understand. He put his head down and went behind the tree to reappear as Zeke.

Zeke walked up to me, raising my chin up and leaned down to kiss me. He told me not to be afraid of him and I wasn’t, I should have been but I wasn’t. He told his wolf’s name was Castiel and he was so happy to be able to meet me and my wolf. He said it so nonchalantly I almost didn’t catch it. I looked up at him and said “you can see her, you know she is there?” He smiled and said “ so you do know you have a wolf?”

I told him when I was younger how she would appear to me when I was scared or stressed. Then as I got older she didn’t appear as much. I started seeing her again more when my relationship with the Devil took a turn for the worst. It wasn’t always bad, in the beginning he was charming and nice.

Then little by little his mask would slip off and the real monster would show. The realization of my situation hadn’t hit me til one night he was accusing me of cheating him ( as he always did) he slammed me against the wall, his hand grasping tightly onto my neck. His eyes seemed to be small, beady and black as the night as he put his face right to mine and told me that I better start knowing my place. I pushed him off me and tried to walk away but he grabbed me and threw me on the bed climbing on top of me and for the first time I feared for my life.

That was the first time I ever felt my self take the passenger seat and I watched from afar as something else controlled my body, jamming my thumbs into his eyes to get him off me. When I gained back control he was calling me crazy and said he was just playing around with me, why did I have to give him a black eye? I didn’t know what to think about everything. After that he was never able to fully put his “mask” back on. I saw him for what he really was, but now I had two children with him and my family had slowly stopped coming around, my friends had disappeared too. I felt so trapped, defeated.

My wolf came to me in my dreams, trying to console me until there was nothing left try to hold together. I was a shell of a person. But some how she stayed with me, I know she must have been the one who gave me the strength to pick myself back up and leave him. Thank you my beautiful wolf, thank you. Know I know who I really am, who “we” really are and everything makes so much sense.