My White Wolf - Completed (18+)

Chapter 2: A Midnight Stakeout

Victor P.O.V:

I lay in bed that night and dreamed. I dreamt of her. I dreamt of her white coat dancing in front of my eyes as we ran together through the woods. I dreamt of us hunting together, playing together. I tried to imagine what she would look like in human form; how beautiful she would be. I could still feel her close by, calm, peaceful. But I could also sense her confusion at where I was; was she looking for me?

I got up out of my queen size bed and headed to one of the large floor to ceiling glass doors that were each side of my bed. I flung them open and let the cool air dance through my white curtains as if they were smoke in the wind. I walked out and leant on the balcony walls and looked to the forest. The cool air slowly crawled over my torso, as my low hanging pyjama bottoms sat on my hips. I sighed in frustration. How was I going to be able to sit by and get on with day to day life knowing she was out there, just out of reach? I didn’t want to scare her by having my pack try to find her. I knew she could sense my impatience, my anguish. She knew I was craving her.

I left the balcony and returned to my bedroom. My bare feet slapped against the tiled floors as I paced around my room. It was so light in here, with white panelled walls, a large oak four-poster bed, draped in more light flowing white fabric. Everything seemed to float as the wind pushed its way into my room. I could feel my unrest, and knew I would not be sleeping tonight. I went out of my room and made my way to my study at the end of the corridor; I might as well use this insomnia to do some work!

After a few hours of swimming in paperwork, I could finally feel the presence of fatigue crawling into my eyelids. I hung my head low as I skulked back to my room. As I entered, I caught the smell of freshly cut grass and spring flowers; my memories of her slowly turning me insane. As I looked up towards my open balcony doors, I saw a figure. A silhouette of a woman stood behind the curtains, the moonlight gracing me with her shape. I stood there, mesmerised, and slightly confused. How the hell was this person in my residence?

I took a few steps forward, trying not to make her flinch. That’s when I heard her speak.

“What is your name?”

Her voice was as beautiful and as captivating as a siren's song. I closed my eyes, imprinting it on my mind. I slowly responded.

“My name is Victor. What is yours?”

I smiled as she finally put a name to my fantasies.

“My name is Elizabeth.”

Elisabeth P.O.V:

Who was this wolf? I needed to know. I had never wanted to feel this way about anyone. Not if I were to place someone in danger. Loving me would be perilous. A white wolf; the bloodline of the first; hunted for knowledge, for breeding, for owning. So many of my ancestors had lost their mate because of who they were; I didn’t ever want to put another wolf in that position - but now, it’s a situation I seem to have found myself in.

I knew he lived close, his scent was everywhere. I knew I shouldn’t, but I tracked him and his scent through his territory, careful not to be spotted by his enforcers. I sat within the treeline of his packhouse, hiding from the patrols. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sit here for too long; my smell would be picked up soon enough, but I had to find him; I had to see him! As the patrol started to dissipate, I skulked around the perimeter of the house. I could smell him everywhere; oak and lavender filled my nose. As I searched, I noticed an open balcony window towards the back of the large house. I could see a route to climb, but I would have to shift into my human form. With no clothes to hand, I knew that if anyone saw me, they’d get an eyeful! I didn’t care, I just had to see him! I knelt and cracked back into my human form, muffling my screams behind my cupped hand. After the pain stopped, I started the climb using the nearby trellis, until I found myself standing in front of the double doors. I took a deep breath; he was here, and recently! Was this his room? I crept forward, mindful not to make any noise, when I heard the door inside the room open. I stood there as I watched a man appear before me. It was him, the smell making my senses come alive. He stood there staring in my direction. I knew he could see me.

“What is your name?”

He closed his eyes and I could see his shoulders relax as he opened them again.

“My name is Victor. What is yours?”

I smiled and warily answered.

“My name is Elizabeth.”