Ayla
Five days. That is how long I have been trapped in wolf form. Five freaking days. My wolf and I going in circles in regard to what is best for each other. Most of the time, she pushes me out, completely ignoring me. Every day we wake up to Thane sleeping against our bedroom wall. I am sure he is up most of the night watching us. He spends a lot of his time talking to Aramana. Sharing stories of his family, his pack, and apologizing. He will even talk to me through her. F have heard his words for five days and I must confess that I am starting to believe him. I can’t say that I necessarily trust him, but I hear the pain in his voice, and I have seen his tear through my wolf’s eyes when he is talking about me rejecting him. don’t know how I truly feel though, since I am still trapped inside my wolf aka the bag of fur keeping me for ransom.
Thane leads us out to the forest every day and stands guard while we do our business, and he eats meals with us every day. Aramana must certainly trust him despite knowing my broken heart, because he can now pet her fur and scratch behind her ears without her trying to bite his hand off. I think she almost accomplished biting it off on day 3. Day three was bad. She got into Thane’s room through the adjoining door and one sniff of his bed was all it took for her to unleash her fury. The amount of stuffing inside of a mattress is comical. So was seeing Thane’s face when he discovered that we don’t like the smell of other shifters in his bed. I actually quite enjoyed her destroying the whole thing. I am not so sure I would have the guts to do it myself. I also have much more of a tolerance for Cyrus and his stories than she does. When he rattles crazy stories off, she just leaves the room and leaves him hanging. I happen to enjoy hearing about his wild life. Life. Something I never had but could. If I allowed it. If I could move past it all.
So here it is, the end of day five and I have finally convinced Aramana to let me out. I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t afraid. I am terrified of seeing Thane again. My fated mate. I don’t know what to say or where to begin, but she allowed me out. I just had to agree to her terms. I am sitting at the foot of my bed. Quietly contemplating all of my words and going over all of my thoughts when all I want to do is curl up in a bawl under my bed and cry. Actually, that sounds like a great, but I know if I attempt it, my wolf will have a coronary and I will be trapped back in her again.
I carefully braid my hair over my shoulder and sit waiting in my pajamas. It felt amazing to be here and wear soft fleece when I wa rescued, now it feels amazing against my skin for a different reason. nervously wait, knowing Thane will be in soon, like he usual is at this time to spend time with us. He has only left for a few hours a day and I feel bad for all the extra work Cyrus has picked but I heard him tell us that we can make it up to him by not controlling his brain or whatever crazy fear he was talking about.
“Little wolf.” That deep voice a soft, desperate whisper. It coats my skin like the finest silk, and I break out in goosebumps. I look at him and take in his features. His deep green eyes are beautiful, but tired with a look of fear behind them. He takes a step into 1 room slowly. The bond pulling us to one another, the ache present in our chest demanding our attention. His eyes rake over me, I he can’t believe I am really in front of him, and I can’t either, truthfully. I look at him, fearful as well, but I can’t bring myself to speak first.
