I don't know how long I lie there in the snowy grass, reliving old memories of what was and what could have been. I close my eyes, wanting to see her face like I do every time and it's become so strong that I am convinced I can even catch a whiff of her innocent perfume. I inhale deep, drinking in that scent like it gives me life, better even than blood. My body must be starving so much for her that it has recreated that smell just for me and I wouldn't have it any other way. It's enough to make me never want to open my eyes again. But then it just gets worse. I hear her sweet sweet voice calling my name, almost a whisper. I would have believed it to be yet another strong illusion of my mind if not for the way in which my name was said. Not affectionate and loving as I once knew but hesitant, almost apprehensive. Immediately my eyes snap open from their reverie, drinking in her snowy figure like it's the first time all over again.
I blink a few times, overwhelmed, trying to understand. She's here. She's really here. My icy blues burn into her flesh, wanting to memorize her as if its the last time I'll ever see her. She continues to watch me and I wait for her to say more, anything to let me know this isn't just another illusion but she's silent, watching me now. I am frozen, lost, unsure of what to do next. A part of me wants to demand answers, why she was gone when I came back for her, why she didn't stay put. Another part of me just wants to know that she's okay. And yet another part of me just wants to push myself up against her and never leave her side ever again. A part of me was lost back when my maker chose death over life. He made me all that I am and now he's gone and I'll never get that back again. On top of that, I had lost my mate though, the first wolf I've ever actually had feelings for other than just lust or hunger. And now to see her whole and alive in front of me but watching me like I'm a feral creature, something to be wary of, it tears me in two. Why is she looking at me like that?
I blink a few more times and finally a little logic enters my icy blues. I shake my head as if to clear the fog from my mind and stare at her for a full minute before speaking.
"Rose....you're here."
Not the most charming of greetings. I slowly get to my feet, watching her reaction. If she recoils from me when I approach, I stop immediately and freeze once more. If she holds her ground, I'll walk up to her and reach out to gently touch my nose to her shoulder. This way I can breathe in her perfect scent all the better. I want to wrap myself around her but the vibes she's putting off are those of distrust and caution. She's not in an affectionate mood. I frown a little.
"You weren't there when I came back."
It's said almost with a scolding tone. Why couldn't she just wait for me?
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so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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