What ever the hell was going on here went against everything about me. So it had to be wrong, right? But it certainly didn't feel that way. I was a solitary creature, even when in a pack I preferred to be alone. Maybe it was because of how my siblings had pushed me away, hated that I was far smaller than them and could not play or fight next to them. I was left to play by myself, growing apart from others. My stars were truly cruel to have made me this way: the lonely runt of the litter. Even now that my family was gone, even now in Moladion, I was looked down upon for my size. But now it was different, now I had a fire inside of me. I had joined Iromar in the hopes to becoming their shaman. I didn't want to be looked down upon anymore. I wouldn't let any stop me from proving myself to the demon's of Iromar that I could belong here. Not some weird feeling, not some weird wolf.

I was anything but a stupid wolf, unlike what my brother would have you believe. While my family was gifted in size, I was gifted in brains; A David to their Goliath. But this strange feeling, no matter how hard I thought about it, I could not comprehend what it meant. It had to be magic. It made no sense, no matter how many ways I looked at it. Yes, it did frustrate me some, but I never lashed out in my frustration. Quite the opposite, it drove me to want to solve the puzzle. But each piece I picked up never seemed to fit the whole picture, and I was forced to start over again. That was one reason why I had been seeking out this male; he was a piece of the puzzle I had yet to explore.

My silver eyes scanned up and down his familiar form; a form that had haunted my dreams and thoughts. He had deep red eyes and a deep red mane that perfectly highlighted his pitch black coat. He was, the epitome of what demons were supposed to look like. I watched as he continued forward and I knew he would not stop. My words made him flick his ears, brushing them away. That made my eyes narrow slightly. I may not be someone to him, but I at least deserved enough respect to be listened to; he had sought me out after all and even asked me a question. While I kept a weary gaze on him, I allowed him to come and push himself against me. I had to brace myself slightly because of his bulk and the force he used while he circled me. He pushed against me with a force that seemed like he was trying to wipe something on me. Did demons really hate the color white so much it would drive him to try such frivolous attempts?

The touch sent electricity shooting up my body, making me hold back a shiver that threatened to steal its way through me. His touch was an addiction, and I craved more. I quickly pushed down this weird feeling though. How did this male draw such a strange desire from me? Whatever I felt was quickly gone when I heard his huff of disappointment. I arched my brow questioningly. Did this boy seriously expect some of his black to cover my white? Was I that unappealing that he really hoped it would work? The only thing he'd managed to accomplish with that little show was making me feel even more odd and wiping his scent all over me, not that I necessarily minded all that much. He kept close to me, even though he had finished his senseless circling. I could feel the heat coming off of him, I could hear him breathing. Everything about him in this situation was very alluring.

"Wolf, maybe. Witch? Only witches can cast spells." Did he seriously just accuse me of being a witch and casting a spell over him? I bit back laughter that surely would have pissed him off even more than he seemed. I could not hide the amusement that swam through my eyes however. His bloody gaze suddenly snapped from me to the mists surrounding us. My brow arched curiously and turned, following his gaze. What on earth was he searching for? There was nothing there to look at. But whatever it was, it made his hackles rise.

No sooner had they risen did they fall once more and his gaze returned to me. "Give me the cure." He demanded, baring down on me. Normally i'd have submitted to the pure dominance he bore down on me with, but not today. Today I felt empowered. Maybe it was that same magic , but whatever the case, I held my ground. My silver gaze stayed locked with his, I had to look up slightly because of the height difference. "I assure you, if I were a witch as you claim, I would not use my magic to cast a spell on you. Doesn't that seem a little bit wasteful?" I certainly had no idea where all this fire was coming from, but it felt natural. "If there were a cure, i'd have used it on myself first," I said, hoping that maybe this would clue him in on the fact that I was going through the exact same strange effects as well. That I had done nothing to him. But I also proved that this feeling was not just in his head, that there was something there, be it magic or not.

"I don't understand it at all. You shouldn't make me feel this way, it doesn't make any sense," I mumbled, dropping my gaze and racking my brain to try and figure out what was going on. I was getting no where. He was a demon, a cold hearted creature as others saw them. He clearly hated everything about me. Why did I care? Why did the idea of him make me feel this way?

❤ THANKS SKYE