"YOU DON'T KNOW." The sound of his deep voice both made my heart race and stop at once. "I didn't think it was possible, but you actually don't know anything."
He took a step closer and let his hand hover over my cheek. Every nerve in my body sprung to life and tingled from his proximity. And all I could think about was... what thoughts? At that moment, everything was him.
"But you know what, Lyn? That's what makes you so different." With these words, his fingers finally brushed the side of my face, breaking some kind of spell within me. My whole body went overdrive and my senses began to overwhelm me.
"D-different?"
A ghost of a smile appeared on his face at the stutter in my tone.
"Exactly," he whispered. "Different. Unique; Special; Beautiful. And you don't even know why."
I couldn't look away. His silver eyes had me captive and I couldn't move until he released me.
"Why?" I murmured, barely daring to breath.
The smile on his face faded, as his fingertips traced my jaw. His eyes glossed over and I immediately sensed his grief.
"Because, Lyn," he began. "We were born for each other."
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Gray Valley
WerewolfWARNING This story hasn't been edited yet. My writing is not polished, but it will be rewritten after it is completed. NOTE This story has been marked mature for its language and depictions of violence but there is no sexual content. HIGHEST RANKING...
