lips. A warm tingling sensation radiated from her mouth out to the rest of her body. Her soul took a few steps into deeper waters, and she felt more whole and complete than she could remember. All the sadness and separateness melted away, and she was home.
She stared at him, dazed and mesmerized, and he went over and got down on one knee, and laid his head on her knees, completely still. Elsa was numb and shocked, and looked down at his beautiful hair on the back of his head, feeling his face pressing her thighs. In all her burning anxiety, she needed to feel the softness of his face on her hears and the tenderness of his lips.
And he looked up at her, locking her gaze with his doe-like eyes. Her heart called out to him. From her soul flowed the protective, everlasting yearning over him, and she answered him with permanent loyalty. He was without a doubt a very nervous lover, trembling as if he'd never made love before, completely focused on her, but at the same time, painfully aware of his surroundings--the warmth of the fire by their bed, the soft rocking of its frame, the howling of the wolves in the forest, the soft and purring wind, and even all the stars in the sky, twinkling softly with harmonious permission. She could meet him only partway at this point. Once he knew that he lay quiet and calm, very calm. She placed her hand softly on his head. Peace.
CHAPTER 14
The nocturnal werewolf, his heart humming and leg muscles pounding the wet forest dirt, ran full force into the night. He could smell change in the air. He looked through the teal maze of the misty morning, the sun rising in the distance. There were neither birds in the sky nor beasts on the ground to chase through the forest, but a paranoid crack in the distance struck his interest. He bolted in the direction of the sound, knowing in his gut another twist of fate waited for him in the future, a fate which would reverse all the damage he had done to the ones he loved.
CHAPTER 15
If there was ever a time you could call yourself married without having actually gone to the wedding, Elsa only experienced it once, then and there, when she made love to the dark, mysterious, but-ultimately-good half of twin warlock brothers, named Theo. For the first time in her life, she felt whole. Her relationship with Theo was not something she had anticipated but when she was with him she felt that her life was going in the right direction and that maybe, just maybe, she would find true happiness in this life. He made her feel like she was the best version of herself she had ever been and no jealous brother could ever undo that, shifter or not.
The bedroom was quiet, save the soft, crisp crackle of the fireplace. A moose peered into the window of Theo's cabin, where he lay on his bed with his one eternal love. Elsa looked up at him.
“Are you a warlock?”
“I am. Does that bother you?”
“No, I guess not. But that means your brother is one too.”
“Yes, but I'm different from him. I'm not like him.”
“He's evil, right? My father used to tell me stories about the Forbidden Forest, but I never believed they were true. Is that where you come from?”
“Yes, all magical beings are created in the Forbidden Forest.” Elsa looked down hard at the floor, concentrating on something her father told her a long time ago. “What's wrong?”
“My father always told us never to go into the Forbidden Forest, because we would lose our sense of right and wrong and become corrupted. Were you ever a normal person, like me?” Theo didn't answer for a while. “Well?” Elsa asked. He looked at her, caressing her cheek.
“I was.”
“Your poor family. Are they still alive? They must miss you so much. You should go to your parents and tell them everything that has happened. Maybe they can help your brother, make him whole again.”
“Nothing will make my brother whole again.” Elsa sat up, frustrated, placing her hand on Theo's face so he would look
She stared at him, dazed and mesmerized, and he went over and got down on one knee, and laid his head on her knees, completely still. Elsa was numb and shocked, and looked down at his beautiful hair on the back of his head, feeling his face pressing her thighs. In all her burning anxiety, she needed to feel the softness of his face on her hears and the tenderness of his lips.
And he looked up at her, locking her gaze with his doe-like eyes. Her heart called out to him. From her soul flowed the protective, everlasting yearning over him, and she answered him with permanent loyalty. He was without a doubt a very nervous lover, trembling as if he'd never made love before, completely focused on her, but at the same time, painfully aware of his surroundings--the warmth of the fire by their bed, the soft rocking of its frame, the howling of the wolves in the forest, the soft and purring wind, and even all the stars in the sky, twinkling softly with harmonious permission. She could meet him only partway at this point. Once he knew that he lay quiet and calm, very calm. She placed her hand softly on his head. Peace.
CHAPTER 14
The nocturnal werewolf, his heart humming and leg muscles pounding the wet forest dirt, ran full force into the night. He could smell change in the air. He looked through the teal maze of the misty morning, the sun rising in the distance. There were neither birds in the sky nor beasts on the ground to chase through the forest, but a paranoid crack in the distance struck his interest. He bolted in the direction of the sound, knowing in his gut another twist of fate waited for him in the future, a fate which would reverse all the damage he had done to the ones he loved.
CHAPTER 15
If there was ever a time you could call yourself married without having actually gone to the wedding, Elsa only experienced it once, then and there, when she made love to the dark, mysterious, but-ultimately-good half of twin warlock brothers, named Theo. For the first time in her life, she felt whole. Her relationship with Theo was not something she had anticipated but when she was with him she felt that her life was going in the right direction and that maybe, just maybe, she would find true happiness in this life. He made her feel like she was the best version of herself she had ever been and no jealous brother could ever undo that, shifter or not.
The bedroom was quiet, save the soft, crisp crackle of the fireplace. A moose peered into the window of Theo's cabin, where he lay on his bed with his one eternal love. Elsa looked up at him.
“Are you a warlock?”
“I am. Does that bother you?”
“No, I guess not. But that means your brother is one too.”
“Yes, but I'm different from him. I'm not like him.”
“He's evil, right? My father used to tell me stories about the Forbidden Forest, but I never believed they were true. Is that where you come from?”
“Yes, all magical beings are created in the Forbidden Forest.” Elsa looked down hard at the floor, concentrating on something her father told her a long time ago. “What's wrong?”
“My father always told us never to go into the Forbidden Forest, because we would lose our sense of right and wrong and become corrupted. Were you ever a normal person, like me?” Theo didn't answer for a while. “Well?” Elsa asked. He looked at her, caressing her cheek.
“I was.”
“Your poor family. Are they still alive? They must miss you so much. You should go to your parents and tell them everything that has happened. Maybe they can help your brother, make him whole again.”
“Nothing will make my brother whole again.” Elsa sat up, frustrated, placing her hand on Theo's face so he would look
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