The Blue-eyed Wolf In The Woods novel Chapter 13

"INSANE WOMAN IN LOVE WITH WOLF, CLAIMS HE UNDERSTANDS HER."

Wait, did I just admit what I think I did? No...

No. That was just the alcohol talking...

Right?

Anyway, I wanted to avoid those headlines probably just as much as he wanted to avoid being shot by some crazy person thinking I was being mauled by a wolf.

When he got to the edge of my property, he went around to the side door where I always entered.

He lowerd his body down so I could get off easier.

"Thank you. Thanks for not listening to me when I said to stay away. And thank you for every other night, not just this one. But for the past 3000 or so. 10 years is a long time, Wolf. I don't know how it feels for a wolf, but I know how it feels for a human girl. Thank you for always being there. Every night. God, I don't know what I would have done without you, or what I will do if you ever leave." I rushed out, tears stinging my eyes as I finally admitted out loud how important my wolf was to me.

He whined, like he was trying to tell me something. I wrapped my hands around his thick neck and stayed there for a moment.

I inhaled his sappy pine flavored scent, something I so rarely got to do, savoring every bit of the crispy winter aroma that he produced, so I would never forget it.

When I pulled away I looked into his ice blue colored eyes. They were perfect, he was perfect. He was home to me.

My heart started to race for unexplainable reasons, so instead of continuing my moment with my wolf I darted into my house, leaving him in the darkess of the cold winter night.

I bounded into my house, storming up the stairs and into my room as quickly as possible.

I stripped out of this terribly uncomfortable dress and sky high high heels throwing on a pair of my flannel pajama bottoms and my favorite warm and bulky NY Yankees sweatshirt.

Ahhh. There, that's better... More comfotable.

I flopped down on my bed and my mind reeled with the events that had taken place over the last 5 hours.

Still not being able to believe Dom had actually touched me so pervertedly and tried to dance with me like that.

Scumbag.

Then my mind wanered to my wolf.

I still hadn't gotten over the incident that happened in my backyard, with the rest of his pack.

And I yelled at him! My poor wolf. But then he followed me. And brought me home when I needed him,

I still didn't fully understand. After 10 years, and I still didn't understand our connection. It just made no sense.

The balony wasn't really finished. It was really like a big ledge off the side of our house. My mom always went on about how she wanted to put a railing around it and put nice furniture out here, but we never got around to it.

It didn't bother me, I just used whatever I found to sit on or lay on.

So I took the beat chair and an old blanket and went out onto the ledge.

As I slept a light dusting of snow blanketed the world.

Snow meant I got to keep my wolf longer.

Once it started to melt I knew there was only limited time left with my wolf.

The late spring and summer meant only being able to feel his presence, but never to see him until the freeze of winter.

I never undrstood this. But it was part of my life. My routine, his routine. He left for the summer, and came back for the winter; but I knew he was never that far away.

I sat down in my chair and gazed out into the forest. The night was dark, and moonless with clouds covering any sign of light from above.

I looked down to the edge of the wood and could only make out his eyes and a faint outline of his body.

They glowed vibrantly in the dark cold night, reminding me he was always there...