The Blue-eyed Wolf In The Woods novel Chapter 6

My nose was running away and my face was covered in my salty years and smudged mascara.

My wolf came closer, I backed away.

He used to he afraid to get to close. Now I was the one afraid.

"Geez, and summers coming sooner than you know it, and then what? I'm only going to see you during the full moon. Only a few times a month until the next winter. Do you know how much that sucks? How much it breaks my heart? To not be able to see you!? Well sure you do, if you even remotely feel the way I do. And what? Your a wolf. You must be at least around my age. I've known you for 10 years. I was 8, when you first came, you had to be around my age to feel this connection. The one I feel for you. So if I'm 18, and let's just say for shïts sake your the same age? That makes you how old in wolf years? Like 69 or something? Shįt. Like how long do wolves even live? I don't know, but it can't be forever. So fůck. What am I going to do!? Arghhhh!" I cried and wiped my face with my gloved hand. I turned and started towards my Jeep.

My wolf started to follow.

"NO. I said leave me alone wolf. I do not want to be near you right now."

He whimpered as I ran the next few steps to my car door and quickly got in. I saw him lay down and put his head in his paws as I slammed my door shut, started the engine and shot like a bat out of hėll down my long gravel driveway and towards the road.

I sped faster and faster until the woods and my wolf were far from sight in my rear view mirror.

I drove for a few blocks before I had to pull over because couldn't see through my tears anymore.

I glanced at the clock on my dashboard. 7:45.

Okay I still had about 15 minutes until I was supposed to meet the girls at Belle's house.

I looked at myself in the mirror and gasped. Black was smeared all down my face, made worse by me wiping my hands across my face trying to dry the tears as they fell. I opened my glove compartment and luckily had makeup remover wipes and some extra makeup that I always kept in my car.

I wiped away the salty tear trails that went down my face and the smudged mascara and eyeshadow. Once my face was fresh again I powdered my cheeks to blot away the redness and then reapplied the gold eye shimmer and mascara.

There, some semblance of normalcy, instead of red and blotchy tear stricken Krystal.

"Yeah, I'm great, just full from dinner." I replied.

"Hmmm. Okay. Well Happy Birthday betch. You look banging in that dress. That I," Mia coughed loudly to reprimand her mistake, "sorry, WE made you buy." Belle finished with a smile.

I laughed.

"Yeah you look amazing Krys, but what about your hair? Hmm, let's see... Ohh Belle, pass the straightener."

I grumbled under my breath but knew I would loose the argument and be forced to let Mia have her hand at my look for the night.

Another hour had passed before the three of us were completely ready to go to the club to celebrate my birthday.

Belle had golden blonde hair that she had curled to perfection, and was wearing a short shimmery pink strapless dress with silver heels. She looked smashing like always. And Mia looked perfect with her short black bob blown out to curve right under her chin, with a short red dress and matching red lips to go with it. They each looked so elegant, and I looked and felt strange and out of place.