He shifted back into human form, though he still had majestic icy-blue eyes. His voice was strong and informative,
"Amber—Er... your Majesty," he did a polite bow. I winced. Your Majesty? As if he read my mind, "You don't know your ranking, do you?" He frowned a little. "Well, take a seat and I'll explain everything." I sat down on his bed, he towered over me, bulk like a statue. "Okay, ready," I looked at him attentively.
"So. Galactic, your mother is an angel. She is the keeper of the Universe, beholder of stars. She is an Empress, Female Alpha of the Timbusken Pack. Coupled with Ethan Underwood, they created their one and only child, Amber Underwood, born in the young Americas, which is now the United States of America. Humans have taken over our lands, though we have taken the shape of humans, still with the essence of wolves. We are a superior race, though we stay hidden to keep the balance. We are the protectors of the forest from humans, as well as from Dark Magic. Rapture was sealed inside of the first born, the next inline to heir the throne. Galactic expects the Chosen one to know everything there is about Good and Evil magic. I've been searching for the Chosen One, though I was ready to give up. Then I found you," he smiled. My limbs were shaking, all of this I did not know. Purpose. I've found it... right?
He held my hand and pulled me out of the room, distracting me from my thoughts. He dragged me outside into the dense forest. The sun was setting, it casted a dream-like orange glow onto everything, it seemed to call my name, beaconing me towards the life forms. Amber, Amber, come and play! Is what it seemed to call out to me. I slipped out of Connor's grip on my hand and walked towards an Oak tree and pressed my hands and forehead onto its bark. Its energy coursed through my veins, making the symbols on my cursed arm glow white. A burning sensation cascaded to the very tips of my fingers. I felt everything around me, my senses increased even more—if that was even possible. My eyes closed, allowing the tree's spirit to enlighten me. I felt Connor watch me, I heard every leaf plummet to the ground, every whips of silent wind that carried the sweet smell of syrup. My claws extended out of my fingertips as I herd the bold tone of the tree's inner soul. "Hello. Chosen One. We all owe your mother much thanks for the maintenance of the sun's rays. Without her we couldn't be alive." "My mother," I sigh, though slightly amazed that my heart beats in this dimension. "She is no longer in the land of the living," I say.
"She is, young one. She is in her sky palace for all eternity. She was repelled out of her physical form when she had sealed Rapture. Though I am sorry for your loss," its voice was grand. "Thank you for the information. I have to get back to something now, goodbye!"
I wave and return to reality.
"You can talk to nature, that is amazing," Connor almost sounded jealous. I was extremely proud of myself, for the first time I have found the road to find myself. "I guess so, that was amazing," I smiled. "I know, I felt your energy," his eyes wandered to my still-glowing arm, "Your tattoos glow now? Or is that the Cursed arm that only Rapture has? I thought it was only a Myth that the tamer of Rapture could obtain some of its power!" I heard a ting of jealousy in that statement.
"Oh, are you jealous, sir?" I teased, feeling my fangs sharpen. This time, it was fair game and not a secret to be kept.
"A little," a grin ghosted across his lips as he crossed his arms and leaned against a tree. I giggled, "Well then, it's not my fault I'm the Chosen One," I inched a little closer to him.
"True, very true. It's not your fault that you're so beautiful either," he was so confident, without a care in the world. He inched closer to me, it made my blood run hot. Did he just call me beautiful? I smiled, "Though, you're incredibly sexy," I replied, feeling him put his hands on my waist. "Oh stop it," he said smiling. "Why should I?" I returned his smile.
"I don't... really have an answer for that," his face turned red in sudden embarrassment.
"I win," I winked at him. "Fine, fine. Your majesty," he teased, pressing his body against mine.
I think it's odd how his scent changed, as if he lost his human disguise. "Your scent changed a little..." I said.
"It's the magic of the Gem of Shift," He informed. "Oh, so you wouldn't be strong enough to shift into wolf form without it?"
"Nope," he sighed. "That's kinda lame," I said, instantly regretting my choice of words.
He pinned me against the bark of the Oak tree, "I know, at least I'm not fully human though. If I were to be bitten meaningfully by... for say, the Chosen One. I'd be even stronger," he gently kissed my neck, "could you help me, Amber?"
What? I have the power to do that? I wrapped my arms around his neck, he stopped and looked at me with his magical eyes. "You don't have to seduce me to get what you want..." I sighed. Is that really all he wants? Something that is meaningless? "Who ever said I was seducing you?" He kissed me, I could actually feel that he cared for me. My eyes closed as I grasp his shirt. A low growl escapes the depths of his throat.
We fall, together and gently, oh so gently, land in a pile of leaves. He pins me to the ground, kissing me a little harder. Periodically he takes time to breathe, but I don't need to. My fingers cling to this hair in utter satisfaction. My toes curl and a I moan softly. I can feel his heart racing, hear his claws dig into the soil. "I have... never felt this way... ever," his breath was a little short. "Neither have I..." I admit. "I just noticed..." He pauses, "Your heart has no beat," he stares at me, frowning slightly. "I know..." I sigh, just for the hell of it. "Why sigh if you don't need air? How did this happen?"
A flash black floods through my mind, images scrolling past in seconds. "Some Vampire bit me... though I regained all my memory from it," I noticed he was looking me directly, studying my features. He was also scowling. "Some random guy bit you?!" I felt his anger. "I don't remember... It's like mostly everything from before was lost when I regained memory of other things..." He frowned, "Did you sleep with him?" What?! "What?! No! We had nothing, it was a lost cause, and that for sure is something I do know," I assured him.
He got off of me and lay next to me, wrapping his arms around my stomach. He looked up at the moon that was escaping its mask of clouds. I turned over and looked at him. "I'm sorry... things have just been really off to me lately." I was sorry, I really was. Connor was my only companion, plus I'm falling in love with him. I can't risk losing him. His eyes motioned down onto my face, "It's fine," he didn't sound like it was fine. Was he actually jealous? My fangs sharpened. "If you'd stay still I can bite you," I smiled weakly. He didn't respond, though I could smell his sudden anxiety.
My fangs sinked into his throat, warm liquid filled my jaws. I closed my eyes, counting Connor's heart beats. "I grant you this offering. The kiss of life," I said. Not so sure how I knew what to say. The two bite marks turned a black eye, with the same creepy upside-down cross like the ones on my left arm; as if I had branded him. A muscle in Connor's jaw jerked. "T-thanks," his voice was a little shaky.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, there is just a lot of energy coursing through my veins right now, it's making me jumpy," his limbs started to shake.
I held onto him, pressing my cheek against his powerful chest. "Everything will be fine," I said. Also trying to assure myself.
He sighed and his muscles relaxed. The wind was a little chilly, like water rushing over us. "Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?" I was a tad bit surprised at his tone, it had become sexier than before. "I'd love to," my blood sting as it turned hot.
Conner got up, picked me up and carried me back towards the Cabin. "I feel even stronger than before," he grinned.
"I've noticed," I laughed at him.
He lay me down on his bed, he took off his shirt and pants, I was shocked at how comfortable he was around me. I took off my shorts. "Just throw it on the floor, we can clean up tomorrow," he smiled, closed the door, and turned off the light.
The night seemed to fade away into nothing but satisfaction.
"I think I'm in love with you," Connor admitted.
"It's funny because I think I feel the same about you," I replied gleefully.