The room was filled with words but all I heard was hers. My conscious focused on her pink glossed lips. The hidden curves under her dress I was desperate to explore.

My hand still connected to hers, I am as close as I can be—considering this time and place. I senate my thoughts as I wooz my mind around her, what we were, and how it used to be. Time has changed. She has changed, her skin has changed, her eyes has changed. It's been a while, I didn't expect her to be the same and she isn't. In the best way.

She was once the most gorgeous thing I could see. The most aesthetic thing to wake up to; like a lucid dream.

This girl I used to know, she was once everything to me, and just because she let me touch her but because with her I felt I could only claim to be love. I didn't know much about love, even these days I question whether or not I truly know it.

I remember first meeting her, it was at a dinner party my parents hosted. She was there, in this bright green dress, with these glorious shades of vanilla and chocolate.

At the end of the dinner party, it was just us. Our parents and other guests went out for evening drinks. The house, at such a late hour was rid of all who tended there. And I was to show her to the guest room, she was sleeping over. I was so nervous. I didn't have much experience with girls, but luckily enough for me she found me to be charismatic.

She placed her very own pair of clouds on lips right at my jawline; that's how she told me goodnight. That's I needed to keep me all night, alone, with a bottle of my mother's flower scented lotions and my restless adolescent pubescence.

I was 15 when I met this girl and she drove me crazy; in all the best ways. Last time I saw her, I promised her we'd run away from our family and everything else. All the stigma. The rules. My father. I wanted out and she wanted me.

"Can I have my hand back now?" She gave me this undermined look. I had half a mine not to, not just yet, I just got you back.

"Yeah." I take my hand back. "I'm sorry." I apologize.

"For what?" Her eyes gleam up at me.

I shrug my shoulders, "For everything."

"Jacob, right now is not the time and place for everything." Her eyes scarce away from mine, she folds her hand over her chest as if that'd make her more distant.

"I know that," I look beside me, a man past us by, he seemed my Father's age. I fix my senses on to this man. I didn't recognize who or what he was, but he exuded power. A strange power, mesmerized by energy. I fight between my suspicion and my thoughts for Ella.

"Excuse me," I touch the guy's shoulder and he turns around. He is just a bit taller then I was, had more muscle mass than I did."What's your name?"

"What's your name?" He growls, his voice hideous and monstrous; like how I hear my wolf inside my conscience. His heavy pair of hands forces my shoulders back. My chest stops and I take a moment to feel him, like an energy transference. In a moment, I suddenly feel an understanding of what this being is. A golem. A creature made up of clay, rocks, and magic. Witch magic.

"Ella, get behind me." I demand, becoming defensive.

"What? No. Who is this—who are you?"

"It's a golem."

"A golem, how do you know?"

I don't know how I know, I simply do.

"Ella, I said get behind me!" I shout as the golem rush toward me. I quickly dodge his attack, leaving him to fall against the wooden railing, breaking it and falling downstairs, in the midst of everyone.

"Look out!" Alpha Frost shouts, calling for the crowd to back. The drop was about 14 feet, but there is no sense in my mind that believes that it's dead. It would take a complete decapitation to take it out. In no time, the golem big body stands on it's two human-like feet and looks over at over at everyone.

He snarled at everyone defensively, and pounced on Alpha Frost. Everyone backed out the way to give them space.

"Dad!" Ella screams hysterically as she stood right at the edge of the broken floor, she almost fall over. I stand behind her and hold onto her to waist as Alpha Frost tosses and turns with the golem. Ella tries and fight to get away from me; desperate to get to her father's aid.

But I know she'd only get in the way, so I hold on to her tight as Alpha Frost fights the golem off. The two toss and turn, Frost doesn't shift in his wolf form. Everyone's mouth gaped open in shock, but none were as worried as Ella.

Truthfully, I don't blame her. She lost someone and now her father might lose his life right in front of her. I believe in her father's strength, and so did everyone else. He could take him. "Jacob! Do something!" She hits on me. I pull away from everything, into the nearest room. It figures to be hers. I shut the door behind us and hold her against a wall.

My body is pressed against hers to restrict her movement, but she keeps shouting. Frustrated, I take her jaw in my hand. I gave her pain, not so much, only enough so that she'd focus on something other than her father. "Ella, everything will be fine."

"Mhm." Tears stream down her face as she shakes her head.

"Do you trust me?"

She blinks her tears away and nods her head.

"Believe me, everything will be fine. He got this."

Her red her eyes shy away from mine, I let go of her jaw and move away.

"I'm sorry." I say, below all the racketeering right out the door and finally a loud bang and spine cracks. We both look to the door and I get there before her. "Stay Ella." I warn.

She whimpers as I look out of the room door, "Is he dead?"

The golem and Alpha Frost are in front of the room door, the golem subdued on the ground. Alpha Frost hold a chef's knife to the golem's neck, and in one swift motion it's neck is severed. I open the door wide for Ella to see, "You see, everything is fine."

"Ella come here." Alpha Frost said. She lunges into her father's embrace. He smooths her hair rocks, "It's okay, love I'm right here. I'm okay."

She sobs onto his shoulder, her arms drapes over his neck. She was genuinely afraid that something might happen to her dad. I can't remember the last time I felt that way. Never have I even for a second thought my father to be helpless, and never have I considered that he might lose his life. "I can't lose you too."

"You won't. Shhh, I'm okay. I'm here." He rocks her as he looks at the golem then back up to me.

As much as I wanted to, I could not empathize with Ella. I don't understand why would she figure her father—an alpha to be vulnerable.

"Why won't you go, catch up with Jacob. Clear your head." Alpha Frost said.

"What about you?"

"I'll have this mess cleaned up. This thing disposed of— and we can talk later." His cloudy eyes looked strongly at me.

"Jacob," she looks back at me.

"Yes, Ella."

"Can we?"

I nod my head and Alpha Frost let her go. I hold out my hand and take her from her father.

We made our way out of the house, away from the wake, and found ourselves walking down the street. While we walked she made consistent effort to feet at least 2 feet away from me.

We have no destination, were are simply walking without words. And that's okay, if that's what she wants. We can stay silent. Whatever she needs.

I still cared about her deeply, I never stopped. I know me being here must be tough considering my promise to was left unkept. Some would say it childish to hold on to such past dilemmas but she obviously haven't and neither have I.

I don't want to be the one to blame anyone for my mistakes but I do. I blame my dad. He stopped me from seeing her that day. He took notice of my plans and he stopped me.

He opened up another opportunity for me to get into Grayson, and I didn't have much choice but to go. Without saying goodbye, without explanation given myself. But I could only blame him for so much, I'm a grown man now. I had the choice to contact her after all this time and make it right. I chose not to, I couldn't face her. Not after all this time, but I'm here now, when it really matters and that's all that matters. Right?

Ella stops in her tracks and turns on her heels.

"Tell me it wasn't for nothing."

"It wasn't for nothing." I say, but even though I said what she wanted her fist flew across my face.

I hold my chin, "Okay, I think I deserve that."

She takes my face in her hands and kiss me. Her nails are practically digging into my cheeks.  She pulls away and readies to slap me again. "Stop." I shout forcefully. "Stop it, Ella." Tears stream down her face as I hold onto to her wrist.

"I'm so mad at you!" She forces herself away from me. "We were just kids, I know shouldn't be but I'm so mad at you."

I reach my arms and I pull her in to hug me, an arm around her waist and over her shoulder. I stroke her   long light brown curls. They are soft, like stroking through liquid. I missed her hair. Her brown velvety skin. Fuck, I miss my lips on it. Her bare ass. My hard erection inside of her.

"Run with me." She gazed into my eyes, and in an instant we are off into some back woods, ripping our clothes off. It was like time stood still, just looking at her. Wow! She is beautiful.

She runs before me and jumps out into this lovely shade of purple. And I, not to far behind her thrust my deep black wolf onto hers. We pranced around until rained; tumbling on each other.

I couldn't hear her voice and I became so DESPERATE! I need to hear voice, only once even if it's for her to spit on me and hate me. I hate me. For leaving you alone.

We both lays small body over mine, she shifts back into her human form. I follow her.

Her naked body sat on my back in the middle of the forest. The rain has slightly let up. Her naked pussy graze it's way over my bare back. My cock forces it's way between me and the dirt floor. I flip us over. I have her beneath me.

I look in her her flowery eyes. I spread her legs with my knees. I move past her trimmed bush, and slide my cock inside her. It's like pushing past two tight walls. "Aaaah!" She cries. "Oooh, you did get bigger!" She shouts.

I grunt over her ears as her long legs squeeze my torso; pulling me in. I push and pull out of her; my dick rock hard.

A/N:

That's it. Who's mad at me?😣