Bolt fell on his bed having dismissed everyone for the night, shutting his eyes, the image of Clara invaded his mind again. During the day, he had been fighting not to let his mind wander to how her deep blue eyes captured him and his wolf in mere seconds, how he saw himself in her eyes ,though briefly but he knew they fit like eachside of the coin. Her sharp nose as she stole a bit of his scent when she breathed, those thin pink lips when she uttered an apology to him, it was more like a siren's call to him....it was forbidden!
Instead of fantasizing about her why don't we go and meet her?" His wolf grumbled angrily.
So you can have your way with her and end us in a battle with a vampire? No thank you!" Bolt hissed dismissing his wolf.
He isn't even around to protect her! What are you afraid of? We can go be with her and then make her like us and fall in love with us! That way we could be on the winning end! What exactly could go wrong?!" His wolf reasoned.
