Damon's P.O.V
"Well, surprise." She tries with a small laugh before raising a brow. "Do you work somewhere close by? I've never seen you in any of the shops."
"I don't have a job," I say with a huff I didn't mean to let out. But I couldn't help it, I couldn't really have a 'job' because I was born to do only one.
It was in my fucking genes to be an alpha and I was being denied that right. Besides, only stupid humans got 'jobs'. Stupid humans and Peter, he wanted to be a marine biologist.
"Okay." Will stretches, seeming a little put off as well as curious. "Wait, how old are you?"
"Eighteen," I reply with the hopes of her sharing her age as well.
"Oh shit, seriously?" She asks, her face blanching as I nod slowly. "I thought you were way older... I can't believe I'm older than you."
I rub at my cheeks as if I could wipe away whatever made me look old. I knew werewolves usually looked a little different from humans, subtle things like prominent facial features that crafted faces humans deemed as 'attractive'. But that never made people mistake my age.
"Wait, how old are you?" I ask with a similar look on my face.
"Nineteen." She replies and I relax at that.
"Don't let it get to your head," I say waving her off before I begin weaving through the store lanes.
"So you're eighteen, living alone without a job. How on earth do you pay for the apartment?" She asks with a certain level of curiosity she wouldn't have entertained when we first met.
Her question sits, waiting patiently to be answered, while her eyes track me like prey as I slip smoothly between lanes. I smirk at the undeniable intensity she follows me with.
"I'll share when you do," I answer, knowing she had a lot more hidden than I did. "I highly doubt this place pays you enough for the apartment not forgetting money for food and your stupid dog." I shoot back, glancing her way over one of the shelves to find her mouth agape.
"I suggest you stop hating on Sassy because I have quite a lot of words for your failed attempt of a bunny." She shoots back, forcing a breathless laugh from my lips when her words settle in.
I watch with building need as Will pulls from the counter and begins making her way through the aisles as well, her eyes tracking me as I track her. A game mirroring chasing prey in the woods, tempting my darkest urges as the irrefutable need to catch her surges up hungry in my chest.
"So, what's your favourite genre of music?" She asks with a raised brow, her finger running along the wood of the wall.
"I don't really have a favorite genre of music." I reply carefully, knowing that she wouldn't recognize any of the supernatural tracks I mostly listened to.
"I'm pretty much the same, I'm kind of all over the place when it comes to music." She admits with a nervous chuckle.
"Is that why you're working here? There's a little bit of everything?" I ask stopping for a moment to look at her and she does the same.
"Well yeah I guess, plus its fun." She says making me roll my eyes. "Pretty much the best job I could ask for."
I make a mental note to further my knowledge of human music for Wilona before I continue my slow trailing and she continues her teasing avoidance.
"What about you? What would you like to do, if you got a job?" She asks, innocent to the emotions her words triggered.
"I'm not sure." I reply, clenching my fists to settle myself. "Still trying to figure it out."
"I'm sure you will, things come with time." She voices earnestly. "May take some time to get there, but you'll get there... unless you die."
"Unless I die..." I agree with a helpless chuckle, the sound soothing my mate's growing blush. "You're horrible at comforting people." I comment with fondness, knowing I was the same.
"It's not a gift I want or need, so me trying to do so is the best you'll get out of me." She replies with a helpless shrug.
"Why didn't you recognize me earlier?" I ask, unable to push away my question any longer.
Sure, just ambush her why don't you Damon - Theo growls angrily.
"I did." She replies after a brief second of shock. Her steps faltering only an inch while her heart jumped in confession.
"Marcus," I warn the single word seeming to take the edge away from her as she smiles a little but it fades just as quickly as it came.
"I don't want to talk about it." She says, pulling her eyes from me while her step slows. Her hard tone leaving no room for discussion, but I liked discussions.
"Why not?" I press, my feet moving to her as I watch the way her nose crinkles with discomfort. She runs a frustrated hand through her hair, clenching onto the roots for a few seconds as she fills her lungs desperately.
"Because it's not something I want to talk about." She grits out. The tone was meant to be a warning, a warning to back off but I could hear the way the words tremored when passing through her lips.
I don't waste any more time, making my way to her as I watch her walls stacking up quickly but I climb them just as quickly.
"What is?" I ask and stop when I turn into her lane, my presence bringing her eyes up and to me.
She stares at me, chest heaving with clear fear but she doesn't turn away. I take the few steps left between us, closing the distance as she stands in the same space, each step taking her heart higher and higher with every thump. I stop in front of her, leaving a safe distance between us not to trigger her inner banshee and stare her straight in her eyes.
"What is it?" I ask again, keeping my voice gentle enough to not break the moment.
Her eyes darted around every inch of my face like an electrified pinball trying to find its seemingly non-existent destination. She panted quietly, a simple question taking her off course to unknown territory, or maybe it was familiar and she didn't like the outcome.
I could tell that she wanted to back away, shut me out and tell me to fuck right off. I could see through the small gap left in her walls that she was ready to fill the last space, but she didn't. She stayed still, watching me despite the fear and panic, facing me head-on with silent vigor.
I hoped and prayed to Goddess that the slowly forming bond that had barely begun to weave together would pull her to trust me, even if it was just this once.
"My eyes." Will answers so softly, human ears wouldn't have picked up on it. She drops her head, taking those luscious blue eyes with her as she glares angrily at her feet, shutting down as if she couldn't bear what was to come next. "I'm blind."
I stare blankly at my mate. Mind clearing to create a new map to figure her out, the old one clearly useless. My lips part, questions littering my tongue but I hold them back, my eyebrows pulling with confusion.
How could she be blind and how the fuck did I miss that she was? She got around just fine and didn't have a cane of any kind or shades, blind humans wore shades and had canes...in the movies
"Are you sure?" I ask foolishly, voicing the stupid question on my tongue.
Wilona's head shoots up, her eyes going from softness to blazing with rage, seeming to think that I was mocking her. Her eyes harden to rocks while I remained the sole focus of her gaze, her jaw ticking its equal frustration. I open my mouth to correct my stupidity but she beats me to it, her lungs filling themselves before she exploded.
"Am I sure that I'm blind? Yes, I am." She growls, voice rumbling hard enough to be mistaken as a wolf's. "Everything I see is a blur or blend of what they should be. I can't see your face properly, that's why I didn't know it was you when I first saw you. It's the reason I didn't know that Blaze was a bunny, I just saw a black blur."
"I didn't mean it like that," I say quickly, holding her angry gaze. My skin tightens at her scrutinizing gaze, Theo whining in pain to know that our mate was angry with us. "I just couldn't imagine it at all, you never seemed to be."
"And what does a blind person seem to be Damon?" Will questions, taking a bold step forward that made me somehow feel small despite her having to look up at me.
"Blind,"