Damon's P.O.V
Will comes easily, following as if I was the only person who could offer her escape. It worried me to see her in this state, so anxious and nervous amongst others, her confidence dwindling without a fight.
I wanted to question her about it but I knew tonight was not the night for this and this definitely was not the place to try and get her to open up. For now, I could only be here for her and offer her support in the best way I knew how to, though I feared it wasn't enough.
The worker leads us to our room before leaving with the promise of returning when we're ready to order.
Will audibly gasps as she steps into the room, standing beside me her beautiful eyes gleam as they take it all in.
The room was a space made specifically for two, a perfect size wooden table at the center with comforting sitting throws and pillows circling it. Allowing the pair to choose where and how close they sat. Towards the outer corners of the small room, scentless candles flickered offering more light to the installments in the ceiling.
Will lets go of my hand as she takes a hesitant step forward, as if expecting the room to disappear if she did something wrong. She circled the wooden table with obvious thrill, her eyes surveying the numerous utensils which were laid out before dancing away to the candles and then back up to me.
My lips part, a breath pushing out as I stay a willing captive to her eyes which held nothings but grace. My body imprisoned by a pure type of happiness which I wanted to see on her every day. Seeing it now, made everything else that'd troubled me seem so futile when going up against this.
This was perfection in its rawest form and was presented as my mate, I could melt at her feet with that look.
"Damon," Will sighs, her voice trembling to battle the emotion behind it. She swallows and smiles in efforts to hide the water in her eyes. "This is so not a jeans appropriate place."
I can't help the laugh that bellows out of me, my heart full and content with her here. Will flops down onto one of the cushions with a little squeal, her eyes bright with innocence as she smiles up at me. She offers me her hand, the gesture taking me by surprise, but I don't let myself overthink it. I take her hand and let her pull me down to sit beside her.
The space between us comfortable and close enough for me to feel her warmth while taking in her perfect smell of honeysuckle. The mixture of my mate making me shiver, body rattling with bliss.
"So Calderon huh?" Wilona asks, her eyes peeking over her menu to look at me, holding nothing but mischief in them.
"Yeah, Calderon," I reply with pride.
It along with Heil was a name which represented power in the world of werewolves, it spoke of greatness and a legacy of the best wolves.
Will couldn't help not knowing that but I could only hope that one day I could teach her about my people and that'd she'd like them as much as I did.
If Goddess was really kind, when she learned about how great we were, maybe she would grow to hate humans as well.
"What's yours?" I ask offering her my full attention.
"Ugh, it's so basic." She groans angrily, hiding herself back until the long and tall menu. I let my index finger sit on the top, sagging it down to reveal my hiding beauty. I give her a look that said I wouldn't let it slide, making her sigh with defeat. "It's Evans. My name is Wilona Evans."
"You're right, it is basic," I reply, removing my finger to let the menu flick back up just in time to hide Will's offended expression. "But it works, Wilona Evans has a nice ring to it."
"Not as nice as Damon Calderon." She retorts, setting down the menu already deciding what she wanted. "It unique and sounds special."
Theo puffs up his chest, trotting around with a lighter step while chuffing happily. I pat down his eagerness despite the way his enthusiasm sprouted within in.
I track the menu with angry eyes as I try to understand what the things on this meant. I picked this restaurant because of its reputation but that decision seemed to be kicking me in the nuts now because I didn't get any of the stuff on here. I liked sushi but it seemed like the menu was littered with specific delicacies which extended my basic knowledge.
I jump slightly when Will presses her thumb between my eyebrows, I immediately glance to her and find her giggling.
"I knew it, you're frowning." She cheers in achievement. "The question is why."
"Don't really get any of what I'm reading," I confess hoping she'd be willing to order for me.
"I'll act as a translator." Will offers before reopening her own menu.
My lips raise slightly with aggravation at the stupid menu in her hands, I had hoped she'd just come closer to me and try to read off of mine.
"Do you know what a Sashimi set is?" Will asks as she explores the menu.
"Where's that? I can't see it." I reply while staring directly at the curved writing which read 'Sashimi set'.
"Third page, bottom right." Will offers, glancing up at me.
I make a show of turning the pages a couple of times, letting myself settle on the desert section.
"Not seeing it," I reply making Will huff. She sets her menu down and scoots herself closer to me, causing her shoulder to rub against mine as she tugs my left hand down to better peer into the menu.
"You're not even on the right page Damon." She complains before flipping them herself.
I let her babble on about the different types of sushi, giving her enough attention to be truly responsive but also dazed enough to enjoy the feel of her so close, her rich scent and her luscious voice.
Heaven, I was in heaven.
The waiter eventually returns and Will orders for us, rippling off a bunch of shit I didn't understand for the both of us, only requiring my input for what I wanted to drink. She smirked with a snort when I said water, before ordering something else for herself.
She settles back into her relaxed state once the woman leaves, sadly not returning to our earlier position where most of her weight was on me, a physical sign of dependance amongst wolves. I try not to let my disappointment show as she looks at me, big blue eyes seeming even brighter against the red she wore.
"Is red your favorite color?" I ask making her glance down at her attire with a smile, her fingers curl around the edges of the sleeves, her neck hidden beneath the plush fabric.
"Yeah, easy to guess." She replies with a blush that complimented the shirt. "I take it black is yours?"
"Yeah mostly, if not, dark greys," I confirm and she nods.
I don't mention the fact that I was slowly beginning to adore blue.
"So Damon Calderon," Wilona begins with a fiery determination that was adorable even through its aggression, making me smile easily. "Why on earth would you bring me to a Japenese restaurant if you don't understand even the most basic items on a Japanese menu?"
"Because Wilona Evans, I know that you like Japenese food," I reply with a fair share of her attitude. She seemed stunned at the response, frowning a tad bit.
"How?" Will asks tentatively.
"Well, whenever we eat together with the tv on, you always have it on The Food Network. But you only pay attention when there's sushi, rice, miso soup - whatever the fuck that is, and some kind of fish." I explain in memory. "A bit of Google lead me to Japenese."
Will stares at me like a fish herself.
Lips parted as her wide eyes were stretched even bigger, her heart wasn't racing but it wasn't its usual thumping pattern either. I couldn't smell or scene any strong emotion from her to tell how she was feeling. I frown at the sudden blank wall I was facing, not knowing if I said too much.
"You noticed all of that... from a couple of nights together?" Will asks with a softness to her voice which I wasn't sure how to react to.
"Of course I did," I reply slightly confused.
Was it not normal for humans to pay attention to the ones they were pursuing? Was it strange to try and make them as happy and pleased as possible?
It was something normal amongst wolves, especially around family. It was the reason I pushed down my annoyance to go out with Hagen sometimes to try new foods with him, it was the reason I trained Josey whenever she asked, no matter how tired. The reason I trained the pack, even though I didn't want to, because it made my dads' job a little easier. The reason I scarred all who ever hurt Felicia and the one I got Peter Mr. Fluff.