Elijah spent the rest of the day in a daze, his mind reeling with thoughts of Luca and the strange attraction he felt towards him. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to Luca, something that he wasn't revealing.
As the sun began to set, Elijah heard a knock at the door. He got out of bed, his heart pounding in his chest, and made his way to the door.
He opened it to find Luca standing in the hallway, a tray of food in his hands. "I brought you some dinner," Luca said, his eyes gleaming with a warm smile.
Elijah's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of Luca. He looked even more handsome in the soft light of the hallway, his eyes sparkling with a warmth that made Elijah feel all fluttery inside.
"Thanks," Elijah said, taking the tray from Luca. "I'm starving."
Luca nodded, his eyes never leaving Elijah's face. "I'll leave you to eat, then," he said. "But first..."
Luca's voice trailed off, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair out of Elijah's face. Elijah's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Luca's touch, his skin tingling with a warm sensation.
"What is it?" Elijah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Luca's eyes seemed to bore into Elijah's soul, and for a moment, Elijah felt like he was drowning in their depths.
"I need to tell you something," Luca said, his voice low and serious. "Something important."
Elijah's heart skipped a beat as he wondered what Luca was going to say. Was it something about his past? Something about his family?
"What is it?" Elijah asked again, his voice shaking with anticipation.
Luca took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Elijah's face. "You're not who you think you are," he said. "You're not human."
Elijah's world came crashing down around him. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him.
"What do you mean?" Elijah asked, his voice shaking with fear.
Luca's eyes seemed to bore into Elijah's soul, and for a moment, Elijah felt like he was drowning in their depths.
"You're a supernatural being," Luca said. "A being with powers beyond your wildest dreams."
Elijah's mind reeled as he tried to process what Luca was telling him. He was a supernatural being? What did that even mean?
As he looked into Luca's eyes, Elijah felt a sense of wonder wash over him. He had always felt like there was something missing in his life, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
But now, as he looked at Luca, Elijah felt like he was on the verge of discovering a secret that would change his life forever.
"What kind of supernatural being am I?" Elijah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Luca's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement, and for a moment, Elijah felt like he was on the verge of discovering a secret that would change his life forever.
"You're a werewolf," Luca said, his voice low and husky.
Elijah's world came crashing down around him. He felt like he had been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him.
A werewolf? Was Luca crazy?
But as Elijah looked into Luca's eyes, he saw something there that made him question his own sanity. He saw a deep, abiding conviction that made Elijah wonder if maybe, just maybe, Luca was telling the truth.
As the truth began to sink in, Elijah felt his mind reeling with questions. What did it mean to be a werewolf? How would his life change?
And what did Luca want from him?
As Elijah looked into Luca's eyes, he knew that he was on the verge of discovering a secret that would change his life forever.
As Elijah sat up in bed, Luca's gaze never wavered. Elijah felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized that Luca had been watching him for who knows how long.
"Good morning," Luca said, his voice low and smooth.
Elijah nodded, his heart still racing from the shock of waking up to Luca's intense gaze. "What time is it?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"It's early," Luca replied. "You've only been asleep for a few hours."
Elijah nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He had been exhausted, and he still felt a bit drained.
Luca walked into the room, his movements fluid and graceful. Elijah watched him, feeling a sense of fascination. There was something about Luca that drew him in, something that made him want to know more.
Luca stopped at the bedside table and poured Elijah a glass of water. "Drink this," he said, handing Elijah the glass.
Elijah took the glass, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Luca. He was being taken care of, and it felt nice.
As he drank the water, Elijah couldn't help but steal glances at Luca. There was something about him that seemed mysterious, something that seemed hidden beneath the surface.
Luca caught him staring and raised an eyebrow. Elijah felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he looked away, feeling embarrassed.
But as he glanced back at Luca, he saw something in his eyes that made his heart skip a beat. It was a spark of attraction, a spark that seemed to ignite a fire within Elijah.
Elijah's heart pounded in his chest as he realized that he was attracted to Luca. He didn't know what to do with these feelings, but he knew that he couldn't ignore them.
As Luca turned to leave, Elijah felt a sense of disappointment. He didn't want Luca to go, didn't want to be left alone with his thoughts.
But as he watched Luca walk out of the room, Elijah knew that he had to confront his feelings. He had to figure out what was going on between him and Luca, and he had to do it soon.
As Elijah's mind reeled with questions, Luca's expression turned serious. "I know this is a lot to take in," he said. "But you need to understand that being a werewolf is not a curse. It's a gift."
Elijah raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A gift?" he repeated. "How can being a monster be a gift?"
Luca's eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly composed himself. "You're not a monster," he said. "You're a supernatural being with powers and abilities that most humans can only dream of."
Elijah shook his head, trying to process what Luca was telling him. "I don't understand," he said. "How can I be a werewolf? I don't remember anything about it."
Luca's expression turned sympathetic. "You were born with the gene," he explained. "But it was suppressed, hidden from you. That's why you don't remember anything."
Elijah's mind was racing with questions, but before he could ask any of them, Luca continued.
"You're a member of a ancient bloodline," he said. "A bloodline of werewolves who have been hiding in plain sight for centuries."
Elijah's eyes widened as he tried to process what Luca was telling him. "A bloodline?" he repeated. "What do you mean?"
Luca's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement. "You're a part of something much bigger than yourself," he said. "A community of supernatural beings who are hiding in plain sight."
Elijah's mind was reeling with questions, but before he could ask any of them, Luca stood up.
"Come with me," he said. "I want to show you something."
Elijah hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But something about Luca's expression made him trust him, made him want to follow him.
So he stood up, and followed Luca out of the room.