What is this witchcraft?

Drews POV

Speechless. I cannot speak. Come on, words come out! I’m just standing still in the doorway of my family's moon room which I've walked through thousands of times, eyes locked on hers , why does she have this effect on me? My t-shirt fits her perfectly skimming the top of her thighs, my mouth waters as I take her in. She must have still been slightly damp when she put on my top as the white cotton has become see-through letting just a peep of her perfect breasts poke through. I can taste her scent in the moist moon-room air, lavender. My wolf is going mad to be released for her, I’ve never felt this primal instinct before. I can feel myself growing in my jeans, she needs to be mine! My sister’s giggles bring me back to my senses as they leave me alone with her in the hut. I walk over to the shower in the corner of the room, turn it on not giving the water time to warm and quickly wash myself down without taking off my jeans, to remove the visible mud and blood. I say this is the reason but truth be told, I needed a second to calm myself down. The steam from the bath water is spreading her scent everywhere making it hard to concentrate. Spotting her mud-covered dress beside the tub just solidifies my belief that my body reacting this way is completely inappropriate not only that I am set to be married but after the events of this evening I'm certain this is the last thing she would want. I am suddenly very aware I have not spoken a single word since I entered the room. I turn and realise her eyes have never left me the whole time. She yours. I hear my inner wolf scream at me. Not possible, wolves can't be mates with humans I remind myself. Soulmates are just myths and if they did exist they have long since died out - I cannot recall the last time someone found a fated mate. Something inside me disagrees. I wish my gut was right but I know it’s not a possibility. “Drew,” I say awkwardly, gosh what is this witchcraft she has spelled me with, I am a stuttering mess. “Drew, that’s my name I mean.” i***t. She laughed while smiling at me “Sara, I’m Sara.” Sara. My Sara my wolf declares. Her smile, her voice. the way her wet hair is wetting my t-shirt on her... my heart aches for her. “I guess I owe you a thank you Drew, you saved me.” I don’t know when it happened but the distance between us vanished, Sara was so close to me, I could feel her breath on my skin. Take her. My body screamed to have her but I can’t. Most wolves here honour the old way- one mate for life, if I go there there is no turning back for me, and an alpha cannot be with a human. The realisation pained my wolf, who let out a long heartbreaking howl internally. "I will give you a moment to finish dressing, then I will show you to your room," I inform her. She simply smiles and nods - ah that smile.

“This is where you will stay. Do not worry I am right next door if you need anything.” I feel she would be safest with me but I’m not sure I could control myself around her. “Thank you” Her innocence is so alluring even a thank you send me crazy. As I turn to leave she pipes up asking once more “What are you?” That is the second time she has asked that question, curiosity painted on her face. I don’t answer immediately, telling her this will not only put her in danger but the pack too. I battle with the question, do I allow her to think she’s crazy or tell her knowing that could bring us all danger if she reacts wrong? I don’t know why but I cannot lie to her. “Wolves,” I say matter of factly preparing myself for her reaction. I tense up, expecting at any moment she will try to run. Her face shows nothing of what she is thinking, making this all the more nerve-wracking. “OK.” Ok? Ok? That’s it no screaming, no running, no calling for hunters to slaughter us? “Ok?” I question unbelieving she just accept this. “Mhm” She nods not breaking eye contact. I could stare into her eyes all night, they are rainforest green, bright and full of life. I want to kiss her rose tinted lips, they are slightly parted showing just a glimpse of impeccable white teeth. She’s driving me crazy, I need to get out of there. Backing out towards the door I almost trip. “Goodnight Sara.” She flashes me an all-knowing smile “Goodnight Drew.”

I can hear her breathing through the walls, being so close to her but not with her has my wolf restless.

“Katie, Isabella thank you for coming over.” They are both watching me intently not speaking so I continue “I need to get out. Run.” I don’t have to explain further they already know. Isabella, the older of my sisters, spoke first “We will watch over her Drew.” Katie adds “You don’t need to worry she will be safe with us.” I don’t need convincing, I am already out of the door. I trust them with my life. My paws hit the ground the second I reach my exit.

“Drew!” Addison shouts after me but my wolf just runs harder, leaving her watching nothing but dust following me as disappear into the forest. I don't know how to deal with Addison right now. I run the perimeter edge in record time, my lungs burning and anger boiling, how dare they mark her perfect skin and get away with it?! I keep thinking about the way her wet curls lay across her forehead a cut and the bruising, her split lip. A growl blasts out echoing in the night air. I suddenly become rooted to the spot finding myself back at the house - back at the scene of the crime.