Tattoo on his wrist

~𝐀𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧~

"Do you believe in werewolves?" She asked with all her bravery, then looked down at her hands under the table. I bet she was squeezing them into small fists as she usually does when she's worried. I expected that question after I saw the titles of the books that fell off her purse when she bumped at me on the street. Furthermore, I ran my fingers over my hair and looked at her. She wasn't still looking at me as if she was afraid.

"I do, and what about you?" I said calmly, seeing how she jerked her head up, looking at me with her eyes full of confusion. She hasn't expected me to answer "yes" to her question. She must have read information about werewolves in those books and legends, and now she's probably trying to put me to some criteria she builds in her head.

"I…," she made a pause, looking down at her hands as if studying something very important written or drawn in there. I crossed my hands over my chest, and relaxed in the chair, looking at her and waiting for the answer. Letty took a deep breath, then put her head up as if gathering all her confidence again, answering my question, "I don't know. I just had studied some books and if to believe in what my own eyes had seen recently, it can be true, however… a rational part of the mind that still exists in my head keeps saying I'm mad…"

"Can you tell me what exactly you had seen? Maybe I can be of help?" I proposed a way out, then looked at the photo in a frame standing on my table. It was one of the happiest memories I shared with her…

"I saw already three wolves in the city, and as I read in the books, if they are really wolves, they can't be here… However, then the question is if they're not the wolves, who are they?" Letty asked, looking at me and not hiding her look under the table. Is she becoming more and more confident while talking to me?

"Good question. Have you compared the sizes of those wolves you had seen with the known sizes of the normal wolves?" I gave her a hint, seeing her taking out her notebook from her purse and looking for the answer in her writing. Then she negatively shook her head.

"Unfortunately no. I think I haven't paid attention to that at all."

She had written the task in her notebook and looked at me, waiting for anything I'll say, but when I kept silent, she started talking.

"Also I saw your eyes changing color to amber, and not only once, so it's not a hallucination. Your eyes turned to amber. Ancient people believed shifters, the werewolves who can transform anytime into their wolf form, can have that kind of transformation when they're not in charge of their own emotions. In addition, those wolves' eyes were amber, which I saw in the city, and people early believed that the eyes of the werewolves depends on their Alpha's eye color if they are in a Pack. Many people in the city call you "Alpha Aiden"…," she stopped and looked at me as if facing me to say truce. I smiled charmingly. Am I going to hide? Definitely, no.

"Well, that's true. The eyes of all werewolves in the Pack depend on their Alpha's eye color. Even if they had blue or red, their eyes will change to amber when they'll obey the Alpha of the Pack they want to belong to. It's a part of the ritual for the newcomers," I looked at the watch on my left wrist. We have been talking for like thirty minutes in total. I think it's enough for one day, and she probably caught my move and understood me without words. She jumped from the chair, holding her purse in her hands tightly as if not to lose it again.

"Do you know from your own experience?" I smirked at her question instead of the answer, then took some papers from the table.

"If you have any problem downstairs, call me loudly. I'll be busy here for some time," I said, then started reading the letter from the nearest Pack, where they begged for some trade of goods from our farms.

"Fine," she went out.

🌠 🎀 ~𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎~ 🎀 🌠

We had a very informative talk, however, it had built in my head more questions than answers. Aiden hasn't rejected his belief in werewolves, but it can't prove he's one of them either. Though his speech about the ritual of the newcomers to the werewolves Pack was very informative, and if to be honest, it wasn't written in any of the books I had read for now. So the answer was on the surface: he either had come to the Wolfpack through such a ritual, or he was the one doing it many times, as he's the main male wolf in the Pack.

I went to Rick's bar and asked him to give me a glass of apple juice, and looked around while waiting for it. The nightclub didn't have a lot of visitors, and those who were there had already their tables being served by Catherine. I looked back at Rick.

"How long has Aiden been in charge of the city?" I asked and made a sip of juice. Rick looked at me while cleaning his workplace.

"Well, he inherited it from his father, who died three years ago," he said, then took my empty glass and started cleaning it. I arched my eyebrow. Aiden's father died three years ago. Does it have any connection to my memory loss, or it's just a coincidence?

"How did his father die?" I asked and looked around again looking for any work.

"In the Alpha duel," Rick said, making me turn to him and frown, but we didn't have time to talk further as I noticed a few tables had been occupied by a few small separate companies. Catherine went to the first one, I went to the second one, and two others began to wait for us to be free.

That shift wasn't as hard as the first one yesterday, probably because Catherine was always down helping me and doing her job as well. At the end of the shift, I began to wait for Aiden to get money for my today's work while observing Rick cleaning his workplace as well as yesterday.

"Here's your money," he said, then put his hands in his pockets, "Do you want to drink anything? It was a hard day, so much to sign and decide…"

"Oh, well, I don't mind a bottle of dark beer?" I looked at him putting money on the counter.

"Rick, two bottles of dark beer," he said and Rick quickly took the money, put the bottles on the bar, and continued to clean his workplace. Aiden hasn't reacted to Rick's attempts to impress him, then turned around, "Mind me going to the hotel with you? I want to talk with Mr. Kell, have some business."

"Of course," I blushed for no reason, and went in the direction of the exit. Aiden followed me, but when we went outside, the cold wind blew at me, making me hide behind Aiden. He laughed, then put his jacket on my shoulders, and we went to the hotel in silence.

"Here's the hotel", he said, then looked at me, breaking the awkward silence. I smiled and took his jacket out from my shoulders, but he refused to take it and put it back at me.

"You can turn it back anytime later," he shrugged, then pointed to the bench near the hotel, so we got there. Aiden opened a bottle of beer using a button on his jeans, then he took a few greedy sips just in front of me, and inhaled the cold night smell. I looked up at the moon hiding behind the clouds.

"You must be special to me," I suddenly said, but instead of a chuckle or any other reactions I expected, he just looked at me very calmly. He took a sip of beer again, then took my bottle and opened it at the same time he opened his bottle, and turn it back to me.

"You think so?" He finally asked, studying my facial expression. I bowed my head and took a few sips of beer, then sat on the bench and looked at the moon, gathering my thoughts.

"I do. Your attitude to me is much more special than to any other girl near you. Your voice is softer when you talk to me, your eyes are warmer when you look at me. You can calm down in a second by just looking at me or hearing my voice. Moreover… you have my name written on your wrist!" I finally said, and he looked at me with unhidden interest in his eyes.

He put his left hand up and looked at my name there.

"It's just a name. How do you know it's yours?" He put his hand down, then sat near me and burst his left hand running with his fingers through his hair; his left wrist was turned to me for a few seconds, so I was able to catch my name tattooed on his wrist.

"I feel it's mine."

That was the weirdest answer I ever gave, but Aiden understood me. I don't know how, but he did it as if each word I saw was very special to him.

"It's yours" he finally confirmed and was about to add something, when he got a message on his phone. I took a sip of beer and stood up.

"I need to go, will talk to Mr. Kell tomorrow," he said, stood up, then threw the empty bottle into the trash bin and went away. He disappeared from my eyes too quickly, so I turned around and went to my apartment, holding his jacket on my shoulders.

"Anytime…" His words were still heard in my head.