CHAPTER 8

Later that night, Flora decides not to have dinner, she goes out to the meadow, the pale moon casting its light on the grass and wildflowers, there in the middle of it stood a wolf, its colour bared the symbol of innocence. She blinked, rubbed her eyes and blinked again, as the wolf stares at her, looking closer she sees a man.

‘Enzo, you’re alive?’ ‘Enzo, Enzo, you don’t know how hard it has been.’ She ran across the grass, desperate to meet him. He smiled at her as he wipes the cold tears from her face with his finger,

‘Sorry my love, I didn’t mean to take so long.’ She hugs him tight, kissing him on his lips; her soul ached for his return.

‘The day you died, I died with you; my heart beats for only one thing now.’

‘And what’s that?’ Enzo inquires.

‘We have a child, a girl.’ ‘Her name’s Enola.’ Flora speaks. Enzo kisses Flora,

‘Say nothing more, my love.’

‘I’m here now, it’s all that matters.’ he lays her gently to the ground, her eyes widened as she caught the deliberately flirtatious innuendo. As he watched, her cheeks blush. And about the same time, a little frown line appeared between her brows.

‘Is this real,’ she said slowly.

‘Don’t you feel me?’ he said.

The air was colder than she had anticipated, the flowers tickled her skin as he kisses her gently, repeatedly on her thighs, he rolls up her gown, kissing his way up to her breast, caressing her bottom, and Flora sighs as she curls an arm around his neck. Now her breasts were pressed snugly against his arm. His fingers stimulating the warm skin of her hips, goose bumps surfaced all over her arms, her body throbbed with arousal, a few more inches and he would be touching her most intimate secrets, now she wanted him badly, so bad that she unzipped his trousers, pulling him closer to herself, as she holds his hard erection placing it at the entrance of her core. Even in the dim light she saw him pale. His expression was hard to read. But the dark eyes that gazed at him so solemnly judged him and found him wanting. He presses deep into her wet entrance, a feeling missed for decades; she gives a long, soft moan.

‘Don’t let go.’ he says. Both her legs crossed right above his waist, she pushes herself deeper into him, as he stands to his feet lifting her up, thrusting back and forth, slowly, repeatedly, so slow he was, she could feel him entering the depth of her soul, tearing her open, his face was so close to hers she leaned forward a few inches and kissed him. His lips where so cold, she felt herself get soaking wet, this wasn’t from me! Looking at Enzo, his eyes appeared white as he bleeds from his mouth down to his torso, fear enveloped her as Enzo pulls away slowly.

‘I’m with you, always and forever.’ He says. The pale moon light darkened on him as he disappears into thin air.

Oh no! She gasps, waking from her dream. She cries pretty loud on her bed. Her dreams prove once again she had indeed lost Enzo. She remains tormented the remaining hours of the night till dawn. Walking to the tavern that morning, she sees Dustin in a fight with two men. Observing he was a good fighter, she stands watching in astonishment. He head butts one, knocking him out instantly. He waves at Flora, as she leaves his public display of masculinity.

Flora arrives at the tavern and sees Olympia. Olympia happens to be Flora’s only friend since she moved to Dahr Lotos. A sister she is to her, one she never had the privilege to enjoy.

‘Good morning,’ Olympia greets Flora.

‘Morning.’ She replies.

‘You seem not yourself this morning dear friend, home trouble?’ Olympia speaking.

‘More or less.' Flora says.

‘My dreams torment me,’ Flora cries out, leaning on Olympia’s shoulder. She pats her gently on the back,

‘It’s alright. Sometimes, we can’t change things, but leave with them as they are. Everything will be fine,’ she says.

Olympia’s words comfort Flora, helping her scale through the day’s work ahead. At dusk, the tavern is flooded with people, all yelling and cheering as they drank their ale. Flora prepares to go back home. She walks by the alley and notices she is being followed. She takes a different turn from the route leading to her home. Behind her still, the men linger at a distant pace from her. She takes a deep breath and senses they are werewolves.

What next, this is bad! With nothing to defend herself, she knew for sure, she was in for something big.

‘What do you want?’ She yells.

They remain silent, one turns into a wolf advancing towards Flora. She walks backwards slowly, attempting to flee, and bumps into something.

‘I guess this is your idea of not needing any help,’ Dustin says.

He shoots an arrow right into the wolf’s skull; his aim so accurate, fast, and confident. More arrows loose in the dark, he sends three more wolves to the afterlife. The remaining pack dashes away.

‘Thank you, Sir, Thank you,’ she says.

‘We have to leave here now.’ he says.

Flora

mounts Dustin’s beast as they ride in haste to her home.