Get out of my pack

ZADOK

Ithra disappeared from my eyes.

I rushed to the corridors where I saw her go but couldn’t find her.

My eyes went through the stairs, breathing heavily. With one glance up, I saw her shadow headed to the right on the second floor, and I rushed through the flight of stairs with the agility of an eagle, eager to see her.

On getting to the top of it, I went the same way I saw her walk and was led to a large balcony that saw the entire pack. Wind pushed her short hair back, making the soft skin of her neck visible.

For the first time, I thought her short hair wasn’t that bad. It couldn’t be if I had the pleasure of seeing such beauty. I watched her eyes flutter close as she took a deep breath, seeming relieved.

My steps slowed as I walked towards her, memorising every inch of her body and committing it to memory. She was beautiful, every curve, and every inch. And she was mine.