Chapter 27

Brielle's POV

I liked sitting there like this with Blake. It was not bad at all being with him. It was peaceful and comforting. Being the only person I am close with besides my grandparents was comforting. I felt safe with him. I laid my head on his shoulder and continued to immerse myself in the moon. It feels surreal that I feel safe in the presence of a werewolf.

How can such myths exist? I guess I wouldn't believe it myself until I saw it for myself. I have yet to come to terms with the soulmates stuff. After what happened with my parents, I don't believe in soul mates. After some time, things change and people change as well. Would that be different for werewolves? Besides that, there is a lot I don't know about his life. Being his mate can't be the only thing that will bring us together. There are many determining factors involved that will play a role in my deciding if I want to accept our bond or not. I will need to know what I am getting myself into.

I thought I couldn't be off by his voice. " Brielle, are you comfortable or would you like to leave?" he asks with concern laced in his tone. My heart flutters at the sound of his voice, making me shiver.

" No, I am fine. We can stay a little longer," I managed to say nervously. I could hear him smile even though I couldn't see his face while laying my head on his shoulder.

" Alright. We will go when you want to."

Why did my heart react like that? I place my hand on my chest to feel the steady beat of my heart. A moment ago, it felt like it skipped a beat. Something must be wrong with me. I dismissed those thoughts and sat back comfortably.

" Hey," Blake begins.

" Mmh?" I hummed sleepily. Blake's shoulder was surprisingly comfortable. I felt the urge to sleep.

" I realized that both of us don't know much about each other," he paused and turned to look at me. I raised my head from his shoulder to look at him.

He was right. We have not talked much about ourselves. Especially me. I even know a secret of his, but he doesn't know anything about me.

" Well... I was wondering if we could talk about that," he continued reluctantly. I could see that he was holding back and didn't want to overstep.

" Okay. What do you want to know?" He was shocked that I agreed to talk without any snarky remarks. I dont mind talking about myself to him. I would say that we are close enough.

" Go ahead. You can ask me anything," I nudged his shoulder, urging him.

" Oh, yes," he cleared his throat, coming back to his senses.

" Well, for starters. I had never seen you here before you arrived. Where did you live?"

I averted my gaze and looked at the moon.

" Yes, I am not from here. My grandparents lived here and this is where my mom grew up. I lived with my parents in Cherryville, but they got divorced, and I decided to come here for a fresh start," replied to his question summarizing the story.

" I am sorry to hear that. It must have been a tough time for you to see your parents separate."

I let out a humorless laugh. " Not really. Believe it or not, they are better off separated," I paused and looked at him.

" What was tough was seeing them argue and fight all the time. I wanted it to end even if it meant they would end up going their separate ways."

There was a brief moment of silence between us. I started playing with my fingers and as I recalled those awful moments my mother cried herself to sleep. No one should suffer for love like that.

" Are you an only child?" Blake asks, changing the subject.

" Hmm... not really."

" How so?"

" Well, I guess I am an only child to my mother and father. But my father is expecting another child with his new partner."

" Oh, I get you," he says, sounding awkward.

" So, what about friends or a boyfriend? Are there people you miss back home?" He kept stealthily glancing at me waiting for me to respond. I smiled and shook my head. I knew what he truly wanted to know.

" I was a loner. I still am," I paused, and he seemed to relax.

" But I do have one friend, and he is the only person I miss back home besides my mom," I said to him, observing his reaction. He looked bothered but held back from bombarding me with questions.

" It's a "he"?"

I smile and suppress the urge to laugh. He totally sounded jealous.

" Anthony is my one and only friend. We are basically siblings. I wish he could have come with me. I miss him."

It seemed like a good enough answer because his expression changed.

" Oh yeah? What is he like?"

" He is like a ray of sunshine. I didn't feel like a loner when we were together. He understood me and I could be myself around him rather than with other people. He knows me more than anyone."

I felt Blake touch my hand. I stared at him in confusion.

" What?"

" And me?" He asks

" What do you think about me?" I was taken off guard by his question.

I don't know if he realized it or not, but his eyes changed color and we're now gold. I gasped, looking at him, but I didn't move. I kept staring at him with admiration and I unconsciously ended up touching his face. Our faces leaned toward each other and none of us attempted to stop. I felt like someone possessed my body and compelled my body and urged me to move.

Once our faces were closed and a breath away, I closed my eyes. I felt his soft lips touch my own as he kissed me. He suddenly picked me up and put me on top of his lap with his arms wrapped around my waist. My eyes flew open, and I held onto his broad shoulders. He looked at me, his eyes still glowing. It was as if he was giving me a chance to pull away, but I didn't want to, so I did something I would never do. I smashed my lips on his. He reciprocated, and we engaged in a heated kiss under the moonlight. I gave him my first kiss.