A Light In The Darkness

Chapter 5

I'm being carried somewhere. I'm not sure what is going on. Am I dreaming? Kevin must have hit me hard.. Is he trying to get rid of my body? Should I move? I'm being placed into a car. Wait.

"Mollie, where is Mollie?" I can't see. Click. The car light is turned on.

"Ow please, no light!" It clicks off quickly. I feel something touch my arm and I feel a shock. But it doesn't hurt.. I smile. The car starts moving.

"Mmmm" I moan "William? Is it you?" I reach out and feel a hand wrap around my back.

"Yes, Miss Jackson. Its me." He pulls me into his chest and I can hear his heart beating. I snuggle into him, he smells like pine. I feel safe for the first time, in a long time.

"I told you, it's Layla.." I whisper as I drift off to sleep.

William's POV

I need to find out how to fix this stupid curse.My head starts to hurts and I hear Samson laugh. He is not a bad wolf. Just self centered. I need to find my mate before I'm forced to choose some random titled wolf. My head starts throbbing again

Damn, I don't know how much longer I can keep Samson from appearing. How am I supposed to find my mate. I'll have to find another way. Ah the library. I need Indiana's werewolf history. Human's can be so ignorant sometimes. We hide things right under their nose. Well really, they just got the book I need after it was sold from Covington Library. Most of the Covington residents are some type of paranormal. As soon as I walk in something feels off. A witch must have out some type of spell in this library.

"Hello, sir can I help you?" A middle aged woman asks me.

"Yes, I'm looking for Indiana's werewolf history? I was told the book came in today?"

"Yes I just sent Layla to stock them! She is the young lady with the long brown hair."

"Thank you." She smiles.

"Anytime." I walk to the back and see a young woman with the cart stocking a book. She is small and skinny. But her hair is long and curly.

"Eh-hem, Miss" She gasps, but turns around quickly.

"Yes, how can I hel- woah," She has looked up because she is so short, she has beautiful deep green eyes. She is very small up close. Maybe five foot two inches and about one hundred pounds, if that. She is beautiful. I start to smile. She looks nervous.

"Can you help me?" I ask. Someone in the air feels strange. But I can't help but smile. I hope I'm not freaking her out.

"Yes! I'm so sorry, what can I help you with?" She is whispering, good thing my wolf hearing is excellent.

"I'm looking for Indiana's werewolf history?" I ask, I can see her curiosity but she doesn't pry.

"Of course, we just got a book in today on the subject! Let me grab it for you!" She says but then she turns around and knocks her book cart over. Books bounce off the shelf. Her cheeks turn red, but she starts to pick them up.

"Here, let me help." I start helping her pick up books. Our fingers touch as we both reach for the same book. Something about trolls? When we touch it feels like I'm being shocked but its not painful. She looks like she's going to faint and grabs my arm to steady herself.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to shock you!"

"Oh, you feel that too?" I ask, I'm confused. Is this what I think it is?

"Yes I'm sorry. Ah, here's the book!" She starts to hand it to me but I need to see if she is a wolf so I go in to smell her. She flinches and that hurts me. Who made her feel the need to flinch? I move her hair away from her neck and breathe in. I smell lavender, but no pack scent. She's not a wolf? I could just ask and then I pull away..

"Are you, human?" I whisper

She gives me a strange look. But then she laughs. Is that a yes? She only confuses me more.

"No, I'm an elf. What are you?" She says with a laugh. I'm not sure what to do. She reaches down to pick up more books and I decide to help. She is probably so creeped out. Why did I feel this way? She smells human but they feeling she just gave me feels like what i've been described a mate bond connection feels like

"How old are you?"

"I'm seventeen but turning eighteen in nine days. Why?" That would be why. She hasn't matured yet. A werewolf is human until they turn eighteen. I keep looking at her. I don't mean to stare but she is so beautiful. I need to introduce myself. I reach out to shake her hand but she flinches, again. Which makes Samson roar. Why?

"I'm William Fowler, what is your name?" I tell her. She reaches to shake my hand. I'm being shocked but she still shakes my hand. Is she feeling this too?

"My name is Layla Jackson. I have never seen you here before. Where are you from?" She asks. I notice her eye is bruised but it looks a few days old.

"Covington, only two hours away. What happened to your eye?" I ask.

"It was an accident, like Covington University. Are you in college there? Is that why you need the book?" She asks, she is lying and trying to change the subject.

"Hmm, no I'm not in college. I am twenty-two. Why are you lying about your eye Miss Jackson?"

"Please call me Layla, and I'm not lying." She is pleading with her eyes to let it go. So I do, for now.

"Okay, Layla." I smile.

"Okay, well I have to get back to work. But enjoy your book and Jenny up front will check you out!" She smiles at me. I'm disappointed she is asking me to leave.

"Yes of course. I hope we meet again, Miss Jackson." Before she can correct me I walk away. I hear her start putting the books onto the shelf again. I feel different.