To Want You

50

My tongue splutters out the first thing that comes to mind.

"So, how has school been?" I say, only to give myself a mental slap. Nice. This is the perfect way of starting a conversation. The cliche question of asking about school. If I were in his shoes, I know I'd be annoyed to be asked that.

"I got a perfect score on my pop quiz today," Nathan replies, much to my surprise. And it doesn't look like he's annoyed at all. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it's just me who hates getting asked about school. I was never good at them anyway so why bother asking.

"Really? How much?"

"A hundred."

He reminds me of Abel who always had perfect scores back when we were in high school.

"Awesome. What subject was it?"

"Chemistry."

And now I'm intimidated. With an awkward laugh, I choose to bring up a new question. My gaze lands on Clever's figure reflecting from the rear mirror and thus begin my teasing game. "I heard Clever got a girlfriend today."

The boy looks at me with wide terrified eyes and immediately shakes his head as a no. "I do not!"

Both Nathan and I then erupt in giggles.

Let's forget about work today and have fun.

Meanwhile, within the walls of Abel's Mansion.

Author's Pov

Abel's Mansion; Known to have the best view in all of the city. It has the best sight to see the sun rise and the stars shine the brightest when night falls on earth. It's the one closest to the forest.

The Mansion is a series of rectangles constructed of steel and glass.

It was unapologetically modern.

It stood amidst the manicured lawn as if beamed there rather than constructed.

The roof was flat and there was no visible chimney.

Everything was geometric, which I guess you could say about almost any pitched roof abode with square windows, but on this mansion, you couldn't help but notice it.

The front door was metallic and opened with both a key pad and a biometric scanner. A huge fountain sits in the middle of the area with a white statue of an alpha and beta protecting their kind. Water flows alongside the smoothness of a light.

Inside was minimalist in an extravagant way. The walls were fashionable shades of white and the floor polished black tiles that only accentuate the beauty of the mansion.

There was no sentimentality for chintz but on the walls were the most astonishing black and white photographs of close up animal shots. It was clean and pleasant to the sight. Not a thing out of place. There was no clutter of shoes or jackets, no clutter of any kind.

The only organic matter insight was white orchids on the dark cherry coffee table.

The kitchen was large enough for an army of chefs, there were two ovens and acres of brown flecked white granite on which to prepare food. But in the cupboards, there were no pots or pans, no spatulas, or sieves.

Upstairs every room was en-suite with a plasma screen, a king-sized bed, and a walk in wardrobe.

The house basically looked like a cut out from Architects Today magazine.

It was beautiful. But not in the old world quaint kind of way everyone is usually drawn to.

The night sky is peaceful tonight.

Abel continues to stare out the window. Even in the velvet dark, there is the light of the stars, perhaps a promise that even when we yearn for the light of the sun there will be those stars to bring the hope of the dawn.

It is always the light we crave, for without it what is our world?

Would be become creatures of the night forever to scuttle and hide from predators imagined or real?

Either way, we seek the light, the chance to stand up and be strong, to see the beauty and be beautiful.

For the ability to see others and ourselves, to see nature and her stunning variation is a great gift to each and every one.

Abel drags his fingers across his silver hair in a frustrated manner. Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, he glares at the moon displayed beyond the dean of his window.

Even in his own house, she still hunts him in his mind. Elka. The thought of her name takes him back to the time he caught her cornered by a man in that room. That time, something within him had snapped unseeingly. It probably started then.

When the urge of needing to have her in his peripheral view became a must. Just thinking about it makes him grit his jaw.

Just who is she?

Why does she make him feel this way?

Why is it that every time he sees Elka Miller, a sense of possessiveness and sadness flushes over him?

Every time that happens, It leaves him feeling drained and exhausted. He feels his heart pulsing on its own whenever she's near. Not to mention the weird sensation his wolf gives him whenever they pick up her scent.

A sense of familiarity would wash over them. He's beyond confused. He doesn't know why he's feeling this way. It's not like she's his mate. But even if she was, he'd be the first one to know that.

So why?

It's been a hectic busy day. He feels a little bit sorry for making her run around the building. She must've thought he was weird.

Abel shakes his head and tries to rid of these unnecessary thoughts. Even for a wolf, it's not always healthy to drown yourself with too much stress.

Soon he picks up a familiar scent coming from the entrance of his mansion. Specifically, the door downstairs.

She finally arrived. Even after throwing all that fit through the phone, she still came. A smirk of amusement tugs the sides of Abel's lips as he waits for her to make her entrance.

And it doesn't take that long before she pops up in the living room.