Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Before I know it my plate is already empty but Isaac on the other hand is just halfway through his food. How slow can a person eat? I look back down at my plate and try to think of a valid reason as to why it is empty while his looks like it got another portion. Definitely, he got a refill.

"I'm not slow. You're just too fast." He says with a smirk and leans back in his seat and looks at me.

"What? No. I am not." I defend.

"Well you just ate up that full plate of food as though you were in a competition." That is definitely not a nice thing to say to a lady.

"I did no such thing." I say feigning hurt.

"Ha-ha. Oh really?" He asks with a smirk on his foolish face. Who am I kidding, his gorgeous, chiseled face. Stop it Aleisa.

How am I supposed to survive the remaining three days if all that is occupying my mind is thoughts of him? It gets really worse when his eyes stare at me with an unwavering look as if he knows just how much he is weakening my will. He definitely knows.

"Yes. I was very ladylike because I actually had hot male company. You should see me eating in front of Allan and Dylan, it's like world war 3." I say embarrassing myself about my eating habits.

I glanced over at Isaac who had a grin on his face.

"What?" I ask as I stand up and place my empty and dirty plate in the dishwasher. It feels like the hundredth time that I am asking him that ever since we arrived.

"Nothing. You just referred to me as hot male company." He says smugly and shrugs as if it is not a big deal.

"Slip of the tongue." I say, trying to save myself. My cheeks heat up and my hands immediately goes up to cover my flustered cheeks.

"Hmm." He responds unconvinced. “A flustered face does not lie.” He comments and lets out a low whistle.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask even though I know that my red ears have already given me out.

It would have been so much better if I did not get flushed all over my face, including my ears and nose. And what would have made it way much easier is if I did not blush at every smug comment he let out of his mouth that needs mouth wash. I thought I had escaped from Dylan but I have found myself with an exact copy of him.

"I'm not convinced by your answer."

"And why is that?" I ask with a smile as my elbows rest on the island.

"Because... It was a slip of the tongue...... isn't convincing at all." He says as he tries to copy my exact impression.

"Fine. Okay then take it as a compliment." I huff slightly rolling my eyes.

Isaac just leans back in his seat chuckling. I cannot lie but that is an awfully nice sound to listen to.

I stare at him in awe as he chuckles.

"Hey Isaac." I call out, making him stop chuckling.

"Yes?" his eyes are shining with amusement and humor.

"What was going on with your wolf just not so long ago?" I ask but immediately regret it as his face falls.

He stays silent as he stare at me with an unknown emotion. I know that it is too early to ask him about what happened earlier but if I go to sleep with all these questions in my head, I might end up with a huge headache. Plus, this does not strike out as a conversation that should be pushed to later on, his wolf losing its cool is not a good sign.

"I was hoping you wouldn't ask that question." He says with a serious look crossing over his face.

"I bet you expected it at some point." I say trying to sound unfazed by the topic.

"I didn't expect it to be so soon." He defends himself.

"Your freaking wolf lost control and shit happened, you can’t expect me to keep quiet" I respond, the anger in my voice shocks me. I am still going to go on and ask even if he thought I would ask later on.

"Don't ruin the moment." He says. He continues eating his food. How is he not done by now?

What the Fxck? How can he expect me to just ignore something like this? I was the one who encountered his lust filled wolf, even if I did respond to his touch, this is not something that I will ignore. I feel ashamed of myself for the actions that happened earlier and how I seductively rode my hips against him but I could just pin this on the pull of the bond. I cannot the bond and the more we spend time together even for the shortest time, it is growing stronger and judging by how things went so far today…..I do not think that I will be able to stop him if it happens again.

"NO!" I yell as he looks at me, obviously shocked. "I want to know."

"Just let it go." He says still eating his food. He is really trying to avoid the topic but I can be very stubborn and I am not letting this slip

"No. I mean I deserve to know at least. You can't just avoid this. I want to fucking know. Just spit the fucking bullshit, will you?" I say now getting a bit frustrated.

I stand near the dishwashing machine with my hands balled up into fists because of the anger surging up though my body. It irritates me the way he is trying to flip the topic over and sit there as if I am showering him with sweet words when I keep firing a burning stare at him. He looks oddly relaxed when he looks up from his food but the thin line of his lips and his tensed muscles, shows that he is anything but.

"Fine." He says as he drops his fork on his plate, producing a cluttering sound. "Come with me." He says calmly as he grabs my hand and leads me to the back of the house.

The cold air hits my face and I look up at the sky, noticing the sky that is now setting, this day has been filled with chaos I do not even know what to make out of it. I stare at Isaac’s tense form that is still dragging me until we are completely outside and I am staring at the vast forest in front of me.

I watch as Isaac goes behind the trees. I stand there confused and cold in shorts and a shirt, this is not helping at all. I rub my arms with my hands because the cold air that is stinging at my skin. I stare up at the sky that is now dark and smile when the faintest stars start to show and the moon too. I look back at the trees where Isaac went and wonder what he is doing there.

Is he trying to escape from my questions by running away from me? That does not make sense and he does not seem like the type that would just bail on an important talk by leaving the girl in the cold. I look back at the tree and wonder what is happening. Does his wolf losing its control having anything to do with what Alex said about giving Isaac a chance.

A white figure brings me out of thought as it emerges from behind the trees, where Isaac went. I gasp at the color of the wolf as it stares at me. I am a bit terrified but then something tell me that it is Isaac. The only thing I have to back that is the color of the wolf’s eyes, the same blue green color as Isaac.

"Isaac." I say cautiously and it moves closer to me.

I let out my hand and place it on his soft white fur. Why the fuck does he have white fur?  I have never seen a wolf with white fur, not even in my pack. There has been legends and stories of white wolves but it is believed that they are extinct and others say that they are as rare as Lycans.

He nuzzles into my neck as my hand slides through his fur giving me warmth, I cannot seem to believe that this same wolf had lost control. We stay in that position for a while until I let go and he slowly goes back behind the trees leaving me empty and cold. I smile up at the moon and stare back at the trees when I hear the crunching of leaves.

Isaac walks back in his human form with his clothes back on. He walks over to me and the look on his face is neutral.

"I know that you are cold, come on." He says and leads the way back into the house.

“So how was your shifting into your wolf answering my question?" I ask. “And why the heck does your wolf have white fur?" I almost exclaim on the last part.

"Oh yeah. I'm supposed to explain." He says. "Let's go sit down at least." He walks over to the couch and takes a seat. I quickly shuffle after him and sit on the seat opposite him.

“This is going to sound unreal." He says as he lets out a sigh as his hand rests on his forehead.

"I'm a werewolf what can be more unreal than that. Just spit it out." I respond.

"Okay. So have you ever heard of sacred werewolves?" He asks.

I look at him confused. What the hell? Am I supposed to know what that is?

"Judging by your expression... it's a no." He says.

"Just start explaining would you." I say slightly exasperated.

"Okay so.... Sacred werewolves.... they are believed to be direct descendants of the moon goddess." He says as he pauses.

"Go on." I say excited.

"Why the hell are you excited?" He asks with a confused expression.

I also do not know why I am excited but I know that it is probably been long since I heard these types of stories. We were told stories about powerful werewolves known as Lycans when we were younger but the elders never mentioned anything about sacred werewolves.

According to some of the stories I remember, Lycans are the ones who are considered to be direct descendants of the moon goddess and it is believed that they are way much powerful than werewolves and were considered a horrible and dangerous threat to packs.

"Nothing. Just go on." I encourage him with a shrug.

"Anyways sacred werewolves have white fur." He says causing me to gasp. “To answer your question, both Lycans and Sacred werewolves are direct children of the moon goddess but we have a few things that distinguish us.”

That makes sense, a lot actually. At least I now understand a fraction of what is going on.

"You're a sacred werewolf." I let out shocked.

"Should I stop?" He asks obviously exasperated at my reaction.

"Sorry. Go on." I apologize.

"So it's like you know how I'm able to read your thoughts." He says and I nod. "So I have that because it's a blessing among with some other blessings." He rests his back on the couch and runs a hand through his hair as though what he is saying is stressful.

"Whoa. You got more abilities? What is it? Super speed?" I ask excitedly knowing that I'm irritating him.

Super speed would be a really cool super power, I mean I would be down to go on a ride if I am travelling so fast.

"No. But my agility is ten times that of a normal wolf." He rolls his eyes.

"What else can you do?" I ask.

"You'll find later. Just let me finish will you?"

"Oh. My bad." I apologize.

"I bet you've figured out that I'm a sacred werewolf." He says taking a pause. "Now the reason why my wolf was....well you know." He says and closes his eyes.

I know that he does not want to talk about what happened earlier but what type of person and mate would I be if I do not help him when he had just lost control to his wolf.

"Finally." I say and he huffs.

"So my wolf....well he hasn't really taken this whole thing okay. He's been failing to control being away from you." He says silently. Well that makes two of us.

"Is he what happened to that room?" I ask knowing the answer.

"Yes." He answers but it comes out as a whisper.

"Oh my god." I gasp.

"Yah. He...well I couldn't really handle being so near but far from you so that room ended up paying the price." He says letting out a nervous chuckle.

The room was in shreds and I really do not know what to say after I saw the dark color swirling in his eyes. He really did a number on that room and it will need to be refurnished and everything else. All this talk about his wolf losing control and him being a sacred wolf suddenly jolts me back to my conversation with Alex.

"Alex told me you had a reason for rejecting me. I want to know why." I say, I mean it is only safe if he lets out everything since he is finally telling me stuff.

"Oh shit. Alex and his big mouth." He says pulling his hair, silently groaning.