*Formerly called Love Happened*
Mila had an ordinary life. A cute boyfriend. Parents who were still happily married. From an outsider’s perspective, Mila had everything.
Nobody knew just how restless she was.
Neither did she know about the genes t...
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Luca's POV
I had lost complete and utter control of my wolf – which was unnerving as I'd always prided myself on my ability to rein him in. I never lost control of him, but it had been almost impossible to hold him back this time. I could feel my wolf and his triumph right now, and it was infuriating. He'd never come to the surface like that before – at least not without my control – and usually only made such a strong appearance just before I shifted.
I clutched my head in despair. What the hell must she be thinking of me?
Uncle Trevor had quelled my fears that because she was human, she might not feel the same way about me as I did for her. He'd assured me that she would be feeling the pull just as much as I was – if not worse as her wolf was making an appearance. But it didn't feel that way. She'd pushed me away and ran – again. If she felt even an ounce of the attraction and the connection I felt for her, wouldn't she have stayed?
Thinking more about it, I realized that I couldn't blame her for running. I'd come onto her out of nowhere – even if it had been my wolf guiding my actions.
I had toyed with the idea of telling her everything, thinking it would ease her mind – once she got over the shock of everything, of course. But I'd thought better of it at the last minute. I hadn't wanted her to run from me again.
That had happened anyway.
I cursed my wolf for the hundredth time since she left. It took everything within me to stay put in the apartment. I doubted that she'd have reacted well if I'd tried to stop her from leaving, or gone after her. My wolf was impulsive, and hedonistic. He thought that those few brief moments of touching her were worth anything, and didn't understand what a major setback this was. Even though it had nearly killed me to do so; I'd let her go.
I wandered over to the large window on the far wall of the apartment, and glanced at the sky. There would be a full moon in two and a half weeks. I had to tell her before then. Uncle Trevor's research stressed just how vital that was. Would she think me a freak once I told her the truth? Abnormal? No sane person would take the existence of werewolves lightly, and the thought of what she might do once she found out was terrifying. I hoped she'd understand. I hoped that she'd still want me once she realized what we were to one another.
Soulmates.
The word no longer made my heart skip a beat in anticipation, thinking of the moment it would happen to me. Instead, it caused a sense of despair to go through me. Everyone wanted me to wait until the full moon to tell her – when the evidence would be right in front of her. Wait until she couldn't deny it, when she would have no choice but to accept it.
I couldn't do that. I had to warn her.
For now, I'd try to think of a way to explain away my behaviour today before I saw her next – which would be tomorrow in class. Oh joy, I thought derisively. I'd get to stand in front of a classroom of students and watch her human boy fawn all over her.
