The Lone Wolf

~~THREE~~

"No Flower, your eyes. Your eyes have turned gold."

"Oh...I see.." I squeak out, mortified that I just made an utter fool of myself. Aurora must have gotten temporarily excited about him.

"You are so adorable, it's unbearable."

I bite my lip, and another soft growl rumbles from Dakota. I swear his brown eyes turn pitch black for a split second, but he closes them and steps back...reluctantly?

"Go ahead and fix you a plate, I'm going to go take a shower first. Are there some spare clothes I can borrow?"

"They're in the guest bedroom...I didn't know long you'd need to stay and heal."

He opens his eyes again, a soft look in them now.

"Thank you Fleura. I don't know if I would've survived if you hadn't helped me."

"It's okay...you saved me first." I whisper, not really used to praise.

He raises a hand to my cheek, brushing his knuckles across it softly. After which he walks towards the bathroom, leaving me alone in the kitchen with the food he prepared. I begin fixing my plate, filling it with pancakes, sausage and scrambled eggs. I make my coffee with milk and sugar, pinching a bit of cinnamon into the mix as well as I almost drown my pancakes in maple syrup.

I eat and drink quietly as I listen to the water run in the shower, but I notice the time is ten minutes to nine, and I scarf down the rest of my food before I take off towards my room in haste. My shift at the library starts at 9:30, I can't be late.

I hurriedly brush through my hair, sleeping with it damp making it curly. I try throw it in a ponytail before giving up and going for a messy bun, letting my bangs fall over my scar. I pull on a pair of jeans and a brown long sleeve shirt, then one of my favorite pairs of ankle boots.

I grab my purse and fly out my bedroom, only to collide into Dakota...who's wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. His long hair wet and dripping down his chest and back. I wrench my eyes away from his body and stumble back.

"I-I'm so s-sorry!" I stutter out.

How many times can I embarrass myself in one hour?

"It's alright little one, are you leaving?"

I nod. "I have to go to work at the library. My shift starts in twenty minutes."

"Oh, would it be alright if I come with you? My truck is actually in town with my things in it."

"Sure, just...hurry please. I don't want to be late."

I ask as I keep my eyes down, edging my way towards the kitchen slowly.

"Of course, I'll be right out."

The sound of the guest room door closing lets me know that I can look up again, I go to put away all the food for later, leaving out some for Dakota to eat along the way. After that I go to stand by the back door, waiting for him to finish getting dressed.

His truck and belongings...does that mean he's leaving? I mean, it's only logical now that he's healed...and he no doubt has to go back home to his pack...but...