To Kill Luna
"When we are under the spell, we get this feeling to get closer to each other, but our existence outside the spell repels against that. We are two positive charges that can not stick together, but the spell doesn't understand wealth, class nor pack. When you are under it, you just are, you don't fight it.
You get this feeling you can't shake, a spell that binds your soul with another. You don't get this attraction. You get an obsession and the higher power you have the more your feelings are. You are able to fight off the link between us because of your ignorance of the existence of our race. I am a servant to my pack, but I am a slave to you. No matter my inability to love, I will love you because you are mine, and I am under the spell."
"As far as romantic proposals go, I have heard better ones," I said getting up to leave the library.
"You are in the real world, Kate. Your romantic books are not manual for how to live your life," he said in his practical monotone voice.
"Well, I am sorry to tell you. You can't ask a soon librarian to be to marry you with your business like reasoning," I said.
"I am not marrying you. For the love of god, we are mates!" he roared.
"Whatever, you need to chill. For someone who is so uptight, you are quite the dreamer. You remind me of a character I read in fantasy books. You know the ones that go all fury. Except they are made up characters in a made-up world and you. Well, you are in a real world with a made-up mentality. For the last time, there is no such a thing as a mate. I might believe there is such a thing as 'the one', but I am not that lost to think 'the one' can be my soul mate. There are a lot of 'the ones' in our lifetime, and besides, I don't even know you."
"Is this some sort of act, or do you actually believe what you are saying?" he asked through a clenched jaw.
"I am done with this weird act that you are playing."
"Sit down!" he commanded.
"Make me," I dared.