Booki Chapter39
Love Mark
Mother Earth hears her cries. Her tears start to wet the dirt. The moon is shining down on them, her light giving a spotlight show.
“Why?” Her voice sounds fragile. Her heart must be causing her pain because she’s clutching at her chest. Isn’t love supposed to bring you pleasure?
His wolf is still half out, smelling my neck as his skin side tries to pull his head away. The wolf snaps its jaws toward Kennedy; the loud click of teeth can’t be missed. He does this again, snapping its jaw. Violent waves spasm his skin from the inside, ripping the flesh. He’s back at my neck, smelling, licking flesh. A heartbreaking whimper pours out his throat. His forehead touches mine. The wolf’s eyes meet mine and hold. His nose is touching, nudging into me. Another raw whimper hits my ears.
The wolf does not look away. The both of us are very still now. His half- clawed hand brushes against my cheek, sniffing inside my mouth. A tear–a stray, lonely tear–starts its descent downward. Its path is blocked by whiskers trying to poke through clean flesh. Another whimper from the fur side calls to my soul, as if he’s in agony.
The wolf starts to cry its way
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moon to hear, a begging, a pleading.
His nature is only wanting to breathe me in. Writhing, twisting on himself, he uses my body to hold himself up as bones break, muscles tear, only to try to go back again. Groans tumble out his mouth, along with
great, high–pitched whines. His lips pullback in a snarl to Kennedy, snapping at her while nuzzling me, gently biting my jaw without leaving marks.
Panting in, breathing out.
I’m watching a war unfold where both sides are even matches. Which constitution will win?
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The turning point in the battle comes when his
green eyes turn toward Kennedy, He’s still resting against me, no space between us. He’s like a rock, hardened without give.
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I inhale him in, nose touching skin.
Now he turns to me, his eyes on mine. Our noses are so close, the tips almost touch. His hand comes up exactly like his wolf just did, except no claws are out. Just his flesh touching my flesh.
Magnetic, the draw to him is intense. Raw moon power pulls us toward each other in a collision of epic proportion.
“Clayton.” It’s choked out, a desperate wail. Her hands are now gripping into the earth as if it could somehow provide her with support. Her heart shredding. She looks like a perfect broken picture, shattered, destroyed beyond repair.
He takes a step away from me, going to her. He kneels with her now. His knees will stain with grass.
“Why?” The both of them face each other.
“I can’t explain it,” he says with a shake of his head.
“Do you love her?” Her lips tremble, little hiccups coming out every now and then. Her tears don’t stop.
“No, Ilove you.”
“Then why are you here?” Her voice is so soft while she looks into his eyes.
“I can’t help myself. I can’t fight it anymore.” She starts to sob. He holds her to his chest, her head resting on his shoulder.
He’s her rock. Too bad it’s starting to crack and crumble apart right underneath her.
“What’s going to happen?” she asks him, like he has answers.
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“I don’t know.” His lips are on her forehead. Not the answer she was looking for as she starts retching on my lawn. Bile from the pit of her stomach is making its way out,
I’m standing there watching them. Is this how marriages fall apart, with one party being attracted to another, not in love but in lust? Willing to break trust for just a taste of that wicked desire?
“I don’t want him. He has nothing I need,” I say to the both of them. I watch as his shoulders tense up, while she holds him closer to her.
“I need you,” he says to me. He looks at Kennedy. “But Ilove you.” “You can’t have me!” My voice raises to a harsh hiss.
“I’ll fight for you. You’re worth my fight. I could kill her, sever the bond. You would be only mine.” She has his head in her hands as she tells him this. He looks at me, contemplating her offer.
Part of me wants to give Kennedy and Clayton western justice. I look toward a tree, trying to find a branch that can support both their weights. They went into this together; they can go out together. Death is absolute, and I have fantasized, If given the opportunity again, could I end her? Could I drink from the throat of life?I can’t. He’s just not worth that need in me anymore.
I don’t need to see that fantasy fulfilled.
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His wolf strikes her throat hard, clamping it in his powerful jaw. He’s on all fours now, skin changing to fur. Blood starts to pool underneath Kennedy as her fists start hitting a back that is curving, stretching his shirt so tight it’s splitting down the middle. His wolf has decided he’s thirsty and needs to drink from her throat of life. He must not have taken too kindly to her threat. The wolf has just taken a giant leap into insanity.
His head shakes back and forth, tearing at the skin, ripping it apart as if it were the haunches of a deer. Her body swings back and forthwith the force, hands hanging limply at her side. Blood, more blood than I have ever seen, is oozing out from her gaping wounds. She doesn’t look like herself, eyes half open, lips parted and blue tinged. He gets control of himself. With shaky hands, he tries to stop the bleeding.
“What have you done?” Running toward them, I see he’s trying to stop the flow of blood with his fingers, but it’s seeping out the cracks. Now instead of grass stains, he wears his moon’s blood while the real one watches on.
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