I spot the wolf in the woods before he even marks me. I sense him from the east side of the house as the others surround it. I remain calm and sip on my alcohol. He remains silent and quite for a good few minutes. I think he is taking me in because his gaze is scorching. I can feel it all over my body and I surprisingly can't decide how I feel about it yet.
His eyes are intense, a deep amber. Like...
I chuckle and take another gulp of booze. I didn't really get drunk. My biological system always expels any unnatural substances that enter my blood streams at a very high rate, but it didn't stop me from getting buzzed though. I can't get piss drunk, but it's enough to drown his absence when I need to sleep.
The wolves on my south side seem to be passing through as they just toss me a glance and keep moving. It's crazy how this pack seems so close to exposing themselves to a human. I mean it's true they are trying to blend into the trees but ultimately, for humans, it's about feelings. Human beings have the most powerful senses of all species on earth. Some call it intuition while others a sixth sense but it's all the same thing.
Humans can detect motion, moving or still if they concentrate well enough. Especially the kind centered on them.
My eyes snap back to the wolf in my front sight, I see the moment his gazes meet mine and he doubts himself. He turns around and looks the other way thinking am looking at somebody else but then he turns back and realizes I am looking at him.
I clock the moment his animal instinct overtakes his human mind and he moves.
Stalks more like, I think.
I take a whole second to think and make to stand when another wolf rans into the other guy and I raise a brow. It seems like a distraction from exposing himself to me though.
Smart guy, I think.
"Let the wolves continue breathing for now, I need some shut eye"
I stand and pick up my empty bottles then toss the fighting wolves one more glance and enter my house.
When I have cleared up my mess and taken another shower I head to bed and run my thoughts through the day's events. A feeling of loneliness creeps in as I stare at my ceiling. The binding thread hums to life and I know in that moment he is trying to reach out too.
I fucking hate this shitty feeling.
The thought and said shitty feeling dances around in my mind and being for a few minutes before I force myself into a deep slumber.
Morning is the same singing routine I have been enduring for the past weeks, and I groan into the pillow. I fucking hate these little fuckers now officially. I wonder what can be done to stop the little buggers from chirping so much. It takes a few minutes in bed brainstorming for me to come up with a few suggestions. Clearly, I couldn't put up a soundproof wall because of the windows.
Or maybe...
do they make noise proof windows?
Quickly I reach for my mobile and ask good old uncle google.
Apparently, they do.
"75 - 95 percent reduction on external noise blur blur blur... am getting them" I make to search the internet within the area of my current location and find that I could order custom made windows and get to work. Luckily the lady says they would come through for measurements during the weekend and install during the week. Hopefully I could oversleep Tuesday morning.
"Now I can go shopping" I mutter and toss my phone to the side and get up. Today I didn't have clients. I had purposely left it open after finding out that I lived in a supernatural environment. I was going to meet my fellow townsfolks and get acquainted.
When I was done with the basic routine and dressed, I got in my car and pulled out of my driveway. It took a few minutes for me to get into town Centre and I wasn't impressed. I mean sure it was a small town but damn... I at least expected some restaurants and shit, but this place was kind of dry. They had diners and cafes and whatever small towns had but ultimately, they only had two restaurants apparently.
I found this out painfully when my stomach grumbled violently after my second store. I remembered how I gobbled down alcohol last night plus the sex and realized I hadn't had breakfast. I was low key starving and junk would not do. I needed a whole meal that would be sufficient enough to fill my breakfast share and lunch.
I packed across the road on the other side of the restaurant. It was an old brick red building that if am being honest kind of impressed me. I loved the architectural style of the town in general, and this was no different. It's walls were encased in numerous shades of flowers that run up and down the building. The name read "Swirl" and I blinked at its simplicity. I didn't get it but figured they made a mean spaghetti pasta since it's the only food we swirl.
Someone in uniform opened the double doors for me. A young human with stunning green peepers and an equally beautiful smile. And the crazy part? He was a dude. Men are pretty too I agree but not this pretty. I kind of paused at the door to actually take the kid in. He's weight put him at around 65 kgs and height around six feet one at best. However, his emotions were what really made me pause. He smelled of happiness.
It was the first time in my entire life I had met someone who smelled of happiness.
NOBODY was this happy.
EVER.