Chapter 35
Tears fell down my cheeks and I quickly tried to wipe them away.
“A monster I whispered.
He stepped closer to me.
“I don’t understand he said, keeping his tone low. “Explain it to me p>
“Can’t you see it with your eyes? On the night of the full moon, I become this… this monster!” I yelled. “I’m not normal and Shirly was right, I could never be the Luna that your pack needs. I’m a freak, Elliot. You are better off without me p>
I thought he would have walked away or yelled at me. But what I wasn’t expecting was for Elliot to fall to his knees in front of me and look at me with such compassion that my heart nearly exploded in my chest.
“You are not a monster, Silver,” he said, his tone firm and yet filled with sincerity. “You are different, but you are not a monster. You are my wife, and you are still the Luna of this pack. I don’t care what Shirly said to you. Whatever this is, we will figure it out p>
“How can you say that? Look at me, Elliot p>
His image became blurry as more tears filled my eyes.
He grabbed my face in his hands and held it steady as he gazed into my eyes.
“You are beautiful, Silver,” he whispered.
I couldn’t handle the emotional overload anymore and I broke down completely. I let out the sobs I’d been holding, and my entire body was shaking as I cried. I felt Elliot’s warm arms wrap around my body and pull me into him. His embrace was inviting and made me feel so safe. I let myself cry as he held me, and he said nothing for a long while.
He ran large circles around my back, brushing the damp pieces of hair out of my face and peppering kisses along my forehead. He whispered soft things that made my heart swell; telling me that it was going to be okay and that I was okay.
His words made me feel a sense of security that I wasn’t familiar with.
Nobody in my life knew about this secret. I was so scared of others finding out and yet here Elliot was, taking care of me like I wasn’t a monster or a freak.
I buried my face in his chest and breathed in his scent, allowing it to calm me.
“How about you draw something for me?” He whispered. “Or you could draw another portrait of me p>
I knew he was using my drawing as a distraction, and I appreciated it.
I peeked up at him and nodded.
He kissed my forehead once more before he stood and grabbed my paint supplies. As soon as I left the comfort of his arms, I felt the anxieties and fears returning to me. But it only lasted a moment before he was returned to me with my supplies.
“Can I use you as a canvas?” I asked a little shyly.
I just needed an excuse to touch him and be close to him.
A small smile formed on his lips as he unbuttoned his shirt. I watched with bated breath as he stripped off his shirt and placed it on the ground beside us.
I dipped my brush in the red paint, and I began to paint a rose on his chest. He watched me with dark eyes as I ran the brush across his flesh. His breathing grew heavy and started to match mine.
Once the rose was done, I leaned against him and allowed him to hold me.
“How long does this usually last?” He asked, holding me tightly against him.
“Until sunrise,” I told him.
“This is why you’ve been pushing me off you?” He asked the question as if realization had just dawned on him.
I nodded as more tears formed in my eyes.
“I never meant to make it seem like I was rejecting you,” I admitted. “I was just so afraid p>
He didn’t say anything and for a long while, we remained seated in silence. When the sun began to rise the pain in my head started to subdue.
He looked at me with such wonder on his face for a moment and when I looked down at my hair, I saw that it was back to normal.
He ran his fingers down the side of my face.
With a pounding heart, I leaned up and kissed him deeply on the lips.