Chapter two:
They sat in silence for a moment, Leah looking up into the night sky and him studying her face. For one moment he could have sworn he almost saw a ghost of a smile playing on the edges of her lips. A second later though it was replaced by a frown. His eyes must have been playing tricks on him. As corny as it sounded she really did look like an angel sitting there, with the moonlight shinning down on her face. He was almost tempted to tell her just how beautiful she looked, but stopped when he realized that he shouldn't be thinking of things like that. Not anymore, anyway.
"What do you want Sam?" she demanded, interrupting his thoughts.
Even though she was a werewolf now, she looked tiny, fragile even compared to his mammoth body. Yet somehow, she still scared the living hell out of him.
" I was on my way home and I just wanted to drop in and see how you were" he replied. There was no need to mention that if she hadn't been sitting on her porch he wouldn't have come and seen her. He would have just run the perimeter of her house, making sure she was safe. The same thing he did every other night.
Her usual dead eyes flashed with something. Anger? Even angry she was beautiful. Again he was almost tempted to tell her just how beautiful she looked, but stopped when he realized that he shouldn't be thinking of things like that. Not anymore, anyway.
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