Control
Hayley threw her head back, her hair cascading away from her face.
Elijah eyes darted back towards her.
The veins in her eyes thickened and he watched as they grew gold. Eventually her iris transformed into a topaz glare and her teeth tightened into a snarl.
Hayley adopted a crouched position her nails now lengthened into claws. They sank deeper into the mud and Elijah realised the pain she was going through. It was antagonising to watch.
She was trying to fight the inevitable. He hoped this was not due to his presence. A werewolf bite was not lethal to him and he had no intention of leaving her.
Hayley roared the deafening sound echoing through the forest and then came the sprouting of her canine fangs.
Elijah took a step back in shock.
He heard her heart surpassing the human rate. He found himself watching her with both awe and agony.
Suddenly however her eyes darted to his and Elijah's grew confused at what he saw next. Hayley's eyes flickered back to their usual chocolate colour and her body sighed in a relief then panting to catch her breath.
He rushed over to her side immediately but she jerked back and kicked him harshly as a reflex.
Elijah wiped the blood off his lip with an expression of surprise.
Hayley swallowed and pounced to her feet.
"Sorry." She spoke to him quickly.
Elijah took a step forwards but Hayley growled her eyes dimming from yellow to caramel to brown once again.
"Hayley." Elijah spoke cautiously.
"Elijah-you..." found herself struggling to speak.
"You need to get out of here." She stared at him directly.
Elijah's expression grew stern.
"I'm not going anywhere." he replied firmly.
Hayley felt an anger rise up inside her, her skin burning her eyes glowing yellow once again.
They then dimmed.
Elijah discovered that she was controlling it. He'd heard about this before but only older werewolves had any sort of ability, strangely it didn't surprise him Hayley had this skill. If anyone was to find a loop hole, an idea, a technique it would be her.
Hayley took a few second to grasp command.
"This isn't a time to argue." She spat.
"I won't be able to hold it for much longer. It must be post pregnancy making the process slower." She calculated out loud.
Elijah stood rooted to his spot.
"God damit Elijah, leave." she instructed him but he neared her anyway.
Hayley backed away from him step by step until she hit a tree.
Elijah had a dark look about him which confused her and intrigued her all the same.
He stepped up to her moving her fringe out of her eyes and looked down at her, his body pressing against hers.
She was burning but he was cool.
Hayley's eyes festered once again and her fangs bared. Elijah didn't even flinch. His fingers stroked her reddened cheek bringing her humanity back to him.
Hayley hung her head low not wanting him to see her in her cursed form. It wasn't a pretty sight.
The werewolf gene was a curse.
Elijah tipped he chin up towards him making her look at him.
"I love you." He spoke firmly with a raw emotion.
"In every shape or form."
That grabbed her attention and her eyes darted to him with surprise. Never had she thought that she would hear those words in this situation from this man.
Elijah opened his mouth to continue but before he could Hayley kissed him passionately, he returned the move wholeheartedly despite being taken aback as Hayley tasted his blood from the cut on his lip.
She eventually drew away from him and found herself licking her lips unconsciously.
She bit her lip as she realised he has seen her.
Elijah smirked and Hayley narrowed her eyes, despite the insanity around them they still managed to have a light playful moment which was dark all the same.
Her hand then twisted around the lapels of his coat and yanked him towards her so that she was once again against the tree with him leaning over her.
Her lips hovered near his ear.
"I wanted to say that first." She whispered angrily.
Elijah gripped her pushing her back wanting to see her face, he watched her with a glimmer in his eyes knowing that never in a million years would this woman cease to amaze him.
"This isn't going to be pretty." She warned him.
"In every shape or form." He repeated and she knew it was a vow.
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