sorry this took so long to upload. I've been really busy, but I'm going to try my best to keep on it!


"Purple Light" – Daniel Burciaga

Baby I love you / In every single way / Please try to believe me / Every single word I say / And I see your whole body surrounded by the sun / In timeless purple light


I opened my eyes to find that me and Paul were still on the floor in the kitchen. I guess I must have dozed off there for a while, considering that the sun was now gone and the annoying songbirds finally shut the hell up. I couldn't shake the overwhelming comfort I was feeling right now in Paul's nice, strong, warm…shit! Fuck, I can't be falling for this asshole!

Yet, lying in Paul's arms made everything negative disappears. I struggled to remember those girls at school who teased and bothered me. I couldn't recall why I was angry with my mother and stepfather. Shit, I can't for the life of me, remember as to why I've refused Paul's affection! It was almost as if Paul's embrace was a shield that guarded me from bad thoughts, making me completely at bliss with him.

My head was resting on his chest, permitting me to hear his melodic heartbeats that served as a reminder that I wasn't alone. I'd hear the gentle thumps of his heart, reassuring me that his was lying beside me. That he was real.

Damn, even his breathing was symbolic. When Paul exhaled through his nose, the warm air caressed my face, warming up my facial appendages; particularly my nose. Usually my face is freezing at night, but now with Paul's breathing, all of me was warm and comfortable.

It was as if everything Paul did, whether it was holding me, breathing, living, anything he did at all, was meant for me somehow.

The wind howled around the house, making a nearby tree shake violently. The branches whipped back and forth, even scratching the window. There was an eerie screech from the glass, sounding out through the home. A shiver traveled down my spine and I tensed my body at the creepy noise.

Immediately, as soon as I displayed the slightest show of fear, Paul unleashed a menacing growl. He shifted from behind me to crouching over me in a defensive form; both of his arms on either side of my body, his legs wound up and ready to leap to attack, his head alert and searching for the danger. His lip curled over his teeth and he let out a low snarl, even making me a little timid. Fuck, I need to remember to never piss Paul off. His powerful chest heaved with the deep, angry breaths he was taking, making it puff out and look larger. He strained his arms, making his biceps bulge and appear stronger. The part that scared me was his face. Paul's still-yellow eyes pierced the night, narrowed into a glare. He bore his teeth, the moonlight shining off them making them glisten with a ghostly white aura (his canines seemed to be sharper than normal people's). Paul's expression was one of pure intimidation, daring any threat nearby to test him.

After a good minute of looking around the area by turning his head (Paul never once left his crouch over me), Paul glanced down at me, a confused look on his face. "What?" he asked, his voice sounding deep and guttural, trying to keep on his scary appearance lest an actual threat were lurking.

I was too embarrassed to admit that a tree was the source of my fear. "I had a nightmare," I lied.

Paul's features softened, transforming from intimidating to comforting. He leaned forward and pulled me into his embrace, pressing my head to his chest and rocking his body slightly. "It's alright Danni," he cooed, kissing my forehead. "I'm here. I'll protect you."

"Okay?" I breathed, unsure how to respond to that. Paul totally just went from all Cujo to Lassie!

"C'mon, let's go to the bedroom," Paul said, letting go of me. He stood up, still naked from our recent sexual encounter. I blushed realizing that Paul would now and forever be my first. Damn!

I stood up and moved one of my legs, succumbing to an intense pain in my private area. "Fuck!" I growled, bending over and grasping the sore area. My vag seemed to be throbbing, like Paul had beat the shit of me there…with his penis.

"What?" Paul hurriedly asked. He held onto me and looked my naked form over, analyzing, searching for the source of my discomfort.

"I'm just, really, really sore," I groaned. I sat back onto the floor. "Can I just stay here? I really don't wanna walk!"

Paul chuckled. "Danni, my mate is in a cast. Do you honestly think I was going to force her to walk all the way upstairs to our room?" He knelt down and scooped me into his arms, holding me close to his warm chest.

Paul began to walk up the stairs and into his bedroom where he set me down on the large bed.

"And besides," he added, "even after she gets her cast off, I'll probably carry her a lot. Simply because I love having her in my arms." Paul laid down beside me and pulled me into his embrace, nuzzling my neck.

"Why are you nuzzling me like some cat?" I asked.

Paul let out an annoyed sigh. "It's an animalistic sign of affection. It has nothing to do with being a wolf or a cat. It's just to show you that I love you."

Oh. Apparently Paul hates to be called a cat. That's nice to know. "And what was up with that creepy thing you did downstairs?"

Paul growled and leaned in closer to my face. "Is it creepy when you see a man defend a woman's honor by beating up her tormentors? Or when a dog bites someone to prevent them from harming their master?"

I shrugged. "Depends on the situation I guess."

Paul rolled his eyes. "I was protecting you."

"You could have just asked me what was wrong."

Paul shook his head. "No, actually it's physically impossible for me to just ask 'are you okay Danni' when I sense that you're distressed. As I've previously stated: you're my mate now. And with that, my protective instincts were heightened."

"So what? You're gonna be even more possessive than normal?"

"No…well, yea. But it's all for you. For your safety. I just need to know that you're safe at all times and that I'm there in your heart." Paul leaned down and rested his head on my chest. "You have no idea what I'd do to own your heart. I thing about it every day, I dream about it every night. I always seem to be thinking of the day when you tell me that you love me."

"And what do you plan to do if I say that?" I asked.

"WHEN you say that," Paul roared, "I'll most likely carry you off and make love to you and hold you in my arms, refusing to let go."

"You mean like how you're holding me now?" I teased, noticing that Paul's grip on me tightened with every passing second.

Paul chuckled. "I guess so yea." He stared down at my face with his yellow eyes.

"Why is your wolf still in control?" I asked. "I mean, I'm already your mate. Shouldn't he have left?"

"I'm not convinced you love me back yet. As soon as I am, I'll let Paul be in control again." Paul went back to nuzzling my neck some more. I have to admit it; it really did make me feel at ease when he was so close.

I closed my eyes in peace and almost fell asleep.

"Since I have to meet with the pack tomorrow, they're going to send someone down here to look after you. So please behave with him, because if you don't, I'll have to punish you."

I shoved myself out of Paul's embrace and turned to glare at him. "Fucker, you better not piss me off, or I'll have to punish you."

Paul let out a little growl, but this one wasn't mad. It sounded seductive. "I know this might be out of line, but you turn me on so much when you speak to me like that."

I rolled my eyes. "Go to sleep Paul." I laid my head back on the pillow. "And who's coming here anyway?"

Paul cleared his throat and wrapped his arms around me. "Please don't kill me."

"What?"

"It's Sam."