Running from Fate

Chapter 34 - Talk

"I think it's bedtime." He looked down at me, and I nodded, standing on my own. I didn't wobble or fall over, and I felt pretty steady, so we began the walk back into the house and to the elevator.

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"Daemon?" I was sitting in between Matias's legs on the couch in his room, Jamie dead asleep on the bed. I hummed in response, my eyes closed as his hands sifted through my hair.

"Your wolf," He whispered, and I froze. Opening my eyes, I tilted my head up. Matias was looking down at me already and gave me a nervous smile. My wolf, on the other hand, was now at full attention at the mention of him.

"What...what about him..?" I asked, suddenly nervous. I didn't know why, but I didn't like the idea of Matias having a problem with the creature. I was scared that this might be the reason he'd reject me. But I knew he wouldn't do that. He wouldn't. He wouldn't.

"He...He can talk? Like, actually talk, right?" Matias asked, sitting up and forcing me to sit up as well. I turned as he brought his legs in, and we now sat crossed-legged in front of each other. I stared down at my hands, which were folded together so tightly my knuckles were starting to turn white. Suddenly, there was another hand on my own, and I looked up. Matias smiled warmly at me, giving my hand a small squeeze.

"It's alright, no matter your answer, I'll always love you. You'll always be mine." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, and I smiled a little. Those words calmed me down a bit, making it less scary to tell him that my wolf was...abnormal.

"He can, yes," I whispered, and my wolf huffed. Matias nodded, scooting forward so our knees touched. His other hand reached out and grabbed mine, and he laced our fingers together.

"Do you want to talk about him?" Matias asked, his thumb tracing a pattern on the side of my hand. I sighed, looking down at our intertwined hands.

"He's...he's different. I don't know. He's not...he's not my original...wolf." I mumbled, playing with his fingers. My wolf snorted, and I could just tell he was rolling his eyes.

"Do you think...do you think you could let him talk? To me?" Matias asked and I froze. I looked up at him, and I must have looked scared because he immediately started to take it back.

"I'm just curious, you don't have to I promise, you don't need to." He rushed out, pulling our hands up and placing them on my cheeks. My wolf was nudging at me, or my brain or soul or whatever, trying to get me to give him control.

"Come on. You'll still be basically in control. Let me talk to him." He spoke, his voice low and unlike anything I had ever heard. How was this my wolf? I sighed, dropping my gaze as Matias let our joined hands fall back into my lap. I didn't say anything as I closed my eyes, and the wolf pushed forward. When my eyes opened again, it was like watching a movie. I could still see everything, but it wasn't like normal. It was legit like looking at a movie screen, as my wolf took control of my body. I could tell he was holding back, giving me the opportunity to push forward and take control again if I wanted.

Then the wolf looked up, and a look of shock crossed my mate's face. My eyes widened, but not my body's if that makes sense, a bit in fear, scared that Matias wouldn't like what he saw. Instead, Matias slowly and steadily raised a hand to cup my cheek. My wolf leaned into the touch but didn't do anything else.

"Are you...?" Matias's voice was soft and quiet, as non-threatening as a voice could get.

"Yes." My wolf's voice, on the other hand, was low and oozed with power. I flinched back at that single word. Matias didn't though, but both me and my wolf could sense the small hint of fear spike through his body. I reached a hand out towards the "screen" that I was looking through, not liking that my wolf scared Matias, even if it was only a little bit.