Chapter 67
Waking before Ambrose I sneak outside. I have been getting an odd feeling lately while running in the woods on the other side of the lake. The tear I cause still visible like a scar finally sealed. I have apologized to Ambrose several times. With a wave of his hand, he replies “if my pocket couldn’t handle you I wouldn’t have brought you to hear. This is the best place for you. Not I. The mortal realm not in the demon realm just snuggled in-between.” Rolling my eyes every time. But it makes sense he’s part of both but not fully on either side. Something in the middle.
I feel like eyes are watching me but I can’t see them. Sending out a command for Freya to run a patrol. Slowly walking through the woods whistling pretending I’m just out for another walk. Then I feel it. fear. Tilting my head sniffing the air I can’t pick up a scent but I feel fear. Turning left towards the feeling. The closer I got the stronger the feeling.
“awwwwwwww” thud. Cough. Cough. Groaning. Looking down I see well I don’t know what I see. This male. Very male. Naked male. Is rolling on the ground. Most of his skin was now just a shade darker than mine. But his hands and feet fade to black. From his nose to his hairline fade from a light red to a dark rust copper red then his hair seems to grow black at the roots fading to red and silver then back to red. It had to be natural for him or he spends days in a salon.
Freya jumps down from the tree she knocked him from and sits by me. “who are you and how did you get here?” he spots rolling from side to side laying on his back looking up at me. Eyes wide as he takes me in then looks to Freya and break-ins into a huge smile. Rolling over to get up he stands almost a foot taller than me and his body matches his height and I mean all of him. Snapping my eyes up and off his naked body. “Freya go get Ambrose.” Giving the command out loud so he can hear me. He watches as Freya runs off almost sad to see her go.
Looking at me he smiles kinda. It’s like it’s what he thinks a smile is. Not a natural movement in his face. He reached out to touch me but I pull back. Confusion crosses his face. He points to him, then, me, then moves his hands together like we greet each other. Okay, I don’t sense a threat so. Sniffing pulling in power o finds it’s almost soft like silk around him. It’s like all of him is filtering the power and magic around him. Fuck it. Reaching my arm out he takes it. Shock is the first thing I feel. Then a slow burn up my arm. It’s not uncomfortable just an odd feeling.
Then a warm feeling lands in my chest and a symbol close to the one on the girl's head in the jar appears on his forehead. “en..ennn.Enoy.” he stammers out slowly. Nodding my head “that’s me. Who are you?” tilting his head I feel a pull in me and he closes his eyes. The soft caress of feathers filters through my mind. His black eyes open and focus on me. How I know they focus I don’t know but I could. “eee….-couch cough- ennzo….Enzo. Enzo. Enzo.” He starts singing hopping up and down almost like a kid.
“hjujksguhb oiuyhhghfgytr” comes from behind me. His eyes shoot up over my shoulder and nod vigorously. Glancing I see Ambrose “what?” I ask confused. “I asked if he came through the tear. Let’s get you and him back to the hut it will take him a while to learn English. Faster if he learns from us both. He’s a shadow demon. Don’t look at me like that. shadows are just as important as light. Just because he’s a shadow demon doesn’t mean he’s bad o mean look at me.” He chuckles. Enzo starts making the same chirping mushed letter sounds that don’t make sense. Ambrose tilts his head to the side. “your sure?” he asks in English but not looking at me. Enzo’s whole body shakes with his nod. “hmmmm that does answer a few questions I have had. Well, then you must be hungry. Oh, we are out of cinnybonnies you will just love them. Enoy takes him to the hut I’ll create a room for him when I return.” Before I can reply he’s gone. Huffing I nod to Enzo to follow me. Letting go of my wrist he places his right hand on my left shoulder. The feather touches in my mind left and came back. So he’s in my head. “are you reading my mind” tilting his head looking at me then shaking his head. “find…seeker…same….me..you.” he waves between him and myself. Nodding I think I get it so I ask him “ are you learning how to talk to me” he nods this time a real smile breaks out on his face. His black lips split showing his teeth. Normal other than the small fangs like they are always there. They look sharp but short. If they were on anyone one else I might be worried but for whatever reason, I know deep down in the very core of my soul Enzo would rather die then hurt me.
“Well keep learning big guy the sooner we are reading from the same book the sooner we can have a real talk like how did you get here? Why are you here? How do we get you home?” stopping he jerked me back. “no back home you but not you but you. Me stay here. I come my my my here” pointing to his chest “lead me here home you not you” his broken English is so broken I don’t really understand. Patting his hand “Ambrose will be back soon he will help with talking to each other” flicking my finger back and forth. He nods and we start walking again. “first things first when we get to the hut pants you need pants.” Why can I not stop peeking at his huge member? I mean I have seen several dicks before I am a shifter but this one is shaped like them all but looks like silk with red and black tattoo-styled marking that match the one on his forehead. A work of art.
I want to touch it not in a sexual way but more of, just to know if it feels as soft as it looks. The light hit it just right and no fucking way the marks are raised slightly. A chirp has my eyes shooting up to his confused face “no good?” he points to himself shaking my head trying not to laugh “no Enzo you are perfect. Your mate is a lucky well whatever you are.” Blushing at the thought. “mate?” tilting his head “gifted one young Enzo she means your gifted.” Ambrose appears with several bags of crack. “no gifted no heart seal yet finding my gifted.” He rambles to Ambrose.
“he's searching for his gifted or mate. So Enzo your leave of the dark realm will it cause balance problems.” With a tilt of Enzo’s head Ambrose repeats in that chipping clicking off noises to him. “no, no finding home with home not home made to be home not home.” He says either I’m getting better at understanding or I’m making shit up in my head but I think he said he was made to cross over on this side but I’ll wait for Ambrose to get his learning to communicate with me faster.
