Soulmates – Part l

Ophelia sat there dumbfounded staring at the shadow of the wolf slowly disappearing from her range of sight. Her mouth was open and she stared blankly with wide eyes as her brain struggled to believe and understand the truth.
‘A wolf!’ She muttered as her fingers touched the side of her neck the wolf had touched. Ophelia jerked herself away when a hand touched her shoulder.
“Hey hey hey! It’s me!” Kieran said with softness, his brows scrunched with concern. Ophelia stared at him for a few moments and gulped.
“He-he just transformed into this massive wolf and then he came near me and sniffed around and just left! He just left!” Ophelia anxiously said throwing her hands around in the air and Kieran placed his hand on her shoulder.
“I understand! It’s okay!”
“God!” Ophelia exclaimed as she looked down and her hands grabbed her forehead. “He’s a werewolf isn’t he!” She asked as the truth settled in. Kieran sighed and nodded his head. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around Ophelia. He pulled her up on her feet and with his arms around her shoulder to keep her steady and help her walk, they hobbled forwards towards the waiting car.
“Yes. He is.” Kieran softly confirmed and she looked up at him.
“Are you too?” She asked and he nodded his head.
“And Mr Gerbert?” She asked again and Kieran sighed nodding his head. “Yes. The whole family, those people standing there, and those two guys that had adducted you. They are all werewolves.”
“I knocked over two werewolves?” She exclaimed and Kieran nodded his head.
“That’s the scary part.” He nervously laughed and Ophelia looked proud. “But I still can’t believe that bitch went this far!” Kieran growled and Ophelia shrieked. “Can you not growl like that openly. My brain is still trying to process that you guys are freaking werewolves. And I almost slept with one!” Ophelia screamed the last part and pressed her hands over her mouth. Kieran chuckled as they got into the car and closed the door.
“Searched around that forest and all the abandoned buildings in the area.”
Ophelia looked out the window when she heard a voice scream orders and a few groups of people ran in the ordered direction. She turned towards Kieran and asked,
“Are they going to look for him?” at her question Kieran nodded and sighed. “Yes, and hopefully they will find him soon.”
“Will he be okay?” She asked timidly and Kieran looked at her. Flashing a charming warm smile he said, “I’m sure he will be fine!” Ophelia nodded and Kieran looked ahead.
The car slowly speeds up as they took her to the unknown and the only thing on her mind was the thoughts of his as her body gave in to the fatigue and she fell asleep.

Waiting for the one you had slowly fallen for and had fallen hard is possibly one of the most painful things to endure. But for her, it had become something she needed to make peace with and she did. Ophelia knew the wait for him will be forever and it would be more painful each time. Waiting for him might appear as a choice from the outside, yet from within it is more, that she could not breathe without the idea that he will return. The idea of another lover sent her into a panic of body, mind and soul. The thought of his body, just the whisper of her imagination, and she became incapacitated. There are no thoughts, no focus, only desire and the pain of waiting. As the time slowly crept by, the feeling only grew stronger and Ophelia grew restless. The moment the wolf had come out, something in her was steered awake. The attraction and need to have him close only grew till it became painful for her to bear.

As she stepped into the white gown she had chosen for the occasion, Ophelia sighed. The dress was a stunning crepe gown with a subtle stretch that fits like a glove! The sharp, full sleeves with small slits at the wrists and a curvy fit and flare hem create an interesting silhouette, while the thigh high split and bow back detail add an ultra-feminine touch. The small bow was placed just below her neck, and the back was open. It was the airline's annual gala, and she had no choice but to attend since it was her first year with the company. She wanted to look presentable and had touched her face up with makeup to make sure she didn't look sick. After a week of sleepless nights and endless tears and agony, she had gotten pale, there were dark circles under her eyes. Ophelia accessorised with a gold neckless and hoop earrings. She touched up her hair, which was up in a bun, and after one last look at herself in the mirror, she took her black clutch and walked out of the temporary apartment in Dubai. Ophelia got into the car that had been sent to pick her up and stared out the window. It had been over two weeks and there had been no word from him. She had called Kieran several times, and each time he had given her a negative response. Ophelia had returned to work two days after the incident, pretending to be as normal as possible while doing her job.

She stepped inside the ballroom, and she had never been in a space that made her feel so small–or so insignificant. Perhaps this was part of Dubai's allure. Crystal chandeliers cascaded from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the gleaming golden walls and a floor so polished it resembled an iced-over lake. The women shone like a box of jewels, shades of emerald, ruby, and amethyst swirling before her, their quiet talk accompanied wafts of rose, hyacinth, and jasmine. Ophelia entered, and as time passed, she found herself in the arms of a handsome man.