Wolf or Witch?

I turned back to Elspeth and the latter, who had been taking a sneak stare at me, looked down. She was shy; I could see it now. However, a strange feeling overwhelmed me. Something about this girl was not right or was it just me, or the both of us? I did not know what creature she was― wolf or witch, but I was certain I had some connection with her despite all.

 

            “I will prepare a good bath for you, my Lord,” she said with a gratifyingly inflected voice that sounded like music to my ears, and then she walked to the bathroom. An instinct told me to call her back, but I let her go. After all, judging from the way things were going, I suspected that I would not be able to have time for myself, so it was best I grab the one I had.

 

            I unbuckled the belt and tossed it to the neatly dressed, king-sized bed, then sat down on a cushion seat before a study table as I ran my eyes around the room. It was huge; huge enough to be that of a King, even my room at the Shore was not quarter the size of it. Its temperature was mild and warm, and obscured with a dim blue hue; which was probably due to the thick, velvety blue curtains that secured the daylight from seeping in through the windows.

 

            Elspeth returned just when I thought of having a look at the world outside this enclosure and once again, I found myself lost in a pair of ocean eyes. What was it with this woman and me?

 

            She curtsied before me, urging me to get on my feet, and I did. She then proceeded to grasp the belt that I still held in hand and carefully placed it on the table. “Please permit me to take off your clothes, my Lord,” she counted her words and I nodded absentmindedly. Elspeth slid the coat down my shoulders and took it off from my hands, then unzipped the short zip at the front of my shirt and helped me pull it out through my head. She then went on to unbutton my pants, looking away as she slipped it all the way off my legs. She left me with a bare, muscled torso and a boxer-clad derriere.

 

            I had my eyes on the girl as she gingerly walked to the wooden wardrobe to retrieve a newly washed towel then came to me and wrapped it around my waist, still doing her best not to look at my body.

 

            She moved away from me and curtsied, “I will wait here until you have entered the bath, my Lord,” she uttered, obviously making it known that I should go to the bathroom and starkly strip. Now, I was not interested in bathing, nor did I have the zest in doing anything else. All I wanted was to know her, to know the reason for the odd feeling I was having around this woman. However, I asked, “What are you; wolf or witch?”


 

                    ELSPETH’S POV

            “I am a wolf, my Lord,” I replied with naivety evident in my voice, though I had already reckoned what led to this query. I could not help but look up at my new Master, his eyes remained upon me; he never looked away. Instead, as I locked gazes with him, his became intense, his head titling crosswise as he undoubtedly accessed my facial features.

 

             I could not help myself as I looked from his deep-set narrowed eyes, to the way his thin-lined lips steadily pulled to a lopsided leer. His features were so virile, especially his resilient jawline and the freshly inclined beards sprouting from his keen chin.

 

            I had the urge to look down at his trunk, but I had to clamp on to a bit of restraint in me. My Master guzzled before he ripped his gaze from mine. I looked down too. I was already in my early twenties and I was sure that I would encounter a Mate sooner.

 

             Speaking of which, I could already tell from the overriding tenor of my new Master’s voice that he could be my Mate. However, I was not to declare it to him until he does and accepts me himself. After all, he was my superior.

 

            I did not watch him stride into the bathroom. It was a crime, in the tower, for a handmaid to be caught looking at her Master’s bare body so I dared not do it. I joined him later when I was sure he must have gotten into the bath.

 

             His body sank deep into the foaming water, only revealing his creamy, quite long neck for me to feed my eyes on. I crouched beside the tub with a sponge in hand and I used it to rub slowly on my Master’s body.

 

            I started from his neck, and then worked my way down to his broad shoulders before going all the way to his muscled arms. I took it as slow as I could, making sure I rubbed on his skin with fervor.

 

             His eyes were closed at first, then he gradually opened them and our eyes locked. They were beautiful, nothing as I have ever seen. Even Flynn, the Wolf who everyone considered the most attractive in Waterfalls cave, was not as striking as this man before me was.

 

            Just when I thought we could lock eyes for eternity, my Master immediately tore his gaze from mine, closing back his eyes. He did not pay any attention to me after that and, instead, proceeded to sleep when I was done. I casted one more glance at the Man who now lay still on the bed, I was sure of what I felt― sure that this man was my true Mate.

 

 

                        WAYNE’S POV

            I did not know how long I had slept. Nevertheless, I heard the patter of rain on the roof, along with the croaking of crickets and frogs. I stretched, sitting up and sliding my legs down the bed. The light in the room was still as dim as it was earlier, except that it was now darker, despite the single lit candle.

 

            I got out of bed, finding my way to the window; I parted the curtains and realized that we were truly in the hours of darkness, with a heavy rain assaulting the face of the earth. I separated my sword from the Katana belt, took it, and left the room.

 

            Slow-rhythm tune filled my ears as I walked along the hallway, but I never knew where it played from, though it sure could be near. I came across handmaids who hurried past me with baskets of foodstuffs in their hands as I paused before an open door, which belonged to a hall.

 

             It was a merry show there. Despite the dim light in the hall, I could still see the way gorgeous Ladies sensationally moved their bodies at their disposal to the music, their Male counterparts standing behind or before them to aid their every step.

 

            I walked closer to the door, just as a cluster of maidservants with baskets approached my direction; some of them walked past me into the hall, while some went forward to where I did not know.

 

             I suddenly picked interest in what went on in the hall, though I was not the type to fantasize about women and merriment, I found this whole show absolutely thrilling and breathtaking. It was not just all about the serene environment lingering over it, or the way the dance could capture a bored soul, but their attires were enchanting as well.

 

             The males only had a pair of white shorts to cover their asses, while the females were clad in see-through cloths tied around their busts and bottoms, which were even barely enough to cover the lower portions of those parts.

 

            In all, I suspected there was more to the way the males grabbed hungrily at the Females’ breast. Some purposefully ripping the material off and sucking fervidly at the pointy buttons on their mounds, probably sparking a pleasurable feeling that caused the women to throw their heads backward, their eyes closed and their mouths hang open to let go the moan that longed to be set free.