They both lay down together, arm in arm breathing very hard.
Eventually the breathing eased and soon they were just together with her arms wrapped around her.
He very gently traced his finger against her back and soon the only thing they could hear was the water flowing down the water fall.
The moonlight was down on them and the cave was surprisingly very warm that they barely felt any cold at their naked bodies.
She just lay there hearing his heart beat and for a split second wondering if he heard hers.
She never wanted to move away from this moment.
She wanted to be here for as long as possible.
It felt safe, it felt secure to be lying next to him and away from her troubles.
She wasn’t sure if he was asleep, and then she felt him circling on her back again.
She relaxed and held him closer to her.
She held his hand on her shoulder and then he rubbed her back.
The silence was pregnant with both of them knowing each other were awake.
And then she finally picked up the courage to speak.
"When I was little." She said. "I used to look up at the moonlight and feel she was my salvation. My hope and my escape out of the pack."
She looked up into the moonlight and sighed heavily.
"Why?" He asked. "What did the moonlight offer?"
She smiled lightly. "I was alone. I had almost no one. and I used to look at the moonlight because it reminded me that one day I would become a wolf, I would finally shift and that gave me independence. That meant I would perhaps find a mate and then he would take me away from that place."
"I couldn’t be more wrong." She said.
"I have never met an unshifted." Xaden said to her.
"That’s because we’re exiled away from everyone else." She said. "We are seen as the disgrace of the packs and so we can not be seen amongst society."
"So why were you not exiled?" He asked.
She gave a light shrug and seemed to think for a split second.
It was as if it was the first time it was occurring to her.
She looked at him in surprise.
"I actually don’t know." She said. "My father I guess, maybe he kept me for his own amusement."
He sighed very heavily. "Maybe you’re not an unshifted."
She looked at him a bit confused. "What?"
He shrugged. "Maybe you’re not an unshifted. Maybe your wolf is dormant."
"What?" She asked more confused.
This was the first time she was ever hearing of such.
"Yes." He said as he gently trailed her arm once again. "I’ve heard of some rare cases where people have had their wolves locked. Of their wolves refusing to shift with them."
"And?" She prompted.
He pulled her closer to him and they were barely an inch apart.
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