Chapter 3: Ophira (The Hybrid)

Again, I could not believe what I was seeing. This guy was all sorts of weirdly attractive. Well, maybe to me. His outfit was something I couldn’t really explain. I just know that it was red and black. Maybe from the Victorian age.

      The guild had returned back to normal after the odd encounter. I didn’t seem like anyone cared. There were a few faces that seemed disgusted and angry, even annoyed. Whatever it was, Silvaus didn’t seem a tad bit annoyed. He was more calm then anyone else.

        “Go after him” I hear Silvaus whisper.

I turn my head and frown, “Are you sure? He might think I hate him like the others and run as soon as he sees me!” I answer back in an angry whisper.

He chuckles “I’m pretty sure a beautiful young lady like you, would soften him up.” I narrow my eyes and frown at his teasing words.

      I Then place my hands on my hips, “So be it. If I die, it’s your fault.” I let out a heavy sigh and head towards the door. Behind me, I could hear the voices of some concerned werewolves. Yep I’m sure this is a great idea!

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      I step outside. Then I hear a huff. I take a couple steps foward, scanning my surroundings. Surprisingly, I spot him.

      My body tenses and I stand there, watching him. The man was sitting near the river, head hanging. Taking small steps towards him, I hold my breath. I did not want to die. Not like this.

      I stand an inch behind him, waiting. Would he notice me? A minute or two passes by and still no response. Okay I guess he doesn’t know, time to leave...maybe. No, I couldn’t leave! I somewhat made a promise to Silvaus...sort of.

       I slowly yet, cautiously place a hand on his shoulder. My insides were screaming. My heart was beating out of my chest again and I felt I was going to faint. This was overwhelming and my insides felt like that were dying. I had no idea who this random person was.

      I take my hand off his shoulder and turn around, attempting to return inside. Then he speaks,

      “I know you’re here” he whispers so softly that I somehow hear it.

      I jump and slowly turn around, meeting his gaze. He was looking me but, only with half his face turned. It was like a small glance.

      My body forcefully makes me walk towards him. I sit down next to him, avoiding his eyes. For a split second I glance at him, taking a better at the  longest set of hair I had ever seen in a man.

      I sigh in frustration. Did he know I was that I was looking...glancing at him? “You have uh...really long hair. It’s nice” I awkwardly compliment him. His eyes flutter open and I hold my breath. Even his eyelashes were long!

      “Your not like most woman I’ve met” he replies, looking down. He quietly laughs looking up at me. Darn it! I didn’t want him to look directly at me! Now it was making me feel weird and everything. I force myself to look up at him and smile.

      “Thanks?” I answer in the most confused way possible.

       He chuckles heartfully “No, what I meant was all woman come flocking my way. It’s rather annoying. You...your approach was different. I like that.”

       I turn my head quickly. My face was heating up. Was that flattery or a compliment? I was beginning to feel emotions that I had never felt before. It was confusing.

      “Thank you...it’s not necessary...I think” I reply in a whisper, clearly embarrassed. He laughs and I cover my face. Why does it have to be me? Did Silvaus set this up?!

      He gently takes my hands away from my face, placing them in his.  They were cold and warm at the same time. Body heat problems? “What’s your name?” He asks, gazing up at me. I pause for a few moments. “Ophira, Ophira Tala. You can call me Phira is you want...” I reply back. My face was heating up again. Why did he keep looking at me a certain way?

      “That’s...a beautiful name” he beams. He faces me, his eyes lighting up ”Julian Knight.”